#SEMPITCRNALIS

[sovietsurvivors]

Gavril broke into a brilliant smile when his wife broke away from the crowd and then gathered her into his arms before giving Helena a passionate but appropriate kiss, "Salut iubirea mea." He said before pressing his forehead against hers as best he could considering he was wearing his uniform cap.

The Romanian/Welsh soldier was putting in very long hours at the embassy so Helena could stay home with the babies as long as she wanted to but he was mentally and physically exhausted and their grandfather all but ordered him to take the afternoon and at least a week off with pay. Royal duties had the older Vladimir had to return to the UK and Europe soon after the twins were born but had just flown into New York that morning. "Our grandfather sends his love and this." He said before kissing her on the forehead, cheeks and then the top of the head. It was a traditional Sarmatian and Dacian expression of familial bonds that was often still done in parts of the former Soviet Union and Eastern Europe today.

"He immediately asked Vladimir, Luka and I the state of the family but especially you and the twins." The redhead said with a smile as they got in line at one of few food carts Helena enjoyed. It happened to have a license to operate in Central Park too so it was a double win for the couple since they and the family often enjoyed outings and gatherings in the park. "He's going to call you later to arrange a time for him and Uncle Artur to visit and then Vlad and Nicholas will visit separately.”

[draconigena440]

Vladimir sighed tiredly as he shifted in his chair to get a set of keys out of his pocket as Nicholas brought in the dispatch boxes that covered not only the United Kingdom but also the countries that had been part of ancient Dacia and Sarmatia, "How kind of you cousin." He teased the blond vampire with whatever humor he could muster. "In bringing me presents."

[rubiesintherough]

(( @sempitcrnalis​ sent --- [ for Mahia~ ] ( Kiss: for all the scar kisses for the birb bby ;~; ) ))

Wings brushed across bare skin, feathers splayed across sheets and rustled by the evening air... each breath through half open window swept them over her back, again. The slashed fabric, jagged from a swipe of her blade, shifted, the gentle breeze catching the opening cut there for her wings to escape, filling it, letting it fall, once more, onto a healer already fighting the first tugs of sleep. 

Mahia felt the bed dip behind her. Without a thought, those unkept wings drew closer to her back as she rolled... dragging them behind her in a sleepy attempt to ensure there was room enough for Henry. And she began to drift away, again.  Until there came the first tickle of breath. Warm against the rise of marred skin, followed by the faint brush of lips...     A quick exhale left her own. An instinctual moment of discomfort, fear, defensive, yet gone in an instant. And another kiss came. 

A most gentle gesture to the worst of the scars that marred her back. Pale, and angry, those carved lines twisting between wings... met with such love. Those marks with a history she would rather forget, almost feeling forgiven, now.    Cautiously --- as though fearing it would cause him to stop --- one, calloused hand drifted back to search out Henry’s, fingers closing over his as silent, fervent thanks.

[donutdollie]

sempitcrnalis asked:    ❝ Believe it or not, it’s quite difficult.. impossible, really, to find someone with shared life experience. ❞

With  a  shrug,  Margaret  buried  her  hands  under  her  arms,  her  blue-gray  battledress  jacket  doing  as  much  as  her  red  mittens  to  keep  her  hands  warm.          ❝  Ya  know,  I  suppose  that’s  true  with  some  things.    But  not  with  others.  ❞          The  air,  thankfully,  wasn’t  bitterly  cold,  but  it  still  bit  at  her  face,  slowly  turning  her  cheeks  and  nose  as  red  as  her  scarf.     Softly  smiling,  she  cocked  her  head  slightly,  glancing  at  the  doctor  out  of  the  corner  of  her  eye.          ❝  For  example,  I  doubt  your  parents  are  from  Sweden,  but  we’re  both  out  here  because  of  the  war.  ❞          Not  for  the  same  reasons,  she  was  quite  sure.     After  all,  he  was  a  medical  professional,  and  she  held  a  master’s  in  history  and  worked  for  the  red  Cross.           ❝  Depends,  in  the  end,  how  much  has  to  be  the  same  for  you  to  consider  it  ‘shared  life  experience’.  ❞          With  a  slight  smirk,  she  added  finger  quotes  around  her  words.     After  all,  it’s  all  objective,  wasn’t  it?

