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AND NOW YOU’RE MINE, COMPLETELY. 

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*:･ﾟ ☠️   ‵ WINTERKIING:

                   Morozko barely falters when he sees the woman’s face, her teeth, the blood like a gash across her otherwise untainted skin. He’s come across his fair share of upir (& their brethren) in his very lengthy lifetime & recognizes her as such; as a result he decides to stop walking forward & keeps his distance to a healthy length away.

                    ❝ You’ve missed a spot, ❞     he says, indicating her chin.     ❝ But don’t worry, nobody else comes out here this time of night, so deep in the woods. Not unless they’re also out here for nefarious purposes. ❞

                   He cranes his head around her, miming curiosity.     ❝ I really hope you haven’t gone & killed the village monk; they’re already tense as it is & having their holy man dragged into the forest & drained won’t help much. ❞

HE NEEDN’T BE AFRAID she wasn’t going to harm him unless he made any movements against her.  she wasn’t lacking in control, and anyway he INTERESTED her.  he looked like he had a few tales to tell and she had all the time in the world.  hands move to rest on her hips, but there’s definite curiosity in how she looks at him.  or was it disinterest ?  the coldness in her visage made it hard to tell.     

    ❝ i am aware.  if that comes it means i have dessert. ❞    her hands don’t move, instead a smile appears on lips.  it doesn’t reach her eyes.  none of her smiles do.  it wasn’t indicative of how she felt about him at all. feelings or emotions weren’t her strong suit. they never would be.  

gabrielle’s actions towards her son, lestat was PROOF of that.    ❝ the village monk ?  i have more taste than that.  he was a teacher i believe.  very delicious.  lots of blood.  the monk was far too thin.  he would be stringy. ❞    she’s truthful, no point in lying.

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 *:･ﾟ ☠️   ‵ WINTERKIING:

                   It’s a cloudless night above as Morozko picks his way through the fresh snow on the dirt road he’s following. His destination isn’t anywhere specific, & he does enjoy these nights of aimless wandering: he never knew what he would find. Proof positive that the world, while seemingly growing smaller by the day, was still full of surprises. 

                   Surprises like the lone woman he sees when he turns a corner on the road. He’s sure to make a fair amount of noise as he approaches from behind so as not to startle her ––– though there’s a good chance that a mysterious man in the middle of nowhere is startling enough on its own.

                   ❝ There are only two kinds of people who I tend to meet in this neck of the woods at this time of night: the lost or the desperate, running away from something horrible ––– or towards something much better. Which are you? ❞

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    BLOOD COVERS HER JAW and chin, but otherwise she is clean as a whistle.  there’s a corpse a few miles away, of which she is the cause of death.  but hopefully he would not discover it, not with the snowfall the way it was.  gabrielle herself was not dressed for the weather, other than the fitted coat and boots on her feet. there was not much of a point when it would just weigh her down.  she liked to travel light.   

she heard the man the moment he came within earshot.  she just didn’t really care.  not until he spoke.  he reminded her somewhat of khayman.  maybe that was why she bothers to answer him.  hands are hidden in her pockets, nonplussed by the fact that she has blood on her.  if he panicked she could just eat him.  it was rather simple.  eat or be eaten.  

she would rather gorge than die.  a small smile appears on her lips, as she finally speaks. a hint of fangs, the blood obvious in the moonlight.  she wasn’t exactly being subtle.           ❝ i would like to think i am running towards something much better. ❞

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*:･ﾟ ☠️   ‵ MAEDROT:

             curiosity   is   evident   in   the  tilt   of   her   head.     silver   strands   spilling    ,    painting   her   as   a   vision.      near   doll  -  like    as   she   sits    ,     a   hum   ushered    past   her   lips.      

eternity   is   so   lonely     ,     so   she   seeks   her   refuge.    a   wolf   shedding   itself   of    the   wild.         THE   LONE   CREATURE   DENIES   HERSELF   ABANDONMENT    !             ❛           what   does   it   entail    ,    joining   you   all    ?       i’m   quite   the   shy   creature    ,    i’d   like   to   know   what   i’m   getting   into  .        ❜             a   coy   look   settles   into   frost  -  like   features    ,     red   stained   lips   daring   to   show   the   faint   flicker   of   a   smile.

