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Dark roots of the earth will see us home, eventually.

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‘ but you’re covered in blood, deacon.. ‘ she wasn’t sure they could slip away into the crowd, but she reached for his hand and began to walk anyway.

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INTERVIEW MEME

——— character question sheet

▌REAL NAME: juliet marie hargraves. ▌SINGLE OR TAKEN: single. ▌ABILITIES OR POWERS:  clan ventrue vampire, all the powers and disciplines that go along with it. ▌EYE COLOR: blue. ▌HAIR COLOR:  honey blonde.  ▌FAMILY MEMBERS: viktor grayson, sire. fiona hanson, edward brandon, fellow childer of viktor. ▌SOMETHING THEY DON’T LIKE: liars. ▌HOBBIES / ACTIVITIES: painting, listening to music, gardening, swimming.  ▌EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE:  under duress. ▌EVER KILLED ANYONE BEFORE: no. ▌WORST HABITS: daydreaming, getting stuck in the past. ▌ROLE MODELS: grace kelly, marilyn monroe.  ▌SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual. ▌THOUGHTS ON MARRIAGE/KIDS: as a human she would have loved to have been married and had kids, someone to grow old with, to share memories with. but as a vampire, she shies away from anything involving commitment, since she’s technically immortal and she can’t have kids, it just seems like a terrible tease of an idea. ▌FEARS: being alone forever, being ‘alive’ forever. ▌STYLE PREFERENCES: flowy dresses, vintage clothing, mostly things from the 30s through to the 70s. long hair, loose, little makeup.

▌ SOMEONE THEY LOVE:  love is a strong word she doesn’t use often; everyone she loves is dead. ▌APPROACH TO FRIENDSHIPS: cautious, wary. not trusting. ▌THOUGHTS ON PIE: can’t eat human food. ▌FAVORITE DRINK:  blood, but that’s not really a favourite. ▌FAVORITE PLACE TO SPEND TIME AT: at the beach house in upstate new york, the one built by her father in the 30s. viktor bought it as a birthday present for her. ▌SWIM IN THE LAKE OR IN THE OCEAN: always in the lake. always. ▌THEIR TYPE: kind, funny, dark haired. ▌CAMPING OR INDOORS: indoors. camping means the sun, eventually.

TAGGED BY: @wildpawed TAGGING: @toheavyn (deacon), @ofgehenna (robert), @aspecialprovidence, @enterlilith (for anyone!), @siredrose & you!

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Reblog if your muses greatest wish is to reunite with their MOTHER.

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Demitri cast a sympathetic look to her as she mentioned her sadness. It wasn’t uncommon, to find a fledgeling with such regrets. Especially at Juliet’s age. The newness of the life often started to wear thin coming up on the first hundred years, after all. Time healed a lot of things, though there were some scars that still bled, were still tender despite the decades… Demitri could barely remember what it felt like to be human. He remembered certain days, the first time he had come across Vlad… They’d both might as well have been young men then. Young men with different names and no idea how the world would change in the coming millennia. 

Demitri plucked a fresh cigarette from the pack in his breast pocket then, poising it between his lips before he brought the lighter up to the end. Demitri took a long drag on it, let it out as he mulled over her words. He was careful to turn his head to avoid spilling the smoke all over her. 

“Mm. On the contrary, everything is different for people like us. The colors, the scents… Just imagine how dull it is to a human… Their eyes– not the best, you know.” To be fair, temperature was often all the same to vampires of Demitri’s persuasion. He tapped his cigarette in the ashtray, pale eyes roaming to see Sophia’s blonde curls re-emerging in the crowd. She’d stopped to talk to Bruno briefly, evidently. “Remind me of your sire?” He would have remembered if she’d told him– even if he acted like he didn’t– but it seemed more polite to phrase it this way… 

she felt old. she wasn’t, well, she was, but in the presence of someone who’d been around before the fall of rome, she was an infant. less than, really, she was a protozoa, waiting to spawn. she could not (and would not) imagine being around that long; part of her likes to think she’d have the courage to walk out into the sunrise, wearing her best gown, and diamond earrings. she doesn’t want to dwell in the sadness of things; glancing over to see sophie talking to someone reminds her of the fact that they came out to have fun, and here she was, being a morose bitch.

‘ colours don’t mean much when you can’t see them in the sunlight, ‘ she muses. colour didn’t mean much when you couldn’t see the sun sparkling off the water at the lake, or the way the trees took on their autumnal hues, or just to fijmply feel the warm breeze. having these overloaded senses didn’t mean shit to her — she was dead, and trapped on the nighttime side of things forever. maybe men like demitri were okay with it, but she wanted to go swimming.

glancing up at him when he speaks, caught off guard about the question. ‘ my.. oh, viktor. ‘ she smiles a little, wondering what that particular old man was doing right now; probably reading something in the study. ‘ he.. well, he’s viktor. ‘ she’s never been asked to talk about him before. ‘ he’s older than i am.. he’s been around since the time of king henry the first.. so the eleven hundreds.. i’m told there’s a painting of him in a manor house in england somewhere, from the fifteen hundreds. ‘ she’s begged him to take her to see it, and he’s flatly refused every time. she understands why, but.. she still asks. ‘ he’s a businessman, though you probably know that.. ‘

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He smirked. His natural expression was something of a casual ( an occasionally promiscuous ) smirk. There was a small tilt of his head, a beat. “Then why’d you want me to put clothes on?” Women were just weird like that, he guessed. Shoulders were rolled and neck was cracked.

‘ i was kidding. being overly sarcastic, admonishing, but it backfired, and i’m sorry. ‘ she gave him a warm grin, her face cupped in her chin, fingers drumming against her cheeks. ‘ you can take them off again, if you want.. ‘ she’s only teasing, he’s not a puppet. 

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@fleshcrafted said: ’ i’ve got you. ’ — to cody from juliet.

          Send “I’ve got you” to help my muse wash off blood from their body

The wolf would much prefer to be able to literally lick his wounds, but if the vampire could reach where he couldn’t he wouldn’t protest. Part of him expected to be bombarded with questions, the standard who, what, when, where and how; but she didn’t and he appreciated it.

A wince, something of a growl pressed past lips as too much pressure was applied to a more sensitive wound. He didn’t even know that one was there. “Excuse me askin’, but what you get out of helping me?”

the one good thing about werewolf blood was that it didn’t call to her; she had no desire to drink of him, though not being hungry helped. ‘ sorry, ‘ came soft when she realized she’d pressed too hard in trying to clean the drying blood off that particular area. dipping the wash rag into the water and wringing it clean, she paused when the question was posed.

‘ i’d say the satisfaction of being a decent human being, but since i’m not human.. ‘ she was careful as she continued to clean around his wounds, so she could see what was what. ‘ i don’t know. if i can help you even a little bit, it makes me feel like less of a monster. ‘ which was what she considered herself. ‘ plus, you shirtless is a beautiful sight, ‘ joking helped her move on from that earlier subject. 

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