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Painting by the great Christopher Fisher

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Teddy bear blood bag

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she gets it

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my cappadocian methuselah lillian

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elder kindred yuri

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If you were embraced a long time ago relating to humanity may be difficult. Even alive people tend to get out of touch with youth with age, it's not embarrassing. Paying attention to the pulse of the world is a skill that can atrophy if not used. You don't need to be perfect immediately, caring is enough.

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𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔰𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔯

@kavalyera 's vtm oc Brianna Kelley

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I know it's a taboo subject, but even if you did diabolical things that stained you and your aura, there is still a way out. You can't turn back time and no one owes you forgiveness. You can, however, forgive yourself, learn, and not do that again. Small steps. You can get better.

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Brianna on the phone with her adopted childe about to prevent a disaster 🖤

AUGHRRADE SHE LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL IM GONNA EAT THIS PIECE OF ART AUGHRRATAUGHRHD

god this is the funniest thing ive done to dr kelley in her vtm au thus far. just like. have this guy

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Finally got around to drawing my boy!! Goth cowboy salubri who WILL redeem your villains. @clementgray

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(Source.)

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Dr. Kelley was no stranger to kindred in torpor but waking them up was truly another thing. Waking up from torpor was a sudden shock to the body, similar to that of the first breath kindred takes right after their embrace. Though, with torpor, it sometimes was unbelievably painful or gracefully peaceful.

Dr. Kelley had a blood bag in a gloved hand, her eyes trailing all over this kindred, watching out for any signs of life. Kindred or human, she’d swore herself to the hippocratic oath and such, with any house she encounters, she will enter and help the sick.

Clement was a Salubri she never found herself to he working with, and yet here she was, nursing a kindred he found—back to consciousness. The doctor was alone in an operating room, her head surgeon and whom she considered an equal—Dr. Thatcher—having an operation scheduled this evening.

Dr. Kelley almost dropped the nearly empty blood bag from her grasp as she took a step back—silent, observing. Dr. Kelley created a space between them when this unkown kindred given to her by Clement flinched back at the sight of her.

The hospital room lights were buzzing a cold, bright white. Dr. Kelley removed her surgical face mask, putting the blood bag down in a trash bin in the corner.

“Don’t be scared, I’m not one to kill.”

Dr. Kelley leaned against a table with papers sprawled across it.

“You’re in Los Angeles, California. I don’t know who you are but…” She clicked her tongue. “I won’t hurt you.”

Dr. Kelley locked eyes with the kindred on her operating table. “Stay there for me.” And then came the overwhelming feeling flooding the kindred’s mind—a discipline, dominate.

“Please do be so kind as to explain who you are and why you were in… a box.”

It was bright, hideously bright.

Where was she? Somewhere out in the tundra, half buried in snow under a full moon? No. It was too warm for that.

His eyelids felt like sandpaper as he dragged them open. Electric lights. Distant beeping. He was in a hospital. What could have possibly happened?

There was a woman leaning over him, haloed in that harsh whiteness to which his eyes refused to adjust. Between her pale blond hair and lab coat, she seemed almost to glow. It was this person, he realized, who was pouring blood so mercifully into his mouth as if feeding a baby bird. There was simultaneously a cold professionalism to it, and a deep sense of comfort. It was exactly what he needed - finally his veins began to sing with life again.

He remembered, then, a rather large quantity of his blood on the floor of a vintage Alaskan bed and breakfast. All of it, in fact. Oh god...if that man had really done what he intended...

Jerking away from the doctor, Rosalee succeeded in careening off what she now recognized as an operating table, and sprawled across the floor, with precisely none of her usual grace. Was that a useful move? No, but she wanted OUT. She had probably intended to flee the room on some level, but her thought processes were not even articulate enough to put any name to her intentions at that moment. All he knew was that he had to run but wasn't strong enough to stand yet...and that from here, he could see a stack of pamphlets on a the countertop next to various medical implements.

"St. Dymphna's Hospital, L.A." Los Angeles.

"No. No, she'll kill me. No, no. No - " Her lungs took in air by the bucketful, but of course, it was unnecessary and brought no relief, only dizziness. If he had been useless and paralyzed in torpor, he was somehow even more so now that he was awake.

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I’ve woken only a few in my life from torpor, but—well, I’ll see what I can do with this… “raisin” as you call her.

I’ll try to find some blood bags that could feed this little thing and in the mean time, Gray, go and try and pry as much information as you can from Ms. Arsenault about this kindred that just showed up.

Paging @sandymphna - we have a situation on our hands. This may be above my expertise, as I haven’t brought someone out of torpor before and uhhh…that seems to be what’s called for. The fellow here looks like a raisin, poor thing. A Ms. Clarette Arsenault brought her to us in a shipping crate. Apparently he was delivered to her door about an hour ago. She won’t tell me who he is - could hardly talk. She kept saying, “just do anything with her, just get rid of him, I don’t care.”

If you can take care of this torpor person, I’m gonna focus on stabilizing Ms. Arsenault. I’ve had to sedate her but she’ll be coming around soon.

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The lab coat stays on during sex.

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Yes, they are definitely for younger patients whom I do not handle due to my lack of expertice on the younger anatomy.

And as for your question, you can. Though I think it’s best if you talk to some of the nurses about that and not me as I have most of my time scheduled for operation.

Since it looks like I'll be in LA for a while, I thought I might offer an extra pair of hands at St. Dymphna Hospital for a spell. It's been lovely so far. Dr. Kelley runs a tight ship. Maybe...maybe a little fast-paced, I don't think I've seen her sit down once but hey, that's dedication.

Speaking of which, I saw practically a whole desk full of teddy bears - those must be for younger patients, right @sandymphna? That's so nice 🥰 Can I donate some?