[sxcrificx]

❝ Will there ever come a time in which you stay? It's difficult to be left behind while you're with the Winchesters.. there are moments in which I find myself wondering if you'll e v e r return. ❞

"Henry..."-Words died in his mouth. He had been so happy to see his lover once more, he dreamt for too long to have him between his arms.

The angel sighed and had to close his eyes for a couple of seconds. -"They are my friends, family too. Wouldn't you risk everything too?"-But that was unfair, even if the Winchesters were family, Henry, the man standing in front of him was his husband and love of of his life.

"You are my sun and my moon. You are what keeps my world spinning.

Please

Please ask me to stay and I shall never leave again."

[vindictiveolympianqueen-arch]

👤 + Dr. Henry Morgan

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❝Ah, Henry. I adore Henry! He’s absolutely adorable and one of the sweetest people! But, he’s more emo than Hades without Persephone (and let me tell you, that is quite the achievement). He can also be so insanely dumb sometimes, I wish I could shake some sense into him! My idiot, immortal human son. And that’s just it, he’s still so very human, and that’s so refreshing. I can only hope he retains that quality, after all he’s still so young. And his youth really does show. It’s quite precious really. He deserves so much good in this world.❞

@sempitcrnalis

[rubyeditsandstuff]

you can break my soul, take my life away,           beat me, hurt me,  kill me.

           but please, for the love of god                      don’t touch him

[wallachiandragon]

Silently, she perched herself on the arm of the chair he'd settled in - even if only for a moment. Sans hesitation, she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. ❝ Happy birthday, you darling man. ❞ Came her hushed, but nonetheless jovial hum as she righted herself, looking down with a smile and lifting a hand to brush the faint lipstick marks she'd left behind on his skin away with the pad of her thumb. ❝ -- I'm not sure that shade suits you, really.. ❞

The vampire smiled and very carefully pulled Helena into his lap before gently rubbing a knot in his pregnant cousin's lower back, "Thank you my luv." He said as she gently snuggled into his embrace. "And most likely not but more importantly my dearest, how are you feeling and do I need to hit Gavril over the head?" The last part was in jest since he knew Lewellyn was running himself ragged and completely devoted to the care and comfort of his wife and their babies.

"I know being a man has me at a slight disadvantage but I remember when my wives were pregnant and I was just as devoted to them as Gavril is to you so please... be honest. We have a unique history of being able to make each other feel better you and me."

[veritasxrum]

@sempitcrnalis

                         It was a mark of his muggle upbringing no doubt, but there was something about magical cleaning that just wasn’t the same, he thought, rubbing the polishing cloth over the last bottle until he could see his own reflection in the gleaming glass: hooked nose, sallow skin, lank and greasy black hair, eyes as devoid of color as they were of feeling, yellow teeth that he hid behind thin lips. Niether tall nor short, neither thin nor heavy, he was remarkable in no way that he could distinguish save perhaps his ugliness. He had no business thinking.... And he shut the thought down on the cusp of finishing it. What he had no business doing was thinking those thoughts. 

                        The last bottle polished to a shine, he placed it back with its myriad brethren and, wandless, with a murmured incantation that was nearly songlike as it continued, the hundreds of bottles rose obediently into the air, big and small, tall and short, thin and round, a fanciful menagerie of glass. His long thin fingers spread like spiders and the bottles arranged themselves. And how would she like them? Alphabetical - no he didn’t think so. She was hardly alphabetical. By use? Yes - perhaps that. They whirled and spun like dervishes before shelving themselves in perfect order, each full. And... he raked coal-black eyes over them. She would reorganize them to her liking, no doubt, but perhaps he might offer some of his own more inventive suggestions. With a thought and another murmured spell a few bottles changed places. It wasn’t, perhaps, what  St. Mungo’s might recommend, but he’d observed many a time how unorthodox concoctions could amplify the effects of healing. And she - she hardly seemed orthodox.

                        Clearing his throat, he turned to leave, pleased with his work, only to nearly run straight into her at the door. Had she been watching all this time? He felt as if the veil of occlumency hadn’t fallen over his eyes quickly enough, as though she might have seen for an instant that he knew full well what day it was - her birthday - but for once he offered no foul words to throw her off his trail, merely the simple comment; ❝ Your time is far too important to be wasted upon potions stores, ❞ before he made to move past her. And it was - out of all of them - she was the only one who was a healer, someone who could do what he could not, what none of them could do with such dexterity and skill, and potions, potions were something anyone might take care of.

