#elora-opulence

[fionnchristie]

for: @elora-opulence

location: outside fionn’s apartment, descray

He’d thought he was being so cute, so funny, begging her to come back in that way - and in Fionn’s mind it had been an emergency, he’d missed her so much, needed to see her. It was only now, as he opened the door ecstatically only to be faced with Elora’s concerned expression that it began to dawn on Fionn that it might not have been the correct way to behave after all.

For a moment, he even considered feigning a cough or a wheeze and acting like he’d been telling the truth, but Fionn had never been good at acting, and besides he smelled an awful lot like weed and cigarettes which he suspected would lead to a discussion regardless about his habits versus their effects on his health. Instead he was made to push through with the original idea, and to be fair that was easy as a smile had appeared on his face almost as soon as he saw her, widening across his cheeks - he was happy to see her, no matter the situation. “Hey.”

[cass-evans]

for: @elora-opulence

location: cass’ apartment, descray

It was easy to tidy up if you’d never decorated much to begin with, he had learned. Cass didn’t often have people round, though. Theo had been allowed in, once or twice. Ryden, when he’d let himself in to deal with an unwell Cass who had refused help that came in any way but forcibly. But for the most part, the boxy apartment remained scarce. Good enough for him, if not visitor appropriate. The bedroom was empty but for the closet that had came with the place; he slept on the beaten up sofa in the living room, blanket and pillow folded neatly on top of it rather than strewn around like they normally would be. The kitchen was barely touched - if he was being honest he rarely cooked anymore, was often too fucked or simply too tired to remember, but he’d had to bother today after offering. Typical of Cass, to make promises he then struggled to fulfil.

He could cook though, luckily, even if he often chose not to. He was nearly done stirring the sauce through the pasta - penne alla vodka, thankfully simple lest he go too adventurous and fuck it up the one time he had a guest - when he heard the knock on the door and made his way to the front door, leaning in the doorway as if to block the view of the inside of the apartment even though Elora would soon enough come in. “I didn’t think you’d actually come,” Cass admitted quietly, as he stepped back to allow her in.

[duderosiers]

@elora-opulence​

the night was bleeding into the early morning, darkness still blanketing opulence as jean-claude stumbled away from the centre of town in search of a familiar companion. blood had sweetened his wine this evening, and port, and whatever else the vampire could get his hands on, an culminating in him being absolutely hammered in an attempt to quell the voices that taunted him.

he had thought of hunter, a strong woman who’s life had been fraught with tragedy yet she had overcome it - only for jean-claude to rip out her throat like it was child’s play and then change her into a vampire, further isolating her from family and support network. he thought about that night not long ago in denver with sofia, how quickly he had torn off a mans hand with such ease, and then cleaned up the situation with equal violence. it was the siren’s gaze towards him, how she had changed how she looked at him that day, and j.c knew it would never be the same. 

he thought of that family in kensington. snapping the necks of babes with ease, setting alight to the family home and everyone else inside it. how despite his own protests, jean-claude was a monster, and had never felt closer to one than currently. that’s why he walked amongst apartments and blocks of flats that blurred into one, seeking out the one person who would never see him as such. who would reassure him that he wasn’t so bad, after all.

raising a fist, j.c hiccupped and banged on the closed door, the lights off inside.

“el!” he called. “elora. el - open up!”

[micah-weber]

AU - AN EXCHANGE OF HEARTS

featuring @elora-opulence as the One Who Got Away & @micah-weber as the Devoted Vampire

"Does he know you’re here?” Micah asked, a pointed indifference to his tone that he felt concealed his true feelings about Elora’s current beau. “He doesn’t like me,” a statement of fact that they both knew well, “Or are we going to be blessed with his presence later? I hope so,” voice rich with sarcasm. It was rare that Micah actively hated anyone but this man, he hated. He hated him because of everything he did to Elora, for every disappointment and every time that Elora came to him upset about something he did or said, for every tear he made her shed. It made his cold blood boil in his veins, his stagnant heart race with rage and it made his fangs descend and his mouth salivate while he wondered what he might taste like and if his blood would steam in the snow. 

[dollyyun]

𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 | chap 03

SYPNOSIS: wherein the princess, who is a clandestine assassin, has been commanded to eliminate the seven vampire princes.

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), reverse harem, contemporary fantasy, enemies to lovers, third pov, eventual previous past lives will be entailed.

WARNINGS: violence, blood, expletives, toxicity, suggestive themes.

