#[ devilstaste ; thread 002 ]

[thedcvilherself]

she'd anticipated the story she'd overheard to be false, or perhaps merely hoped it to be so; that the man who'd torn choice and any sliver of normality from her life was living a humble existence. a life where he cared for and guided lost, parched souls. it wasn't that she was under any delusion that their paths would never cross again in the eternity that life he had chosen for them — only that he would be the same. gethin had long ago proven he wasn't someone interested in changing for the better, that he wasn't a man revered by the lips that spoke of him. though, how kind; that he had granted her a morsel of satisfaction in the expression that transformed his face when that front door had opened, a look that said she wasn't the only one that hadn't anticipated their little reunion. she's already begun traveling away from him by the time he speaks — and maybe that's a good thing. maybe it's for both of their best interests that he can't see the way her features twist with wry amusement at his hospitality. at this sudden, steady control that she'd never seen within him. "family?" and at times such as this, even dalia wishes she had better control, but she doesn't. was never taught. a girl already acidic before her life had been turned on it's head with no guidance on how to process the damage done. it's no surprise that a scoff escapes her lips as trails closer to the open flames, wondering what purpose they serve in a home full of undead beings. "no, no, you're right, gethin. it would be just awful of me, wouldn't it?" only then does she stop, casting those practically black orbs back in his direction. "disrupting your life."

open to: f. muse: gethin. vampire. o.scar i.saac fc. plot: based on this very long and rambling post of mine. connection: the first vampire he sired. they could have had a strictly platonic relationship, or they could have had a romantic one where he was toxic and manipulative, hence your muse's sense of anger and/or hurt. i am also open to them having had a connection when they were humans, so feel free to make it t.boo or anything else. do not like this starter.

after all that time, there she stood. no different to the day he turned her and the very same as the day she finally walked away from him. even though it had been near a century since they parted ways, it did not matter to gethin. all he knew was that every day since he had turned a new leaf and approached life anew, he thought of her often and fondly. never had a mistake haunted him more, not just because he so easily stole away her breath and only offered her thirst in exchange, but because her infant years of immortality had been unstable in his care. it was no wonder she had left, but it was a surprise she had returned. ❝ you're welcome to stay. ❞ the fireplace crackled as he stepped further into the main room of the manor, shutting the door behind him as a sign to the other residents that this conversation was private. dark eyes, warm and worried, fall upon the other, a pained smile tugging at his lips. ❝ there's a spare bedroom that you can have as long as you want, no questions asked. ❞ except one but it doesn't leave his mouth. ❝ all i request is that you don't bring any trouble to our door. my family — ❞ teeth grit as gethin quickly realised his mistake, sighing deeply before starting again, ❝ this community has worked hard to live a quiet and fruitful life here together. i don't want that disrupted. ❞