     ❝ we like to explore every now and again. ❞    AH.  SHE KNOWS EXACTLY what lucretia is playing at.  she wants  gabrielle to state exactly what goes on here.  how amusing.  her own lips curl upwards into a smile.  as if on cue a moan could be heard from another room and the younger just smiles.  

would that be enough of an answer, or would lucretia demand the explanation ?  for the words to spill from gabrielle’s lips ?  a step closer and gabrielle is close to the others ear, a hand coming to gently rest on her shoulder.  enough to be a presence, but nothing more than that.  AN UTTER TEASE.    ❝  we also keep one another ---- company.  so to speak.  we like to think of ourselves as a respite from others of our species. ❞    and her smile gets wider.  that was enough of an explanation without being crass.   

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 *:･ﾟ ☠️   ‵ DEAUVERGNE:

TO  HELL  WITH  her  wishes !  he  would  glare  until  he  went  cross-eyed  if  he  wanted  to.  would  screw  up  his  face  and  claw  the  flesh  from  bone  if  it  suited  him  so !                    he  had  never  wanted  her  to  meet  with  his  most  favoured  fledgling.  never  wanted  his  beautiful  green  eyes  to  set  their  sights  upon  the  woman  who  had  created  him  in  life  and  DESTROYED  him  in  death.        

❝        THE  HELL  I  WON’T !!        ❞              he  says,  reaching  up  to  pluck  her  hand  from  his  shoulder  and  let  it  fall  back  to  her  side.             ❝        i’ll  dress  in   my  birthday  suit  and  strut  in  front  of  NOTRE  DAME  if  it  gets  you  to  leave  me  alone.  yeah,  maybe  the  saints  will  enjoy  the  show.        ❞        

HE WAS INCORRIGIBLE AND gabrielle was unsure she could take any more petulant behaviour.  she is quick to move in front of him, hand reaching out to grab at his chin, nails cutting into the flesh.  it means to hurt, since that was the only way she could ever seem to get him to STOP.  yes he was gifted, yes he turned her.  but she was still his mother and she DEMANDED his respect.  she had her reasons as to why she did what she did.  she didn’t owe anyone her company.      ❝ now that is just CHILDISH ! ❞   

nails dig in further.  enough to cut into his flesh.  he would, of course heal.  she’s given him worse wounds than this.    ❝ you are not a child anymore, lestat.  i expect at least SOME modicum of respect from you. ❞  and then, she lets go, her voice completely cold.  it was a shame they had to do this in front of company.  what were they to think ? 

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   ❝ i’m glad you would like to join us. ❞     HAIR IS BRAIDED DOWN her back, hands hidden in the pockets of her silk pants, button down top tucked into them.  she looks a vision, but she always made sure of that if she was having company.  just because she preferred the wilderness didn’t mean she couldn’t be polite.  especially when one was interested in joining her coven.  

lucretia was FAR older than her, but she wasn’t worried about being unsurped.  her girls were loyal.  like she had once been (still was) to lestat.    ❝ is there anything i could to do make your time with us more pleasant ? ❞     *:･ﾟ ☠️   ‵ @maedrot liked for a starter. 

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     ❝ do not glare, lestat.  it’s unbecoming. ❞    SHE HAD BEEN ON the other side of the room, but she had quickly made her way to his side, a hand on his shoulder, squeezing there.  they were never able to say sweet things to one another any longer.  every word had bite, CRUELTY.  such was the way, and gabrielle had made her peace with it.  but it didn’t mean that her son didn’t annoy her when he acted the way he did.    ❝ especially when we have COMPANY.  whatever will they think of us. ❞   not that she cared.  she was judged.   a bad mother, awful person.  a killer who was only here out of loyalty.  

her leaving lestat two hundred years prior didn’t mean that she wanted him to possibly die.  loyalty was better than nothing.    *:･ﾟ ☠️   ‵ @deauvergne​ wanted a small thing. 

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is it true you saved his life?