WORD COUNT: 5k+

TAGLIST: @aishigrey @kgneptun @b3tt7boop @smg-valeria @lhspeachie @enhaverse713586 @strxwbloody @firstclassjaylee @jwnghyuns @luminouskalopsia @deobitifull @loumin908

🍒 MASTERLIST 🍒

The platforms of her leather boots are resonating throughout these massive, hollow hallways that seem opulent with a variety of ornaments and gold details that are placed sublimely on every wall, which she feels compelled to admire, impeding her from the current plight in which she had successfully rendered the two vampire princes incapacitated.

The tips of her fingers feel warm as they dimly ignite with the colour magenta, tinkering with the power coursing through her veins, which is derived from her magical bracelet. She has no idea how or why it happened, but the instant she felt the familiar surge of power traverse her body earlier, she didn't waste any time and acted swiftly.

Gripping the clutch of her dagger, Elora's steps hasten before eventually making a run despite having no knowledge of any way out of here. The palace looks smaller on the outside. She can only afford to rely on her intuition as she continues to run, noticing that the lights are getting dimmer and dimmer.

Following her intuitions, Elora makes a sharp right turn into a corner where there is nothing but an open-spaced balcony with the eerie howling of the winter breeze. Darkness shrouds her surroundings where she is standing, with the only source of light deriving from the moonlight above in the skies as it streams down on the balcony.

Her finger tips are tingling with her magic once more, nudging her that this is it. With her newfound vigour in both physical strength and magic, she knows that this is the perfect opportunity to flee their clutches. She takes one step, then another, until she stands near the balustrade.

Elora takes a glance down, and her heart nearly drops at how significant the height from the balcony to the snow-clad ground is. Nevertheless, she has her magic which she can use it to teleport herself anywhere she wants.

Elora flutters her eyelids close and focuses on the specific core that is intangible and can only be found with full concentration. Out of all the various types of magic, teleportation magic is not her strongest suit. Even her first arrival near the border of Mysthaven took her two days to regain consciousness before she ventured her way around the kingdom.

Elora found it, and as she gently grasp the core, her concentration shatters the moment a deep, husky voice speaks to her in a resounding tone, prompting her to snap her eyes open in anger and apprehension.

"Trying to escape, mermaidian?" 

Elora whirls around, her lilac hair flows behind her due to the breeze. Her face contorts into pure confusion, seeing nothing but darkness. But soon, a black mist of smoke gradually emanates from the peculiar darkness, and she can finally discern that it is not just a mere darkness.

Glowing, crimson eyes appear amidst the darkness, startling her before she finds herself taking a step back instinctively. The black mist of smoke doesn't seem to relent, as though they are creeping towards her in a threatening stance.

As Elora lifts her head up, the vampire prince finally reveals himself to her as he slowly moves out of the darkness. The discernible shadow behind him clings to him, growing with each passing second. The mist seems to stem from his figure alone, rendering her shocked at witnessing such peculiar magic he wields.

As the moonlight kisses his fairly pale complexion, Elora falters from her fierce stance, in awe of the beauty of the seventh prince. Divinely striking features with a few beauty marks here and there, and his plump pink lips look kissable. She takes notice of his incredible height—taller than she expected—and she has had to tilt her head up just a little to level the eye contact with him.

Elora snaps out of the trance as soon as her lower back hits the balustrade. He stops just a few feet away from her, but enough to intimidate her just slightly, especially when the shadow behind him is enlarged, resembling a mysterious shadow monster.

Without thinking twice, Elora swiftly climbs and is now standing on the balustrade, still facing him with fierce resolution in her eyes. "I'm leaving, and unless you want to end up like your two brothers, then I suggest you stay where you are."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The resonance with a tinge of huskiness in his voice sends a peculiar vibration through her, clearly, the seventh prince wields the same potency as the other princes, despite being the youngest.

Though the expression on his face doesn't give off anger, he doesn't look too friendly either, as his crimson eyes are never leaving her face. "It would be wise for you to cease your foolish schemes and surrender to us," He commands. "And get down or else you'll fall."

"Better I fall than surrender myself to you." Trusting her instinct and her magic, Elora allows herself to lean her weight back before she no longer finds herself standing on the balustrade.

The magenta mist surrounds her like a whirlpool, reducing gravity, but soon she sees the seventh prince dive into her. Alas, her magic malfunctions and dissipates into thin air before she finds herself falling at a rapid speed. Panic momentarily resides in her gaze as it expands in her chest, but the moment her eyes meet his, she is bewildered to see the determination and urgency, as though he wishes to save her.