[tuppencetrinkets-a]

@sempitcrnalis - helena sent a meme for alexander.

❝ -- You don't give up, do you?? ❞

        “Shall we say, instead, that I believe that some things are worth fighting for?”  A lazy smirk coiled at one corner of his lips, his gaze wandering along the contours of her features, taking in the angles, the shadows, the creases, the sharp lines and soft edges.  She was, undoubtedly, beautiful, but it was more than just her body that appealed to him.  Her intelligence was keen, her wit sharp - and there was something ... something that he could not place.  “But no.  I am not certain that surrender has ever been an option I’ve considered ... valid.”

[sovietsurvivors]

It was one of the rare days where everyone was either working or visiting the Romanian embassy and everyone was within a few rooms of each other when Gavril was told Helena and Abraham were asking to see him and their grandfather.

"Good Gods of course they can see me." The older Vladimir said as he rolled his eyes when the poor kid the front end sent in to ask had to do it. "And take a breath my young friend, you're being tested by your commanding officers."

"Grandfather is harmless." Gavril said with a smile as he went out to get his wife and  son. "Hello." He kissed both of them before seeing the fear on Helena's face. "Beth sy'n bod ar fy nghariad?"

[astardead-a]

@sempitcrnalis filled in the heart

jack wasn’t one to frequent antique shops, however, the victrola in the window had caught his eye. almost a relic of his childhood, but near certain that it couldn’t be the same one. hat coming off of his head as he walked into the store, he quickly found his path blocked to what he was wanting to see closer to the window. “what’s all this?” the question posed, though eyes fell further ahead to what he was interested in more.

[rubiesintherough]

(( @sempitcrnalis​ sent --- [ for Lusca~ ] ❝ There's very little I wouldn't do for you. ❞ ))

It made the siren smile. A rare sight to all but Henry... the only human to ever earn his affections, his attention, his love. They were words that caused Lusca to lean forward. Fingers, a moment ago interlaced, slid forward to fold over his love’s, clasping gently, pulling them closer.    “ Is that so? Well, in that case, Henry, might that include.... “  

Smile widened to a mischievous grin, lips curling.     “ Going to sleep? “   

[donutdollie]

sempitcrnalis asked:    ❝ Well, this is awkward... ❞

❝ Sorry...  Hi?  ❞          An  awkward  smile  set  on  her  lips  as  she  clasp  her  hands  behind  her,  standing  awkwardly  in  the  middle  of  the  store.     Perhaps  the  best  course  would  be  to  edge  toward  the  door  and  come  back  another  time.    As  a  master’s  student,  even  if  she  didn’t  have  a  ton  of  time  on  her  hands,  at  least  she  could  arrange  it  as  she  liked.     But  was  it  really  the  best  course  of  action?     Who  knew  really?     All  she  wanted  to  do  was  to  see  if  Abraham’s  shop  had  anything  new.          ❝  If  I’m  interrupting  something,  I  can  come  back  later?  ❞

[vindictiveolympianqueen-arch]

@sempitcrnalis​ |  🍷

Hera’s returning smile was warm, and, the drink he set down before her was as welcome as his presence. ❝Aw, you know the way to a lady’s heart,❞ she teased lightly with a grin. ❝Thank you, dear. How’ve you been?❞

[tinymute]

@sempitcrnalis

“Henry?”

A pause, she was fidgeting with her dress. Nerves rushed through her. It had taken her a few hours to muster up the courage to even consider approaching him with this. She bounced her weight from one foot to the other. Why should she be so afraid? It was not him that she feared. No, he was as gentle as ever. 

As usual, she was terrified of any form of rejection, fear of not being good enough, an ever nagging terror of being told she was just not...desirable in any form. Still, she persisted, deciding the horror of rejection was nothing compared to the anxious ache of not knowing.

It was foolish.

“I...wrote something for you. Do you want to hear it?”

A pause, and she produced her violin case, which had been resting against the wall. She held the case close to her chest, almost covering her face with it (but peering at him over it, nonetheless.)