swornsisters-blog

[swornsisters-blog]

Im sorry I haven't been around. Things have been so stressful and so hectic. I am hoping they will calm down soon, i miss my girls.

[swornsisters-blog]

[swornsisters-blog]

[swornsisters-blog]

✿ — » Roman

As quickly as Roman had grabbed the girl, he let go and turned away, allowing her five steps distance between the two of them. It shouldn’t surprise Roman anymore that upirs and werewolves and witches exist, but he was still shocked every time he was faced with confirmation. 

Both of Roman’s hands moved through his hair with so much force he thought he might crack his own skull. Who would have thought a Sworn would be so strong. He barely remembered the days he’d regarded the twins as a joke. This girl was no joke. She’d grown into her own.

Is no one in this town NORMAL anymore?!

Part of Roman thought he might cry. He wasn’t going to, but part of him was ready for it. Alexa wanted to know what he was? Fine. Roman exhaled heavily, “Ah, let me show you something.”

Roman nodded his head to himself before he met Alexa’s eyes. He motioned toward the old mill, toward large wooden doors that would lead the two of them into almost entirely darkness. But Roman had kept a flashlight inside. He’d been coming here a lot more the past couple of months. 

“It’s this way.”

  she sighed. this little game of his was growing tiresome. and yet, for whatever unfathomable reason, she was intrigued. she wanted to know what he was going to show her, why he felt the need to drag her here in the first place. he moved away from her toward where ever it was this thing was he wanted to show her.

 she followed. 

   she was only steps behind him. arms tucked around herself. it wasn’t like it was a freezing night, but when the sun went down there was always a chill in the air in hemlock grove. like death moved in the wind, reminding any in it’s path they could be next. 

  “roman, how much longer am i going to have to follow after you.” couldn’t he just make this easier? stay with her, or tell her where he was off too. “your ridiculous legs are longer than mine you beanstalk, slow down.” her words grumbled, trying to keep up in her heels. 

[swornsisters-blog]

✿ — » Roman

          death hadn’t consumed him all that long but it felt like forever since he enjoyed the sensation of his fangs sinking into skin , the pop of his jaw elongated to latch to the entire side of his victim’s neck. in the moment all he thought about was the hunger then the escape , but everything backfired as quick as it had conspired. 

a sharp pain began to pierce through him causing him to jerk back with a growl of frustration & pain ,   ❝  fuck !  ❞   the curse hissed passed his blood stained lips just before she took hold of him , grunting as she used such force that gave him a clear sign of how inhuman she was. this little bitch had played him  ━  bound him , so she claims , into her own little puppet. his rebirth wasn’t meant for him , it was all hers. every breath he would now take wasn’t a gift given by generosity , but an inability to ever be free. 

                                  the death Peter had granted him had been a far better charity.

then it hit him just who she was ━ ‘ we survived ’. Christina was the vargulf that she had spoken of , the one that had left its mark on her body as ugly as his own. the memory still rang in his head like a flashing headline on the news ; the Sheriff’s daughters killed. the Sworn twins gruesomely attacked & torn apart like the other girls found nights after the full moon. Peter & himself had failed to track down the beast , though not entirely their fault that go - round. however , Roman had felt so much guilt for falling short at every turn that night. but the guilt was long gone now , replaced with a morbid thought of how Christina’s wolf would feel to know it hadn’t succeeded in tearing down these damn brats. maybe had it , he’d still be happily dead.

❝  ━  we killed her , you know. Christina. you’re fucking welcome ,  ❞   technically Shelley was the victor in that fight , but details. another embittered sound shook in his chest while licking his lips clean of her life essence ,  large emeralds peering up at her from where he had fallen back on his rear after she had released her hold. scoffing only when asked if he had any questions on the matter ,   ❝  yeah , one. which fuckin’ one of the slut twins are you? not that there’s much of a difference , if i remember correctly ,  ❞   the vulgar words were far from necessary , just one of Roman’s many ways to try & keep some sort of upper hand when he knew he was defeated. 

    “your sister killed her.” she said simply. “you forgot to take her head. left her screaming in the ground like an asshole.” her and alyssa had figured that one out, simple spell was all it took. his sharp words made her smile. if he thought he had any upper hand in this, he was seriously mistaken. “my sister would take offense to that, she’s always been a little more kind than i was.” and that fact never bothered her. she didn’t mind being more cruel, if it meant getting her or alyssa what they wanted. 

 “alexa.” she told him, offering her hand once more to him. this could all be mutually beneficial. she could keep his hunger, that drive and need to feed and devour everything, at bay. and he would keep her alive longer than she should be. she didn’t want to go back to the dark. the black empty nothingness haunted her dreams and if she could help it, she would never go back. 

  “now. are you going to keep being a pain, or accept that this is a good thing?” her head tilted. “you have no idea what i am capable of, and already you’ve decided you rather go back to the way i found you.” she didn’t have to be a witch to see that clear on his features. there was so much more that needed to be explained, so much more he didn’t know. 

  her blood was the key to his hunger. anything else could satisfy him sure, but hers would sustain him, keep him satiated longer. it would connect them, draw them closer. and while she wasn’t all too keen on being best pals with roman godfrey, it was a price she was willing to pay.  

[swornsisters-blog]

FAIRY TALE AESTHETICS: BROTHERS GRIMM VERSION

rules: bold what applies to your muse and repost

SNOW WHITE.