Before she knows it, she is being engulfed by a strong pair of arms as well as the shadow that clings to them. With the power he wields, the shadow does its job while he holds her close to his chest. Amidst the inclement weather, she is basked by such warmth, encasing her whole being. She ignores the way her heart lightly flutters as he holds the back of her head and tucks her into the nook of his neck while his arms wrap around her body for security. Eventually, she accepts defeat, closing her eyes and burying her face into his chest as the speed doesn't seem to decelerate.

Elora awaits the painful impact, but nothing happens in the way she expected. Instead, her feet slowly touch the snow-clad ground while still in his oddly warm embrace. Neither of them moves, standing there while she still has her eyes closed.

Elora hears a 'whoosh' around her and a faint growl before she flutters her eyes open to see a tall, dark shadow-like monstrous creature looming over their figure. She has no idea why she feels fearful of the creature when she has faced even petrifying creatures in the past, but instinctively, she cowers herself away and hides into his chest once more.

"It's not going to hurt you." The seventh prince speaks above her with his chest rumbling due to how deep his voice is. "It's not allowing me to hurt you either."

The realisation finally hits her that she is hugging the prince tight before she abruptly retracts her arms as though he were lethal and shoves him away from her. Her eyes frantically search for her dagger, which is a few feet away from her. Just as she attempts to retrieve it, the prince uses his ability to destroy the crystal dagger into pieces with black smoke emanating from his fingertips, rendering it useless for her.

Panting harshly, her glaring eyes are fixed on the prince's divine face, who, in return, raises his eyebrow at her. "It appears your capacity to use magic is teetering." He states calmly. "Come. Let's get you inside."

"No." Elora stands firm to her ground despite feeling uncomfortable by the monstrous-shaped shadow looming from behind the prince as it stares at her. "I'm not surrendering myself, and I'm definitely not going to allow all of you to use me to get to my homeland."

In a blink of an eye, the prince has her shoved and pinned against the tall tree, while Elora gasps loudly at the painful impact. "My patience is running thin, and I suggest you listen well to me." He speaks in a venomous tone as he squeezes his hand around her neck in a threatening manner. "Or so help me, I'll─"

The prince doesn't have time to react, because the next thing he knows, his own shadow companion has pulled him away from her roughly while low, angry growls emit from it.

Elora's hand flies to her sore neck as she gasps, steadying her breathing pace before she glances up at the monstrous-shadow smoke looming over her figure. She pushes herself back against the tree and closes her eyes, expecting it to attack her, but instead, low, soft purrs emit from it. Just as she is about to flutter her eyes open, she feels something warm caressing her cold cheek, and she knows that it is coming from the monstrous shadow smoke.

The prince, on the other hand, is lying a few feet away from them since he had been thrown away from her. He watches them, incredulous by the fact that this is the first time seeing his own companion, which he created from his dark magic alone, defending the mere mermaidian from him despite it being an untameable.

The prince scoffs out in disbelief. "Bloody hell."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"So you're telling us that your own companion, who is capable of shrouding a whole land in total darkness and is untameable at that, protected her from you?" Sunoo reiterates the revelation, his voice echoing throughout the main chamber.

Heeseung's stern gaze remains on their youngest, who is pacing back and forth and appears to be distraught while the lines crease on his face. "Riki." The tone of the eldest brother prompts the youngest to finally snap out of it.

Riki heaves a sigh with his fingers running through his hair in a frustrated manner. "Don't ask me how and why it protected her from me because I don't have the answer. Just know that it doesn't perceive her as a threat."

After Riki escorted a reluctant Elora back to her quarter, which the princes had agreed would be a temporary quarter until further notice, he immediately summoned his brothers for a meeting in the main chamber. Sunghoon couldn't make it as he had to attend to Jake and Jay, who apparently were healing rather slowly. So that left Sunoo, Jungwon, and Heeseung.

"But she is a threat." Sunoo counters firmly. "Maybe your companion is finally losing it or broken."

Riki ignores Sunoo's remark as something bothers him. "This is so weird. Not only did it protect her, but it feels familiar to her. It's as if it has known her since forever."

"Whatever it is, then maybe she is not a full threat." Heeseung concludes after staying silent and pondering what the youngest had told them. "Regardless, she is our enemy, so our goal still remains."

"Why is she our enemy, exactly?" Sunoo asks, his eyebrow arched. "I mean, I get that she tried to kill Jay and Jake, but it doesn't explain what or why she's our enemy. She didn't even give us an exact answer except the fact that if we do kill her, there will be calamity upon our kingdom."

"Or maybe the mermaidians have finally decided that it is time for retribution." Riki ponders his thoughts out loud. "Perhaps the old tale about our ancestors capturing merfolk and making them their slaves and their food source turned out to be true after all."

