#c. esme

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

This scene alone has fueled so much headcanon and smut ideas for these two it's not even funny

The happy look and little sigh/moan as she kisses him. The desperation in his body language and sad look on his face when her lips leave his. How he pulls her back to him with such intensity. The quiet sounds of nature around them ;w; Soft, gentle, happy sex with smiles and kisses abound. Thats Esme and Astarion <3

[oflovrs]

Picking a name, you’d think it be easier done. She had settled on a few, watching herself in the mirror as she said them out loud. “Jasmine.” She muttered under her breath as her eyes flickered over the curve of her features. She wondered, if it was even right to call them her own. She knew that she had her mother’s eyes— the source’s. She knew that she laughed warmly, and people had always liked it. She remembers what it was like, to light up rooms she would never see, not really. Not for herself. Not for who she is. So— she said the name jasmine, and she shakes her head. “Lola.” It’s repeated between brims and her nose scrunched. God, that was worse. She’d been doing this on and off for days.

She doesn’t even notice him enter, not at first. She’s still fixed on the mirror, but there’s something threaded between her fingertips today. Irises are fixed forward, and there’s an open book on the desk. Swan lake, it was always swan lake. His voice causes her to jump, only slightly. “You sneak up on people a lot..” It’s not a question. It’s a statement. He moved so quickly, his steps were so quiet and determined. She turns towards him, she knows the drill. Sit down, answer the questions, look at the light and follow the finger. But today, today he asks her something different. He had passed by the book plenty of times now, and never said a word about it. Today? He asked. When she asked about names, they gave her a round about answer. If you’d like to. That’s what the others said. If she would like a real name, rather than the numerals and letters and whatever was on that piece of paper he always looked at. “I have, well- again. I’ve read it probably three times now.” It’s not like they had television anymore. Just movies on DVR, DVD, or recordings that they did just before the fall. It was weird, watching modern day television of people that probably weren’t around anymore. It felt.. like you were watching ghosts.

Still, she grins a little. “Why? Do you have any recommendations for me?” She’ll follow the light, overturn her arm as he checks the pulse thrumming beneath her skin. And then, brown eyes shift up to meet his as he worked. It wasn’t an intimate gaze, it was just lingering. Watching as the wheels turned in his head, and she wonders if it was ever quiet in there, or always a well oiled machine. “Do you like to read fantasy?” She doesn’t ask him if all he ever read was intellectually stimulating, because God how crowded his head must have got from that on an everyday basis. People read to forget for a little while, it didn’t hurt. Still, she lifts her chin so he can feel the lymph nodes beneath her jaw, like it was habit. Because it was. Because they had been doing this everyday for.. well.. awhile now. “And I did pick a name.” She gently puts the bracelet down. When she found it, it was kicked under a desk, the clasp was broken so she imagines it fell off in a rush. “Esme.” Then her gaze shifts to the open book. “Esme Odette.”

He asks if she feels different, new, and she shakes her head. “Unless you count internal conflict on which name suits your features.. then no. Same-same. Oh! But I did figure out, I might be allergic to blueberries.”

@oflovrs

She was the first to wake up, and that in itself was a kind of miracle. For days he'd watched her, like a risky experiment, waiting for something to go wrong. But nothing did. C01 was a marvellous specimen, indistinguishable from its source. And as the time went on, he started to feel at ease in its company -- her company.

His colleagues ushered in their warnings, cautioned against attachments and inevitable outcomes, but Diego thought they could not have been that clever if they broke the world and proceeded to create a sort of cure that could only be obtained through more screwing with nature and extractions out of corpses.

So instead of staring down microscopes into further parasite samples, or glaring at Elliot's uncanny copy in the large incubator, he'd found himself spending evenings with her instead. He labelled it 'cognitive analysis' on his schedule and let no one question his methods of obtaining data pertaining to her adjustments.

Tonight, he even made tea, placed it down on the table in front of her. They were not in a lab, at least not in its white and sterile centre, they were at the living corridors which had since the fall become a 'home' of their own.

