ANSWERED ASK - DIDYME

We leave more life behind to take our place. Like this moonflower. It's where all it's beauty lies, you know. In the mortality of the thing.

one thing Maria still doesn’t like to acknowledge is how her creators primed her to be a soldier the same way she does to her own progenies. Or if she does acknowledge it she doesn’t see it as the manipulation it was, she sees it as “preparing” them.

They had been watching her for weeks before they “saved” her, knowing she would be grateful to them for giving her the gift of immortality and freeing her from her captives. They knew the rage that boiled beneath a broken girl would be useful to protecting their coven. That she would do anything for a family she never had. What they didn’t bet on was her becoming the most powerful of them all, or being the sole survivor in their own bloody wars. How losing the only true family she’d ever known would turn her into a more fearsome warrior than they ever could have dreamed.

“I was given a heart before I was given a mind

A thirst for pleasure and war, a hunger we keep inside

We fell from sky with grace and life gave us a sweeter taste

You can drink, you can feast

There's beauty in your beast”

you are the patron saint of...

didyme: martyrs - the patron saint of those who died to be like you. maybe you died to be like them too: but at the end of it, you weren't like them. patron saint of tragedy. saint of saints. it's you who holds the hands of the holy dead, and you who has to answer: what do they do if they regretted it?

serena: bones - patron saint of frameworks. of structures. of solidity. patron saint of things that break. patron saint of things that are left behind. the bones survive long after the body, the building: what is there left for them, when the rest has gone? what do bones do, with nothing to hold around them? who holds the bones?

vera: heartbreak - not of comfort. not of condolences. there is a heart and there is a fissure, a fracture, something that starts to splinter and break open. you're the patron saint of the way a heart is rent open. the way it tears itself apart. patron saint of the rift. patron saint of the gash. when they say to "open your heart" to somebody, you are the patron saint of bleeding out.

chelsea: obsession - patron saint of devotion. of dedication. of passion. of everything you won't call it, in the spaces between. patron saint of holding tight to it until it bleeds. patron saint of pushing it too far. patron saint of staring into the sun until you're blind. patron saint of gazing onto beauty until you can't see anything anymore.

rosalie: horror - you're the patron saint of the dawning moment of realization. the patron saint of comprehension, maybe. the patron saint of understanding. the patron saint of knowing exactly what's going to happen. of seeing clearly. of not being able to look away.

maria: relics - patron saint of remembering. patron saint of holding something close. patron saint of holding on for too long. for a saint, a relic is often a part of the body, kept for some physical memento of their holiness. they are all in your hands, now: does it feel like remembrance? does it feel sanctified? are the dust and blood as precious as they're supposed to be?

okay so I fear this happens every time I try to come back here (feel like I'm hangin around kicking rocks and not able to get any threads going properly) but this time I'm determined to let it stick. pls like this for a starter call and SPECIFY MUSE !

Hands fold delicately beneath her chin, large brown doe eyes watching with interest as he takes her in. Likely trying to figure her out. They all did it, humans and vampires alike. She didn't fit into their definable boxes that separated them from one another. Humans knew - without always knowing how or why - that she was different. Vampires often wondered the nature of her fluttering heartbeat. How she smelt like them yet with something alive inside. Serena often wondered that part herself, how something so unnatural had the capacity to be born just like a human. It didn't become any easier, watching her siblings births. Perhaps that was why she liked to drink, to forget.

Though it seemed she would have a harder time convincing this one to grant her every whim. Human bartenders, human men especially, were easy. Malleable, so single minded that the mere thought of getting close to a creature like her had them falling over themselves to please her. It did become a little boring after a time. She didn't so mind the challenge or being levelled with. Head tilts ever so slightly as she takes him in this time, wondering just how old he was. His smile playful but his eyes told a deeper story that have her leaning closer to try and drink them in. "I heard you, but I was hoping you might make an exception." She pouts, before shrugging and leaning back.

Turning to take in the place properly before turning back to him, she raises a brow. "Not a very good business model, this. You could be bringing in some other types of clientele." Leaning down beside the bar, Serena picks up what looks like some sort of jewelry piece adorned with an upside down cross scattered in tacky, fake red diamonds in the shape of blood drops. "Ones who aren't children playing make believe."

Malakai watched her approach from his peripheral while he continued his task of cleaning the night's used glasses. When she took a seat, he slid a glass into place and dropped his towel on the counter. His hands found resting places on the edge of the sink. Now he looked at her. Really looked at her, not just the glance he gave her when she'd walked in.

There was a slight narrowing of his eyes and his nose twitched ever so slightly. For a moment, he considered turning her out. He didn't care about the bills she pushed across the counter, the register was already closed and shut down for the night. It was one of the first things he did after the last patron had filtered out of the club. But he'd be lying if he said he hadn't been intrigued by her the moment she sat down. Something was different. Not quite human, not quite vampire. An amused smile spread across his lips. "Did you miss the part where I said last call already happened?" he teased lightly.