"We can't make any assumptions, Riki." Heeseung heaves a sigh, his fingers skimming through his locks. "If we want a clear answer, we must get the answer from the mermaidian herself."

Riki snorts out a sardonic chuckle. "Good luck with that. She wouldn't even utter a word when I escorted her to her quarters."

"She deserves to be thrown into the dungeon instead of having a temporary quarter." Sunoo rolls his eyes; his distaste for the aforementioned is palpable. "Jungwon, what do you think?"

The three of them instantly turn their heads to stare at their second-youngest, who had been silent since the moment he entered the main chamber. As always, his eyes bear indecipherable emotions while his face remains impassive.

Jungwon simply raises his eyebrow, remaining unmoving from his sitting position. "What do you mean by what I think?"

"We need to hear your opinion on the mermaidian. Do you agree that she should be thrown in the dungeon instead of being comfortable in the temporary quarter after all the troubles she has caused?" Sunoo's tone sounds rather impatient, but Jungwon remains indifferent.

There is a brief silence as they await Jungwon's response, but the vampire decides to change the topic. "Let's embark on our journey to Mermaidia in three days. I'll bring Riki and Sunghoon with me to apprise the imperial court regarding our expedition while the rest of you supervise Elora." Jungwon's voice is firm and assertive, leaving no room for objection.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Instead of staying in her room, Elora decides to explore the palace. For someone who is being held captive as their detainee, she has been granted the liberty to wander around─according to Riki, who had returned to check on her earlier─as long as she doesn't escape again. Even if she does try to escape, she is unable to since there is an invisible yet impenetrable barrier outside of the palace that prevents her from doing so.

Although this is a form of semblance of freedom, it is enough for her. Elora removes her hand from the invisible barrier from the window while heaving a sigh before she continues to wander down the hallway.

It is peculiar to Elora because, despite how massive the palace is, there are no signs of servants or anyone, really, other than the princes. The princes, on the other hand, have dispersed elsewhere, but Elora can sense some of their presence in the palace. Her thirst to achieve her goal and eliminate the princes is still palpable, but with her magic flailing from time-to-time, she doesn't feel confident that she will be successful in her mission.

Moreover, Elora can't afford to disappoint the imperial court, specifically the high court of Mermaidia. She shudders as she recalls the ultimatum given by the high court of Mermaidia. If she fails her mission, there will be consequences.

Just then, her stomach grumbles, alerting her that she hasn't consumed anything since she had been detained. Her hand slithers over her stomach, holding it in an attempt to cease its grumbling while she continues to walk, hoping to find her way around to the kitchen.

After a few minutes or so, Elora now finds herself pushing open the fairly massive door and peeking her head inside, presuming that this is the dining hall, as there is a large yet extensive dining table that is marbled-built with the surface burnished. Her eyes glister with hunger upon seeing a variety of pome fruits on a fairly large silver platter.

Elora looks behind her over her shoulder to check if there are any princes creeping up on her. When the coast is clear, she invites herself to enter the dining hall before carefully closing the door. She makes a bee line for the silver platter and keenly grabs a lustrous red, juicy apple. She settles herself on one of the seats before proceeding to take a huge bite of the apple.

Perhaps it could be because she hadn't eaten anything for the past two or three days, but the apple tastes absolutely delectable, nearly eliciting a moan from her before she takes another bite. Though it isn't a full meal, the apple is enough to satisfy her hunger. In just a few more bites, she has finished the apple.

Just as she is about to reach for a green pear, she senses an uninvited presence in the dining hall, prompting her to lift her gaze to scrutinise her surroundings, but she sees nothing.

"Looking for me, mermaidian?"

Elora looks ahead of her at where there is a window sill, where his voice is coming from. Alas, the prince reveals himself to her by using his magic. Despite the smile on his lips, his cold, sharp gaze penetrates into hers while he remains seated by the window sill. He had been there all the time, hiding in plain sight by using his magic to make himself invisible.

"I see you've helped yourself by eating the fruits I've prepared for you." The tone of his voice doesn't match with the menacing aura he exudes. "Oh, don't look guilty about it. As I said, they're for you."

A muscle pulses in her jaw. "I'm not guilty." To prove it to him, she grabs the green pear and takes an aggressive bite while maintaining eye contact with him. "If you want my gratitude, forget it. Providing me fruits is the bare minimum you ever did since you and your brothers decided to keep me captive here."