"Were you reading?" he asked, finally grabbing a hold of her attention. Diego proceeded to unzip the small bag to the side, and without much hesitation he approached to examine her. "Feeling alright today? Anything new?" the questions were usually the same, as were his motions. A back of his hand pressed against her forehead, a shiny light flashed into her pupils, three fingers pressed against her wrists counting the beats. "Have you chosen a name yet?"

[itsallaboutbl]

but why does everybody know Chalothorn is a dick AND NO ONE EVER TOLD THARN????

[janevolturi]

do we like. ever find out what esme does all day when carlisle is at work and the "kids" are at school... she's a vampire she can probably do household chores in half the time and she doesn't have to worry about cooking so what's going on

[panlight]

These are the top 2-3 of each group of previous rounds of voting. Pick you favorite NAME, not favorite character.

Also looking at this list it reminds me of how many C and E names there are in this series.

[christinaxwagner]

closed - @esmemaxwcll

"Oh!" Christina gasps as a song starts to play on the radio, her hand moves to the knob to start turning it up. "Tell me you know this song, Esme or I'll have to disown this friendship." She raises her hand. "If you wanna be...." She starts to sing.

[realmythsmoved]

@escapedartgeek continued from here It had been one of those days where Zora had been feeling a lot of doubts of what they have been up to. Even knowing that they have changed a lot over the years, there was still a certain amount of uncertainty that they were wrestling with. "...That's true. I appreciate you telling me that. And listening to all I had been really going on about." They replied with a bit of an appreciative tone. "I guess trying to decide who I am going to be is yet another layer because I feel there are a number of directions. I think I am.. somewhat sure where I am starting out, it's a matter of feeling better about doing exactly that. "

Esme shrugs and waves a hand in their direction, as if to say 'no problem.' "Oh, I don't mind. What are friends for, after all?" Esme is happy to listen to Zora speak about whatever they want to speak about. Really.

She nods at Zora's next words. "Oh, definitely. It can be hard to know where exactly to go next. I hear you. And feeling good about it can be difficult too." Even Esme struggles with things like that from time to time. She thinks everyone does. "If it helps, it's a common struggle. So you're definitely not alone. Even I struggle with it sometimes." Esme usually manages to figure it out in the end, though. And hopefully Zora will have the same experience. "But it is possible to figure it out. I have in the past, and so I'm sure you will too. If there's any way I can help, though, let me know." Esme would be happy to help them. Truly.

[wastheheart-arc]

@mvndrvke, continued from here. (apologies, won't let me trim properly!)

She observes every slight muscle change. The way his hands find each other behind his back, his weight being displaced into his heels. She wants to laugh at the absurdity; she had, afterall, always read too much into things. Yet the miniscule changes on his part immediately release the tension built up her spine and shoulders.

"If... If I had been a better wife, Carlisle..." She has done so well, but her resolve is crumbling away. She's desperately trying to cling to it. "If I had just done things right it would have never happened!"

There is a profound silence between them. His words echo continuously until she can understand what he has said. "You... You..." The sob takes her by surprise, a hand coming over her mouth to stifle them. All this time she had thought her son was treated as nothing more than an afterthought.

"You did that for him?" Her voice is strangled... The grief is years old; once safely tucked away, it has now escaped. "... You held him, loved him?" Esme sucks in a stuttering breath. Despite supernatural strength her knees feel weak. "Did... did," she shakes her head, the thought unspeakable in fear of his answer.

[realmyths]

@escapedartgeek liked here for a starter from Esme!

Esme is smiling as she watches the Pride parade go by. She is waving two flags, one pansexual pride flag and one nonbinary pride flag, as she watches, enjoying the event. She is occasionally dancing to the music she hears. Yes, she had made the right decision going to a Pride event. It's thoroughly enjoyable for Esme, and she feels surrounded by Love and pride. And she is Love, so that's a nice feeling for her. "How are you liking it?" She says to Zora, hoping that they're enjoying the event as well.

