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Going for a Midnight Ride here with your Vampire ChouChou >>>

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Please don't reopen the wound xD

non-writers will never understand the mental illness of writing an entire conversation in your head while doing dishes and then forgetting every word the second you open a blank doc

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hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god

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Why am I like this

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Naomi Jane Saint-Fleur

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She supports her hands on her hips and glares at him.

"You're an idiot." She says, with all the indignation the possesses. "If you think that's what family means."

Her personal safety momentarily slipping into the back of her head, as her protective temper flares - family is important to her - she pokes her finger against his chest like a scolding mother.

"Family is supposed to be loving and nurturing with each other. And a father should always strive to make his loved ones feel safe and appreciated. For his kids carry his legacy, and its your responsibility to make sure they have the best chances they can get"

She looked him straight into his crimson eyes.

"The only thing you'll achieve with your needless cruelty is a stake through the heart and damaged children."

Have you ever thought about, that maybe, being kind to your Spawns would work out far better in the long run for you than trying to subdue them? Would you not rather surround yourself with people who want to support you?

Did you not see what happened to your master?

Why repeat the same process?

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"Being kind to them?" Cazador laughs, but it's not a kind laugh, "you ignorant little girl. I am kind to those poor, wretched souls. I made them, shared with them the gift of immortality, and took them in!"

Clearly Naomi knew about his true nature if she was here talking to him about his Spawn, and as such he doesn't bother hiding himself. No. He pulls his lips up in a cruel smile that perfectly shows his sharp canines.

"The least they can do is repay me for my kindness. And if I have to beat them up in order for them to be grateful of what I gave them, then so be it. We're family, after all."

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Naomi sat down, thanking the servant politely, before folding her hands on the table.

She couldn't get around noticing how clean it all was, everything placed in perfect order, from the carpet, to the position of the chairs down to the placement of the vase. The whole dining room gave her the impression of one big decorative piece.

"Certainly, my Lord. I've found that the best of conversations always happen over dinner." Once again she offers a smile, making an effort to keep her composure calm and collected. After all it is said that facing a predator with confidence significantly raises one's chances of survival...or at least so she read in one of those wildlife books her parents used to keep at home.

"Any food will do, really. What do you recommend?", she hears herself asking. Half out of a polite reflex and half because she just couldn't help herself. She was utmost curious about what he'd come up with.

She pauses for a moment, gathering her thoughts after the minor misstep and choosing her words more wisely this time.

"I am...working on a project that requires plenty of thorough research. I was making good progress in the beginning, but...I've reached a dead end now, that I cannot overcome with the information that is available to me."

She musters him, her gaze flitting from one of his crimson eyes to the other, trying to read his reaction.

"I was hoping your vast knowledge on the matter would solve my problem. It would help me a great deal."

"Miss Saint-Fleur, then," Cazador's voice sounds almost pleasant, as he walks down the castle's hallways towards the equally opulent dining hall.

Tap.

Tap.

With each step he takes, his staff strikes the floor with equal cadence. It's not a strong sound in itself, and yet, in the silent vastness of the hallway, it echoes effortlessly.

Made on purpose, of course, so that both his Spawn and his mortal servants would know not to approach him unless absolutely necessary.

It wouldn't do to scare away his new guest, after all.

It's not a particularly long walk to the dining hall, largely unusued and yet spotless anyway, kept in tip top condition just for situations like these.

"Feel free to sit down, Miss Saint-Fleur. It is better to talk with a full stomach after all, is it not?" At his words, a servant previously unseen steps forward from the shadows to pull back one of the many expensive chairs surrounding the uselessly big table at the center of the room for Naomi to sit at.

Cazador, of course, takes the seat at the head of the table.

"Do let my servant know if you have any dietary restrictions, and he will relay them to my kitchen staff," he then gently props Woe, his staff, against the table on the side opposite to Naomi.

Call it paranoia, perhaps, to always have his trusted weapon so close to him and yet far from others.

"So, Miss Saint-Fleur. To what do I owe the pleasure of having you here?"

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She's finally here!

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Naomi returns the smile, albeit with much more honesty than he did. She deemed it wise to be on her best behavior - not that it would make her endeavor any less deranged by any means. After all, who would be stupid enough to walk straight into an openly waiting trap, knowing full well that it was one. What would drive any sane mortal to seek out a hostile undead creature with an unquenchable thirst for blood?

The answer was curiosity. And no small amount of despair.

Naomi takes his open invitation, taking a deep breath when he isn't looking as she follows him into the castle. Or perhaps she should call it a lair. It was opulent and oppressing, the colours heavy with deep reds and blues, reminding her of bruises.

"Saint-Fleur," she helps him. "Naomi Saint-Fleur."

She smiles again, swallowing her nervousness as she keeps a well calculated distance to the vampire. She is already aware of what he is. What cursed blood runs through his veins. He'd find out soon enough. And Naomi could only hope, his own curiosity and need for knowledge was greater, than his urge to rip out her throat.

((Character Bio btw))

Good evening my Lord

May I kindly request for an audience?

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Cazador took a long look at the woman standing before him, studying her face as if trying to put a name to it and understand who she was.

She had come here at her own choice and, clearly, was not one of the victims his Spawn usually brought in late at night. As such, he made sure to put on his best close lipped smile, hiding away the fangs that would reveal his true identity.

After all the people of Baldur's Gate only knew him as one of the many eccentric Lords residing within the city, and Cazador wished to keep acting as such until he was able to achieve his true goal.

"Of course. To what do I owe the pleasure, Miss...?" He purposefully trailed off, waiting for her to provide him with a name while gesturing towards the dining room as if inviting her to follow him inside.

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Character Bio

Name: Naomi Jane Saint-Fleur

Gender/Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: Straight

Ethnicity: Creole

Actual Age: 23

Height: 1.62 m

Appearance: She has warm brown eyes, overshadowed by long lashes and soft, dark brown curls that reach her shoulders and frame her face. She isn't particularly tall or fit and has healthy feminine curves. Her skin is of a warm brown complexion and she usually wears comfortable summer dresses or simple jeans with colorful shirts.

Aesthetic: X

Description: Naomi is a selfless, gentle woman, with a passion for writing, history and inexplicable mysteries. Her hunger for knowledge gets her in trouble more often than not.

Naomi tends to put the needs of others above her own. She has a talent of making people around her feel loved, but cannot for the life of her apply the same grace to herself.

She's soft spoken, but can be rather sarcastic at times. Despite her innocent appearance, she's also a fearless, passionate woman, fighting for the things she believes in. Despite this, she struggles to let people in, keeping them at a distance to protect herself. She could be classified a fearful avoidant.

Naomi has a deep sense of longing for the ocean and times long past, often describing herself as having an old soul.

Partial History: Naomi grew up in a loving family. She'd describe her childhood as a happy one, though it hasn't been without its difficulties. Racial discrimination and bullying have left permanent mental scars, shaping the way she views herself and the world. Since the divorce of her parents, her life has been slowly crumbling apart. Now, she wants to start anew, chasing her dream of becoming a writer.

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I want to be chosen without asking, remembered without reminding, loved without performing

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this paragraph is all you will ever need to know about louis and lestat

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Reblogging because I, too, wanna know.

This would be the best way to practise honestly.

Does anyone know where I can find Versailles but in French? Bonne soirée!

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