"You are most welcome." Sarcasm drips into his tone before silence befalls them. Elora grasps the chance to examine his appearance. Despite his arrogant and malevolent disposition, she can't deny that he, too, has a divine yet distinctive beauty with his fox-like eyes, sharp angular nose, and plump pink lips. But her eyes go wide momentarily upon seeing his ears with gentle slopes pointing upward sharply.

Elora has seen those ears before, but how is it possible that the third-youngest vampire prince has such ears, in which only a certain race is born with unique ear shapes?

"Your ears." She accidentally ponders her thoughts out loud, still staring at his ears, before she finally diverts her gaze into his. Her face contorts into confusion. "But I thought you're a vampire?"

An inexplicable emotion flickers in his gaze while his face remains apathetic. "I am."

"Then why do you have ears like the Fae folks?" Elora presses further, which annoys the prince visibly.

"Not only are you demanding, but you're annoyingly nosy as well." Sunoo mutters under his breath as he rolls his eyes.

"Since I'm stuck in this place, you might as well indulge me with my questions." Elora bats her eyelashes at him in an innocent manner, noticing how his crimson eyes darken. "Pray tell, are you a Fae or a vampire?"

"What if I tell you that I'm both?" Sunoo crosses his arms over his chest, the muscles beneath the thin material of his blouse flexing as she looks at the movement briefly before focusing on the shocking revelation at hand.

Elora scoffs out in disbelief as she leans her back against the chair. "You're kidding."

"Do I look like I'm smiling or laughing?"

"There is no way you're a hybrid." She shakes her head, lacking the ability to grasp the revelation. "It's impossible. Hybrids don't exist."

"And yet, I'm the living proof." Sunoo rises from his seat and slides his hands into his pockets as he stalks towards her with a calculating gaze. "I thought you knew what we were."

"We?" She frowns.

"We, as in, my brothers and I." Sunoo reiterates, his face remains eerily calm and collected.

Elora blinks her eyes. "So are they Faes like you as well?"

"No, but if you want to know, you can ask them yourself." Sunoo shrugs his shoulders, and due to the sudden close proximity between them as he stands close to where she is sitting, her breath hitches in her throat. "Anything else?"

Elora desires to know about them, as it appears that she hasn't done her research on the princes thoroughly. She hates to admit it, but she finds it interesting how Sunoo is not only a vampire but a Fae as well. It makes her ponder what type of hybrid the rest of his brothers are.

"You seem to have a lot on your mind, don't you?" Sunoo's sly tone pulls her away from her thoughts as she looks up at him. "Come on. I'll happily indulge you with your questions."

"How is it possible that you're─" She pauses, finding her breaths going uneven with the intoxicating scent emanating from him as he is now standing closely next to her, looming over her figure. It must be that he is using his magic.

"That I'm a Fae as well?" Sunoo's chuckles sound lethally soft, sending shivers down her spine. "Truthfully, we have no idea how or why it happened, but we were born this way─ a bunch of hybrids with an uncontrollable thirst for blood and power."

Elora flinches just as his fingers caress her cheek, but as she attempts to back away from him, he roughly grabs her by the jaw, forcing her eyes to meet his crimson, hypnotising ones. She feels something breaching into the walls that she built to protect her vulnerable mind, and she knows that he is using his magical abilities on her.

"Do you know that Faes are just as seductive as the vampire species?" He asks rhetorically while his smirk deepens as he leans into her face. "Don't bother fighting me, darling. Surrender yourself to me."

Alas, the walls she built to protect herself crumbled, allowing his magic to touch her vulnerability. It feels as though every corner of her mind is intoxicated, with no ability to think rationally. She flutters her eyes, blinking them slowly, before looking into his hypnotic eyes as they lure her in.

"Stand up." Sunoo commands softly, and her body heeds his command while her mind is occupied by him and him only.

"Sunoo." She mumbles his name, as she is in a complete trance. All she knows is that her mind and body yearn for him, needing him. "Sunoo." His name is uttered in an oddly seductive lull, sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

In a blink of an eye, Sunoo has her in his possession, hoisting her with his hands on her waist and placing her on top of the table. He settles in between her parted legs with his fingers gripping her chin to tilt her head up. His lips curl into a smirk upon seeing the trance he imposed on her.

"Will you allow me to have a bite of you?" He asks, and naturally, she nods her head. He pulls the tunic blouse off her clothed shoulder just enough to expose her collarbone. Holding her firmly by the nape, his fangs elongate while the thirst for blood intensifies within him before finally sinking his razor-sharp fangs into her jugular.

As he greedily drinks her blood, her neck is experiencing excruciating pain, but her body remains motionless in his possession. But something happens. The intoxication that clouds her mind is slowly dissipating, her eyelids fluttering every now and then as they blink. It is as if his strong magic that she thought she would not be able to break free from is finally withering.