One hand lifted to motion around the silent club. The overhead lights were on, but the colorful dance floor lights, the stage's spotlights, and the LED strips that helped contribute to the atmosphere during operating hours had been shut off. "In case you didn't notice, we're not exactly open for business." That same teasing tone lingered in his voice, and he made no effort to tell her she had to leave. At least not yet.

She does not take his threats lightly, browns flickering with something lethal as he dares challenge her empire. The one she had built from the ground up after her makers had been destroyed. The nighttime in Mexico City belonged to her. The humans didn’t know the beings that lurked in their shadows, but some suspected enough to cling to their superstitions, their God in the sky. That crosses on doorways would keep her out. On this side of the Americas it seemed immortals held little of that same power, that they did not strike fear in humans hearts in quite the same way. In fact, it seemed Jasper was almost play pretending with them and his new pathetic little coven. Domesticated. A far cry from the primordial beasts they could be.

Yet she sees it there, the feral animal rattling at his cage. A smug satisfaction crosses her features. A wicked grin to match the mania in her eyes. “There he is.” She sings after he has released her hand, still feeling the pleasurable sting of his grip. His threats dull in comparison to the dark joy at bringing out his fury. An anger once so useful, so efficient, so malleable in her hands. So far from the image she was sure he sold his little pixie and the priest who’d taken him in. “Do you ever show this side of yourself to them?” Head tilts to the side as she peers up at him with a smirk. “What would your pequeña novia say to all that violence in your heart?” Sharp claws grip at the fabric around his chest, digging into the flesh covering his heart. Just enough to draw a little blood. Her own fury bubbling up at him daring to defy her - his creator, his GOD - and threaten the kingdom she had built. Where she had once made him a prince amongst mortals. A reminder of how easily she could take the gift she’d given him away had she wanted. Her voice takes on an almost girl-like tone as she pouts and mimics his wife. The one she’d seen flitting and fussing about as she’d tracked the strange coven. “No, Jasper! This isn’t you!” A dark giggle, the viper leaning closer, venom returning to her tone. “But it is, isn’t it? This is who you’ve always been. You kill me, it won’t take away from the fact you’ll always need more. You need something to satisfy that vacío inside.”

@prairieghcsts

Maria’s lust for power was not something Jasper shared, and that was the fundamental difference between them that his sire had never quite managed to grasp. The empath longed for a quieter lifestyle than one of perpetual battlefields and volatile armies of newborns could ever provide. But that sort of existence would never be enough for Maria. His sire was far too twisted by her own greed to understand his reasons for walking away, and the former soldier wasn’t particularly inclined to explain them to her anyway.

“Don’t,” Jasper spat as she came closer. “Don’t pretend you care. We both know all I ever was was a means to an end for you, querida,” the blonde reminded her, blue eyes narrowing dangerously at the smell of blood on her breath. He knew what she was trying to do, and instead of intoxicated at her attentions the way he once would have been…it only served to infuriate him.

Rising to his full height, he lashed out as quick as a snake and caught her hand before her nails could finish grazing his skin. “You’re welcome to try IF you think you can take me, Maria. But I am not your plaything anymore. Whatever I once felt for you will not stay my hand if you so much as think of making a move on me or mine,” he warned her, face curled into a dangerous snarl.

“Try me again and I’ll come home alright, darlin’. To tear your little kingdom and everything you’ve ever built within it to the ground,” Jasper growled as he released her hand.

ANSWERED ASK - ROSALIE

@wastheheart asked “you’re allowed to need help sometimes.” (for rosalie)

Though not hiding her moods from the coven was perhaps a selfish attempt to get them to feel what she felt, it didn't mean Rosalie exactly knew what to do when help was offered directly. A frustration has taken hold of her - they should already know what was wrong, she shouldn't have to SPELL IT OUT. "I'm fine, Esme. Really." A lie she knows Esme, especially, can see right through. The other woman had a way of seeing beneath the layers the others sometimes looked past. It seemed sometimes that she almost felt them, too. A guilt prickling at Rose's throat for projecting such negativity onto someone who only ever wanted to help. Then, more frustration - how did she maintain such caring calm? The younger vampire had only felt herself become more bitter with age. A rose with many, many thorns. "I just don't think I'm the only one who will need help if things go south with Edward and the human."

✧    THE   VAMPIRE   DIARIES   PROMPTS   !   (  PART   I  .   )

* A MIXTURE OF TVD S1 - S2 PROMPTS , CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS AS NEEDED .