[redladydeath]

I was not anticipating Silver Lucia and Black Emilia, but I'm glad to see it

[priyaxdesai]

closed - @esmemaxwcll

where - esme's place

Armed with a bag of takeout food and two bottles of wine, Priya made her way up to her friend's door, smiling as it was opened, "I come armed with dinner and drinks and ready to ignore the fact that Valentine's day is just weeks away so this town will inevitably look like Cupid puked all over in a matter of days."

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

Esme: My cute little sheep boy <3

Astarion: Excuse me?

E: You heard me.

A: *flustered vampire noises*

[misaligncdarchive]

status: closed

for: @ncfaricus

"you asked me to hear you out and i have," breathed esme, wondering how much longer her resolve would last. she knew that she shouldn't have even let it get as far as she had. she had agreed to the ride on his bike but now she found herself in what she assumed was his home. she had yet to move a single inch after taking off her coat and trying to fix her hair after removing the helmet," i always thought you didn't take me seriously," she admitted," that when you got out you would find someone else because i'm just me." she doubted she was like any woman that he had hooked up with in the past," and i know we talked nearly every day and i just-i don't want to get to hurt."

[noellexdriscoll]

closed starter: @esmemaxwcll

where: sweet nothings

"Welcome in-- Esme! Hello darling, how are you?" Noelle smiled fondly at the blonde when she saw who it was who entered the bakery. Noelle was standing on a chair as she hung fall decorations on the windows. "Tell me, is it too early to add a Jack O'-lantern or two?"

[fcundaticnsofdecay]

status: closed

based: linked in source. bullets two, three & four.

with: @darkwants

the past few days had been nothing more than one big blur. esme remembered she had been leaving work. after that it had been nothing but darkness. she found herself in a completely different city and being used over and over. at first she had tried to protest but somewhere along the line, her mind broke. she turned into an utterly depraved, desperate mess. she didn't even know how long it went on for but it came to some sort of end. she remembered growing up hearing about such places where it was allowed. yet she didn't realize that she was in one of those places.

she found herself rousing when she heard footsteps. she was groaning as she realized that for the first time in days, no one was touching her. her eyes fluttered open only for her to realize that she was on the ground. she was propped up against some trash cans in what seemed to be an alley. her panties were shoved in her mouth, preventing her from speaking clearly. her legs were folded up towards her knees and her hands were hooked beneath them. she whimpered upon realizing how full she felt. tears of both confusion and desperation hit when she realized that a bottle was shoved inside of her. it was clear that a plug had been shoved in her ass, keeping her stretched. she was groaning as she realized what sort of a state she was in. her chest heaved as she felt paper against her forehead.

"ple-please," she choked out, the words garbled. she wasn't sure what she was begging for since her whole world was upside down. her hips were arching out as if missing something," please, please, please." she had no idea that there was a note on her forehead that read: free holes.

[wesxevans]

closed starter: @theameliaxevans

where: Esme's house

"Westley!" Esme exclaimed as she all but pulled him through the front door and immediately began telling him about the little gift basket she made for him and Liza. Wes felt it was almost out of character for the woman, but he supposed with Noelle out of town, one of the aunts had to be doting and practically smother them.

Wes appreciated the kindness and he was sure Liza would be happy to know he was coming home with treats from his aunt, but he was only half listening to her ramblings. "Thanks. You know you don't have to call me Westley, right?" Wes scrunched his nose as he thought about the way she hardly called him anything but that. He hated his full name, which is why he significantly shortened it to Wes.

"It's the name your mother gave you." Was all she responded even when Wes shot her a look and reminded her that he and his mother weren't on good terms at the moment. But she didn't say more before moving back to the kitchen. "Stay for dinner!" She called back over her shoulder and Wes couldn't help but roll his eyes at the woman, but as he turned to set the basket of goodies on the dining table, he finally noticed his sister. "You got roped into dinner too?"