JADE TRINKET BOXES. TASTE OF IRON. FINGERTIPS ON A MIRROR. yellow and green with envy.  long handled hunting knives. sewing by the window.  combs laced with pearls and poison.  an apple white one side and red the other. white doves. FROSTED DOVES.

THE MAIDEN WITHOUT HANDS.

A BLUNT AXE. A RING OF CHALK. TEAR-STAINED CHEEKS. sweet pears. hands tied behind back. SHALLOW RIVERS. aching feet. walking for days. flowing gowns. liquid silver. wax seals. BLINDING LIGHTS.

THE THREE LITTLE GNOMES IN THE FOREST.

lukewarm bath water. sapphire butterflies. TINY MILK SNAKES. BASKETS OF STRAWBERRIES. fat toads. SPARKLING SNOW. fur cloaks. raw gemstones. kettles made of copper. RED WINE. a tiny cottage in the middle of nowhere.

BLUE BEARD.

A TINY KEY MADE OF GOLD. POOLS OF BLOOD. STAINS THAT WON’T RUB AWAY. galloping hooves. treasures from far away lands. dragged by the hair. dark and damp cellars. marble walls. SHIVERING WITH FEAR. SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS.

THE SIX SWANS.

sitting side-saddle. daughter of a witch. nettles. WHITE FEATHERS. REFUSING TO SMILE. needles and threads. A CASTLE IN THE FOREST. SOUND OF BEATING WINGS .birthmarks. climbing trees. balls of yarn. SILVER CROWNS.

LITTLE RED CAP.

wildflowers. rich-tasting cake. wicker baskets. the path rarely trod. SHARP TEETH. CURTAINS DRAWN. A DYING FIREPLACE. grey pelts. red velvet. handmade quilts. sunlight peeking through branches. OPENING CORKS WITH A SATISFYING POP. LOOKING SOMEONE DIRECTLY IN THE EYE.

TAGGED BY: @fkingupir TAGGING: YOU! 

[swornsisters-blog]

FAIRY TALE AESTHETICS: BROTHERS GRIMM VERSION

rules: bold what applies to your muse and repost

SNOW WHITE.

JADE TRINKET BOXES. TASTE OF IRON. FINGERTIPS ON A MIRROR. yellow and green with envy.  long handled hunting knives. sewing by the window.  combs laced with pearls and poison.  an apple white one side and red the other. white doves. FROSTED DOVES.

THE MAIDEN WITHOUT HANDS.

A BLUNT AXE. A RING OF CHALK. TEAR-STAINED CHEEKS. sweet pears. hands tied behind back. SHALLOW RIVERS. aching feet. walking for days. flowing gowns. liquid silver. wax seals. BLINDING LIGHTS.

THE THREE LITTLE GNOMES IN THE FOREST.

lukewarm bath water. sapphire butterflies. TINY MILK SNAKES. BASKETS OF STRAWBERRIES. fat toads. SPARKLING SNOW. fur cloaks. raw gemstones. kettles made of copper. RED WINE. a tiny cottage in the middle of nowhere.

BLUE BEARD.

A TINY KEY MADE OF GOLD. POOLS OF BLOOD. STAINS THAT WON’T RUB AWAY. galloping hooves. treasures from far away lands. dragged by the hair. dark and damp cellars. marble walls. SHIVERING WITH FEAR. SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS.

THE SIX SWANS.

sitting side-saddle. daughter of a witch. nettles. WHITE FEATHERS. REFUSING TO SMILE. needles and threads. A CASTLE IN THE FOREST. SOUND OF BEATING WINGS. birthmarks. climbing trees. balls of yarn. SILVER CROWNS.

LITTLE RED CAP.

wildflowers. rich-tasting cake. wicker baskets. the path rarely trod. SHARP TEETH. CURTAINS DRAWN. A DYING FIREPLACE. grey pelts. red velvet. handmade quilts. sunlight peeking through branches. OPENING CORKS WITH A SATISFYING POP. LOOKING SOMEONE DIRECTLY IN THE EYE.

TAGGED BY: @bloodrebirth TAGGING: YOU ! 

[swornsisters-blog]

@Kat_McNamara: Overall, it’s been a good week… ;) #SundayPunday

[swornsisters-blog]

Katherine McNamara photographed for Bello Mag (2018)

[swornsisters-blog]

Katherine McNamara for POPULAR (August 2017)

[swornsisters-blog]

[swornsisters-blog]

Katherine Mcnamara for RAW 2017

[swornsisters-blog]

dovecameron: ewww

[swornsisters-blog]

[swornsisters-blog]

                     steer by the compass of your soul

                                      indie multi fandom multi muse blog                                                   highly selective and private                                                          coloured by moo

[swornsisters-blog]

@bloodrebirth​

[swornsisters-blog]

❀ — » Peter

“That’s exactly why I’m asking questions.” He knows how TRICKY beings can be. Demons could be posing as goddesses or Gods and Gods or Goddesses could be giving her false promises. However, when he’s given the name Soteria, he knows that it’s alright. She’s the goddess of safety. “Fine, here.” He says, offering his hand to her.

    well finally. with a soft huff she moves closer. she takes his hand and grins. “it’ll only hurt a bit.” though, she’s sure he’s endured worse. no, she knows for fact he’s endured worse. she slices his hand and kisses his cheek, a thank you for his offering. one must always thank those that offer. from her pocket she pulls a small empty vial, holding it open by his hand. “about half way should do.” the bottle itself was about the size of a finger, so half filled would be nothing.