Something hits her hard, eliciting a gasp from her before she blinks her eyes once more. She has finally broken free from the trance. The pain in her neck catches her attention, as does the way he is moaning lowly as he drinks more of her blood.

Elora grits her teeth as she withstands the excruciating pain while her hand attempts to reach out a bread knife behind her on the table. She clutches the handle and brings it closer to her. She raises the knife in her grasp, aiming at where his neck is. Just as she brings it down, an impenetrable force prevents her from doing so as her hand freezes mid-air.

She feels him receding from her neck, wincing at how his fangs are abruptly pulled away from her neck, which is now bleeding with its blood trickling down her skin. His soft, lethal chuckles send shivers down her spine.

"You're so predictable." Sunoo chuckles while she is now able to get a good look of his face. His lips are smeared with her blood as he grins deviously, while his crimson eyes get darker and darker with each passing second. In fact, he looks twice as wicked than he usually does. It's like he's a different person.

With her hand still raised mid-air, he grabs the knife from her grasp with ease. He hums, inspecting the knife in his hand, while her heart pounds harder against her chest, uncertain of his next move.

"I see that you were about to stab me with this pathetic bread knife." His voice sounds darker, meaner, and so sinister, as does the discernible aura he exudes. "But don't you know that a hybrid heals faster than an average vampire?" He sneers, now glaring into her eyes. "I wonder, does a mere mermaidian like you heal as fast as we do?"

In a blink of an eye, he impales the knife into her hand on the table, eliciting a painful scream from her. Her hand trembles, unable to move, as the knife remains impaled into her hand with blood oozing while her whole body is paralysed. Tears prick in her eyes as she sees nothing but pure enjoyment and evil in his eyes.

"Scream for me once more, and I'll remove the knife." Sunoo commands sinisterly, but the female remains silent. "I said fucking scream."

Peculiarly, Elora feels a rush of adrenaline, as does regaining strength, before she uses her strength to push him away from her. Swiftly, she grabs the knife handle and removes it from her hand, moaning painfully as she does so, but she wastes no time in getting off the table and making an escape towards the door.

But a magnetic force sends her body flinging away and hitting against the wall with a loud thud before she falls to the ground. She winces, feeling her head throbbing and her body hurting from the impact. Frantically, she grabs the bread knife beside her just as Sunoo charges towards her.

Using whatever strength she has left, she uses it to defend herself against Sunoo. Eventually, Sunoo has her pinned to the floor, but Elora wastes no time in plunging the knife into his shoulder. Sunoo, however, simply smirks, as though the knife has no effect on him despite the blood oozing from his shoulder.

"I told you, darling," Sunoo says calmly, with one hand pinning both her wrists on top of her head while the other slowly removes the knife as it is stained with his blood. "that a mere bread knife can't do much to hurt a hybrid like me."

A searing pain spikes through her body as he has impaled the knife into her stomach, her mouth going slacken while her face contorts into pain, but she doesn't scream. Instead, she still feels determined to make it out alive. So, she uses her knee to knock him hard in the private part, eliciting a painful groan from him as he is forced to roll over to the floor.

Elora grasps the opportunity to make a run for the door. Even as she has left the dining hall, she continues to run and run, despite the amount of blood she is losing from her wounded, bloodied hand and stomach.

"Elora!" She hears Sunoo growling out for her name, sending her goosebumps with the pure wrath he exudes. Just as she turns around the corner, she is being flung away by Sunoo's magic once more, but this time, the commotion seems to have reached the ears of others.

"What is going on─" Riki ceases his question while Heeseung, Jungwon, and Sunghoon arrive at the scene at the same time. They are genuinely appalled by the sight of Sunoo hovering on top of an injured, pale-looking Elora with his hands around her neck and long nails digging into her skin.

"Sunoo!" Riki is the first one to use his vamp speed to get to them and his strength to get Sunoo away from Elora, but Riki knows that he needs his other brothers to help him.

Sunghoon decides to step in, assisting Riki. "Bloody hell, Sunoo! Snap out of it!" Sunghoon barks, clenching his jaw. It isn't that he's worried about Elora, but rather that he's worried about Sunoo, as he knows that Sunoo is not himself.

Finally, Sunghoon and Riki manage to get Sunoo away from Elora while the female gasps for air as she frantically backs away from the maniac prince. As she stands with trembling legs, she is in pure shock to see Sunoo still in his rage, his pointed ears are still prominent, while his crimson eyes are close to being obsidian.