     ❝ possibly, if i knew who he was that you are speaking of. ❞    A GLASS OF WARM BLOOD in hand, gabrielle raises a brow at her son.  she doesn’t really care what he thought of her any longer.  he was of her flesh, but she was of his.  he had FREED her, but that didn’t mean his opinions of her meant much anymore.  they were as any sire and the sired.  

they were destined to fall apart, to hate one another.  hadn’t that always been the case ?  she didn’t know any sire and fledgling that didn’t.    ❝ step over the corpse. ❞    she’s delaying her answer.  maybe she was getting more unfeeling  --- cold as she got older.  she didn’t really care.  she got her freedom, away from the shackles of her long dead husband, the need to be a MOTHER.  all in her distant past.  loose blonde hair flicks as she turns her back to him, picking up a book as she moves to sit on the large chair in the corner of the room.    ❝ just because you think me callous, does not mean i’ll let everyone die. ❞       *:･ﾟ ☠️   ‵ @deauvergne sent in a meme. 

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*:･ﾟ ☠️   ‵ MCTRIARCHY:

             HER EYES SHUT FOR a moment, a content sigh escaping her as she rested her head against Gabrielle’s shoulder for just the barest of seconds. A moment of serenity wrapped in the churning tide of chaos, what a juxtaposition this all was. It was dangerous to keep company with a vampire. Undoubtedly so. She wasn’t as oblivious not  to understand that. Perhaps, at first at least, that had been the allure. But Gabrielle had become much more to her than that. She was her dearest friend.  These moments, she cherishes them as much as she does her own family. A radiant smile graced crimson lips, settling back into her former place as a murmur escaped her.      ❝ c'est magnifique ——you have an eye for detail Gabrielle..  ❞

FINGERS CONTINUE TO RUN through morticia’s hair ,  long nails not catching on the strands as she ran from root to tip.  the moment morticia moves , her own hands return to her lap , watching the matriarch with somewhat kind eyes.  that was the best she could do.  she was not kind , not really.  not even to her own children , not even to the only child she partially cared about.  maybe she had never meant to be a mother , but fate was a cruel thing to have put her in a century where she had no choice.  morticia on the other hand was the COMPLETE opposite , and part of her envied that.

she wondered how different things could have been if she were not the way she were.  but her husband had not been like morticia’s.  he had been a cruel man , and had only gotten worse with age. she was GLAD that he and the rest of his sons had burnt and died painfully.  they deserved that.  her attention turns back to morticia       ❝ only the best for you , morticia.   how are your children , if i may ask ? ❞

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  *:･ﾟ ☠️   ‵ DEAUVERGNE:

 part  of  him  finds  humor  in  her  words,  the  other  part  wants  to  reach  forward  and  rip  her  from  the  chair.  shake  her.  make  sure  she  understands  what  terrible  lie  she’d  just  spoke!!   oh,  she  would  absolve  herself  of  blame.  of  course  she  would.  she  was  GABRIELLE;  the  woman  who  never  wanted  to  be  a  mother.  the  woman  who  lestat  shook  and  mourned  for  whilst  holding  that  fragile  human  body  in  his  arms.  she  who  would  often  plot  with  him  for  the  murder  of  her  husband  and  of  his  three  living  brothers  that  HAUNTED  their  lives  in  hell.  

 but  she  was  no  longer  that  mother.  this  was  not  his  mother.  this  was  Gabrielle. 

 he  gritted  his  teeth,  pulling  the  brush  away  and  slapping  it  down  against  that  fine  pine  table.  he  heard  the  mirror  in  the  back  of  it  shift  a  little,  the  tiny  oval  falling  out  with  a  dull,  circular  clatter.   he  couldn’t  stop  himself.  couldn’t  real  in  those  words, that  FURY  that  was  unfair  for  him  to  feel.  how  could  he  blame  her  for  abandoning  him,  brat  prince,  heir  to  magnus  and  holder  of  the  core  itself?  how  could  he  portray  her  in  such  an  awful  light                        but  then  again,  what  would  stop  him?   would  she  slap  him  again?  by  god.                ❝          i  find  it  hard  to  believe  that  you  didn’t  hear  my  calls.  even  the  youngest  in  The  Blood  can  bounce  their  telepathic  messages  off  one  undead  soul  to  the  next.  its  like  a  game  of  telephone.  with  it,  you  can  access  blood  drinkers  from  across  the  globe.  or  do  you  intend  to  be  ignorant  of  the  trick?         ❞

ANGER HAS SEEPED SO heavily into her bones.  he is being a fool and she does not have time nor patience for that.  she never has , not when they were mortal , and certainly not now.  teeth grit and jaw clenches as she shits her eyes.      ❝  you need to stop being a child , lestat.  you are grown do not debase yourself like this , or think that because you turned me means that i owe you anything. ❞     every single word is cold and bitter , she hated when he was like this , she could do whatever she PLEASED.  he had given her this gift  --- the ability and means to do this, and he had to deal with the consequences of that.