‘ You left that girl alive tonight. That was very careless of you.. ‘

‘ I promised you an eternity of misery, so I’m just keeping my word.. ‘

‘ But wherever you go, people die.. ‘

‘ I live in the real world where vampires burn in the sun. ‘

‘ Are these bites going to turn me into a vampire? ‘

‘ I like being the eternal stud. ‘

‘ You have a lot more insults in you, I can tell. ‘

‘ Everything you know, and every belief that you have, is about to change. ‘

‘ I’m getting really bored and really impatient, and I don’t do bored and impatient. ‘

‘ How many more animal attacks is this town gonna believe, huh? ‘

‘ I’ve been in love. It’s painful, pointless, and overrated. ‘

‘ Tip for later - be careful who you invite in the house. ‘

‘ I promise I will keep your secret, but…I can’t be with you. ‘

‘ It’s so not what you’re craving, but it’ll do in a pinch. ‘

‘ Our values and our actions, they define who we are. ‘

‘ How can you be so arrogant and glib after everything that you’ve done? ‘

‘ This daylight thing is a bitch! I need more blood! ‘

‘ Well, your life was pathetic; your afterlife doesn’t have to be. ‘

‘ You confuse me for someone with remorse.. ‘

‘ Why does everybody have to die on me? ‘

‘ Uh, have you met you? You’re not a nice person. ‘

‘ After a century, I finally realized death means nothing without you. ‘

‘ I couldn’t miss your hundredth and…whatever birthday. ‘

‘ You saved my life - I’m sparing yours. We’re even. ‘

‘ It’s not like the welcome wagon was waiting with a bunk cake and a handbook. ‘

‘ You promise not to do that mind-control-thing with me? ‘

‘ Vampires can’t procreate. But we love to try. ‘

‘ It’s not like we all hang out at the ‘vamp bar and grill’. ‘

‘ You know…you were there in the road, all ‘damsel in distress’-like. ‘

‘ You just found out that your boyfriend is a vampire. ‘

‘ Now you remember that. Because it’s never happening again. ‘

‘ If I see something I haven’t seen before, I’ll throw a dollar at it. ‘

‘ What if your blood hasn’t passed out of her system?! ‘

‘ You went in there not knowing if you could come back out? ‘

‘ Is that a vampire thing? ‘Cause I read vampires don’t like running water. ‘

‘ First rule about vampires: don’t believe anything you read. ‘

‘ So you want a pity turn? I don’t think so. ‘

‘ You should turn me ‘cause I don’t have anything else. ’

‘ Teacher by day, vampire hunter by night. ‘

‘ Can you just not joke around for two seconds? ‘

‘ We’ll just add it to the growing list of how everything’s falling apart. ‘

‘ Please dance with your alcoholic vampire boyfriend. ‘

‘ You know this vampire problem is real, right? It’s a potential bloodbath. ‘

‘ Do you wanna hear the bad news, or the really bad news? ‘

‘ I wanted to feed on him, and it took everything inside of me not to do it. ‘

‘ I have this hunger inside of me that I’ve never… I’ve never felt before in my entire life ‘

‘ Does that mean you’re okay, now, with all the cravings? ‘

‘ You were playing house with half of a tomb of really pissed-off vampires.. ‘

‘ I’m talking about the fact that you’re a closet blood junkie. ‘

‘ There’s that switch - sometimes it goes off and you snap… ‘

‘ If you’re just gonna mock me, could you move along, please? ‘

‘ He has a fridge, full of stolen blood bank contraband, in the house. ‘

‘ Normal to a vampire is drinking human blood, but he’s spent all this time fighting it. ‘

‘ I wanted to drain every ounce of blood from that girl’s body. ‘

‘ I like being a living dead person. ‘

‘ So either kill me or compel me, because I don’t believe it. ‘

‘ I’m a vampire. What’s your excuse? ‘

‘ Come on, don’t pout about it. We got a body to bury. ‘

‘ Why are you looking at him with your serious vampire look? ‘

‘ What do you know about werewolves? ‘

‘ You knew that they were going to burn the vampires in the church? ‘

‘ So, can you like do a hocus-pocus to ace a test? ‘

‘ That werewolf road leads straight to vampire boulevard! ‘

‘ It must be painful to desiccate and mummify. I can’t even imagine. ‘

‘ Torture me, keep me captive, drain me of blood until my body turns to dust.  ‘

‘ We both know I could rip you to shreds and do my nails at the same time. ‘

‘ You know, if you wanna see me naked all you have to do is ask. ‘

‘ What is up with that family? They’re not vampires, what the hell are they? ‘

‘ I’m just happy that’s a, uh– a blood bag and not a sorority girl supplying your dinner. ‘

‘ At least if you’re a vampire, you don’t have to feel bad about it if you don’t want to. ‘

they come to drink they come to dance to sacrifice a HUMAN HEART

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