Alas, the fighting and the amount of blood loss are affecting her quicker than she likes, causing her body to sway as she is about to lose consciousness. A pair of strong arms hold her from behind as she leans her back against his solid chest. A pained moan and whimper leave her lips while her heavy eyelids threaten to close.

"Fucking snap out of it!" Sunghoon grits his teeth as he holds Sunoo's shoulders with Riki's support. "You have to control it!"

"She's losing a lot of blood, fast." Jungwon comments to Heeseung, who is holding her against him. "And she's not healing either. She needs our blood." Jungwon then turns to look at the rest of his brothers. "Get Sunoo to drink that special potion."

On the other hand, Heeseung carries the half-conscious female in a bridal style before using his vamp speed to get to her room.

Elora breaks into a cold sweat while heavy pants leave her lips by the time Heeseung reaches her room and has her cradled in his arms. "It hurts." She whimpers, her wounded hand held close to her chest, allowing herself to be completely vulnerable in front of her enemy.

"Why are you not healing?" Regardless of his question, Heeseung tugs down the sleeve of his blouse before biting down his wrist with his fangs. "Here, drink." Heeseung quickly places his bleeding wrist onto her parted lips, forcing her to drink his blood even though she refuses.

The metallic taste of his blood trickling down her throat tastes awful at first, but soon she finds herself drinking down his blood with pleasure as she closes her eyes.

"That's it." Heeseung whispers, watching as she holds his wrist while drinking greedily. She's his enemy, and yet the sight of her drinking his blood is erotic. "Good girl."

He can hear a faint moan from her and allow her to drink some more before she pulls away with a gasp. Her lips are smeared with his blood, compelling him to wipe away the excess of his blood from her lips with his thumb.

"Heeseung." She utters his name languidly as she slowly falls weak in his arms, which are holding her securely.

"Yeah?" The instant he responds, he is taken aback to see a teardrop sliding down her cheek as she stares at him with an indecipherable sentiment.

"H-Heli." Her voice is barely above a whisper, yet he catches on to the way she utters the peculiar name with such longing and sadness. The next thing he knows, her eyelids flutter close while her body goes limp in his arms.

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[gthiah-if]

Who do you think your ROs would get along with from other IFs? Thanks!!

This is hard because I feel like I haven't played enough ifs to answer properly aaaa Thanks for the ask nonny <3

Moonlander : Glitch from Mind Blind. Nerding out about your special interests is something they both value and could talk about for hours. The stories aren't in the same era but even then, they're both into tech so I think they'd understand each other. Also, Glitch's friendly attitude would make Moonlander more at ease and let out their teasing, mischievous side. Also Charlie from Body Count. Again, Moonlander's interests are super important to them and I could definitely see the two getting into very specific arguments about sci-fi movies and make fun of each other's opinions.

Ace : Nikolas / Noele / Nolan from When Twilight Strikes. I think they both tend to be underestimated and yet they're both so amazing and have so much kindness and consideration to offer. They'd both be really good at making sure the other's included and appreciated since they're both good at noticing the stuff they do for others that people take for granted. Also, Alex from Mirror Mine, I don't know that much about them yet but from I saw in the last chapter, I feel like they'd make good friends, as they're a little similar in personality but Alex is more confident, I think it'd help Ace with their own self-esteem.

Gumdrop : Elora from Crown of Exile. I feel like they'd get along so well and be on the same wavelength a lot of the time. They'd get things done but also feel comfortable letting their hair down and just have fun together since they both have to put on a front and act more serious and put together than they'd like to sometimes. Also, Natasha from OFNA. I mean come onnn. They'd be such a power duo, always putting people in their place but understanding each other's difficulty with being honest with their emotions and stuff. Especially when they both have to "look like the bad guy" when they're both doing what needs to be done to keep themselves and others safe, even if it makes them misunderstood.

Iris : omg Azalea from Speaker. I think they could have such a sweet friendship where they're always mindful and considerate of each other's boundaries and the way they appreciate their alone time and being around nature. It'd be a comfortable kind of friendship where you can both help each other be more confident and where being with someone similar to you makes you more brave. Mestrn / Mestra from Softly, Opulent. They seem like they have a caring protective side that would put Iris at ease. They tend to worry a lot and are pretty nervous about new things, people or situations and having someone so reliable would help them come out of their shell.

Killjoy : this one's easy, Simon / Simone from OFNA (which is an if I think about everyday). They'd be two little chaos goblins who both don't like being told what to do and hate the institutions and cults and such; I think they'd have fun but would be a menace to everyone else. Nikke from The Exile. Again, a nightmare for everyone else but they would definitely have fun stealing stuff, breaking things and instigating fights.