she still did things for him.  the rare occasion she wore a dress ---- it was for him.  whenever she let her hair hang ---- that was for him.  she gave him ENOUGH by doing that.  plain and simple.

and yet his words become more childish , more frivolous and she’s turning and standing , fury in cold eyes before she’s striking him across the face once again.  she had done it before --- more than once , he should know better than to insult her in this way.      ❝ you have others , lestat. how many others have you turned since me ?  how many of them have you bedded , loved ?  you don’t NEED me.  i do not need you. ❞     she was not a child who had to answer a call when asked , when begged.  she simply ignored him and her withering glare makes sure that it’s obvious.       ❝ i didn’t want to come when i was called.  i never have to. ❞     it’s cruel almost , the way that she says it , but she doesn’t care.  she had to get her point across and there was no other way for her to do so.     ❝ you are not a fool , lestat.  stop acting like one.  armand is more bearable. having a conniption will not make me feel any other way. ❞      the comment about armand was meant to hurt.  maybe then he would calm if the slap had not worked.

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‘I know how it is,’ she said. ‘You hate them. Because of what you’ve endured and what they don’t know. They haven’t the imagination to know what happened to you out there on the mountain.’ ’…It was the same the first time I bore a child,’ she said. 'I was in agony for twelve hours, and I felt trapped in the pain, knowing the only release was the birth or my own death. When it was over, I had your brother Augustin in my arms, but I didn’t want anyone else near me. And it wasn’t because I blamed them. It was only that I’d suffered like that, hour after hour, that I’d gone into the circle of hell and come back out. They hadn’t been in the circle of hell. And I felt quiet all over. In this common occurrence, this vulgar act of giving birth, I understood the meaning of utter loneliness.’

Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat Gabrielle de Lioncourt to Lestat after he had killed the wolves (via somniferousdelusion)

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      ❝ how many men have you killed , wednesday ? ❞     IT’S SAID OUT OF curiosity , a smile on sharp bone white features as she regards the young woman.  her mother should be proud --- would be proud and gabrielle wishes she could feel the same about her own children.  they had all been disappointments , those that had lived to their adulthood , even lestat in the end.  they had drifted , him far too attached to his humanity.  one day that would be his downfall , she was sure.

hands rest in her lap as she watches the young woman , head tilted to the side.       ❝ and how ? ❞      gabrielle had long stopped caring that she took DELIGHT in the deaths of men.      *:･ﾟ ☠️   ‵  @macaebre​ liked for a starter. 

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*:･ﾟ ☠️   ‵ DEAUVERGNE:

 and  what  could  POSSIBLY  trouble  him,  indeed?  perhaps  that  she  had  the  tendency  to  bore  of  things  all  too  quickly.  to  reach  across  the  table  for  whatever  it  was  she  wanted,  take  a  bite  or  two  and  then  reach  for  something  else.  it  wasn’t  unlike  gabrielle  at  all  to  take  on  more  than  one  lover  at  a  time.  human,  vampire,  perhaps  even  something  ABOMINABLE  in  between.            ❝          oh,  i  don’t  know.  perhaps  the  innumerable  years  left  vacant  between  your  lengthy  disappearances.   or  your  ability  to  become  jaded  with  every  living  or  non-living  thing  around  you  that  takes  up  room  in  your  SAVAGE  GARDEN.        ❞

 bristles  get  caught  on  a  knot  within  those  golden  curls,  hand  guiding  it  through  the  twisted  strands  to  prevent  the  hairs  from  yanking  out.  but  lord  knew  he  was  so  TEMPTED  to  take  a  blade  to  it.  to  draw  a  saber  as  he  once  had  and  strike  it  from  her  head.  hours  would  go  by  with  her  head  in  her  hands  sobbing  away  the  night.  but  he  could  not  be  so  cruel  anymore.  not  these  days.  couldn’t.  he  didn’t  have  it  in  him.              ❝          i  don’t  see  why  you  don’t  just  MAKE  yourself  a  companion.  work  the  dark  trick  as  I  did,  or  ask  one  of  the  elders  to  bring  them  into  The  Blood.  we  have  those  rituals  for  a  reason,  you  know.         ❞

A LONG SIGH AND she’s looking downward.  there was definite disappointment.  she wanted to make that known to him.       ❝ that always happens between a sire and their fledgling , lestat.  don’t think otherwise.  i came when you needed me most. ❞     her disapproval oozes through her words , like she was his mother again and she was chastising him for his foolishness.  maybe she was.  jesse was an adult with powerful blood and a strong mindset and mael --- mael would outlast them all.  this had been spoken of.  they knew this.  they did not need lestat to WORRY for them.       ❝ i don’t want a companion all the time.  i had one before and that was called marriage. ❞     her marriage had been horrifying , something that she loathed.  the cruelty of it all , to be TRAPPED when all she ever wanted was freedom.

a pause , lips pursed tightly before she speaks again. there’s a warning in the way he speaks.  they were all adults , some older than others.       ❝ i like my solitude lestat , that’s why i leave.  both jesse and mael know this.  they are okay with this.  a blood made companion who was desperate for me and NEEDED me ?  i do not need that. ❞     she had been truthful with them.  she had nothing to lose anymore.  would she love them ?  most likely no , but they knew that too.  none of them were fools , none of them had gone into this blind and the fact that lestat thought they had or would , was intolerable.

maybe she wasn’t capable of love.  maybe that had been STRIPPED from her in the throes of childbirth , she did not know.  whether she would find out was unlikely at best.

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               NOT REMOTELY. ❝ …..you‘re practically family as well darling, ❞ she loved her family fiercely yes, but at the end of the day the Addams Matriarch was still a modern woman. Sometimes you just needed to hop on the back of a motorbike belonging to a vampire & take off for six days across the country. She settled back on the blanket, a trail of black lace spread across the ground behind her as she tilted her gaze towards the sky. It never occurred to her that theirs was an unlikely friendship, in her mind it made perfect sense. They were kindred spirits.  

Her eyes drifted to the edge of the clearing, past the ragged branches of wilting oaks until she settled on a speckled horde hovering above the treetops.  ❝ ——Bats. How charming.  ❞

FINGERS IMMEDIATELY BEGIN TO run through morticia’s hair , caressing dark locks as she looked down at her.  it wasn’t surprising that they were this close , that there was fondness in her eyes , but nothing more.  gabrielle had made sure to make stops and feed.  she would never do that to morticia --- and she was sure that gomez would see that as crossing the line.  morticia didn’t seem to mind , or the fact that she would disappear into the ground during the day.  it gave the matriarch some time to herself , and she was sure that she would find it interesting.  she liked to think this was good for her --- for the both of them.  it wasn’t often when she got to have company on her travels.  not since lestat.

      ❝ you are too kind to me , morticia. ❞      and she does mean that in the kindest way possible.  her hand doesn’t stop running down through her hair before she’s nodding , a small smile on her face.        ❝ lovely , isn’t it ?  i thought you would enjoy this. ❞     a picnic in a gothic garden with bats ?  absolute perfection.  for the both of them. 

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*:･ﾟ ☠️   ‵ HERROYALDARKNESS:

       ❛ He’s completely insufferable. ❜ Contempt weaves its way through every sneered syllable. Anger, rejection – jealousy. Hardly a singular emotion gives life to her spite, and yet where her maker to walk through the door this very moment she knows that she would crave little more than his complete and undivided attention. Oh how she hates him.

      ❝ all those who are sired end up hating those who sired them. ❞     MARIUS SPOKE NO TRUER a word when he had uttered that.  gabrielle did not loathe lestat , she couldn’t but their attachment to one another had been quick to fade away , especially at the death of her husband and other sons.  gabrielle had REVELLED in that , the fact that the worst part of her life had now ended , but lestat still had that attachment that she didn’t. lestat’s attachment to the mortal coil annoyed her.  humanity were food , something pretty to look at.  the world was the glorious thing in all of this.

her and regina were so DIFFERENT to one another , she wondered how louis would react to her.  most likely kinder than she had.  he always had an odd gentility about him , the fact that he never really got over what happened to claudia.  but gabrielle cared for little to no one , so it was unsurprising how she regarded regina with little to no empathy.  she was young.  she would learn.        ❝ you learn to find solace in others.  lestat hates that. ❞