[nicholasbaudelaire]

Greens, glorious green!

Starter @cass-evans

Where: Nicky's apartment, Descray

When: Any time you like

Having been home for a couple of days, Nick had pretty much smoked his way through the weed he had left, hidden in his safe. His housekeeper's niece had rented his place from him while he had been away, and after strict warning from said housekeeper, Nick had made sure to hide or throw out anything that she might have described as "naughty". His secret stash was not going to last him much longer though, and as such Nick had had to get a number for a new dealer. Usually, the wolf would have purchased off Elora, but since he hadn't managed to see her just yet, he felt rude having her come over to his apartment to drop off. Sure, it might have been a good excuse to get together sooner, but Nick wasn't sure where Elora's head was at, and therefore didn't want to rock the boat if she was trying to stay clean.

The new person Nick did not already saved in his phone, but assumed he would probably know the guy. Opulence was after all, a very small town and it was hard not to at least recognise every face in it. Besides, if the new guy wasn't someone Nick knew, he supposed it didn't matter so long as his business was good - which apparently it was. In a bid to be polite, Nick found himself using up the last of his stash, rolling a couple of blunts for himself and the new guy. He couldn't help it, he enjoyed hosting and besides, a good relationship with a dealer is always useful.

A year ago he would have made sure he had junk food in, but with the new diet and exercise regiment he was on in a desperate but ultimately pointless bid to maintain some of his supernatural physique, all Nick had in was fruit, veg and various legumes and nuts. Still, he threw some roasted chickpeas in a bowl, and began putting together various little tapas bowls of raw vegan appetisers. The large kitchen counter was therefore absolutely covered in various foods, as well as a beautifully carved wooden box filled with weed paraphernalia.

The chore kept Nick busy, something he needed to be right now. The bare apartment was already uncharacteristically tidy and clean as he had spent several hours re-cleaning and re-organising. He had not had too much in the way of reminders of his ex when he returned home, given most of his possessions had been in storage for the last year. Eventually however, Nick had had to deal with the cumulation of their belongings, a painful process that had left his apartment stripped of most of the things that made it feel lived in, or at least like Nick lived there. By design, the loft apartment was made of steal and dark oak woods and possessed a kind of rustic, masculine quality. Nick had initially wanted the renovated space to feel like a bachelor pad, but a homey one. It had changed with the new girlfriend, and now changed back again. The comic books and gaming consoles were now the last few things that gave the place any speck of Nick's character. Now, whenever he was at home alone, Nick found himself prepping food, working out and smoking.

The wolf tossed some of the unkempt dark curls from his face as he squeezed lemon juice over a salad of raw zucchini, quinoa and parsley. Lemon juice squirted over Nick's white shirt, but he wasn't phased. He enjoyed the mess of cooking with fresh ingredients, honestly Nick enjoyed any mess, which was no doubt why he felt so awkward in his own home in its current show room type state. Delving thick, long fingers into the flesh of the fruit, another burst of sour lemon drenched the greens below it and filled the kitchen area with a citrusy, fresh smell. A devilish smirk spreak accross Nick's face, interrupted only by the sound of his doorbell buzzing.

[wolfontheloose]

[TXT]: ey kiddo u ok? [TXT]: got home safe ast night? [TXT]: btw i put u in for vacation days at the den [TXT]: u just let me know when u ready to come back

@elora-opulence

[raffyperez]

the woods were often a lonely place for anyone but wolves - the creatures could smell one another for a mile off, perfect for avoiding those that appeared antagonistic or confronting newcomers. even though the local pack had stopped patrolling, rafael still found himself occasionally wandering around the perimeter on nights, enjoying a night-time jog before returning home or going back to the cage to conduct business. no light could penetrate the thick trees, the only thing that differentiated the nights sky from the earth the pin-pricks of stars above, though wolf eyes didn’t need such a thing to see. after losing his temper lately, feeling his grip slipping, rafael thought a shift might be good for him.

those huge paws with claws too big to be remotely normal easily clumped up dirt and leaves as he ran, always aware of his surroundings yet, there seemed to be very little other around him. there was not a full moon, so many other werewolves weren’t forced to shift, leaving the area relatively quiet. rafael was glad, unsure how he would react for he had become quite volatile. ghosts of his past had begun to appear along with others he saw...what the man had realised, is that there were no ghosts while like this.

something moved, not so far from him them, the similar rhythm of paws against the ground familiar and a scent that he knew well. the large salt-and-pepper beast began to slow down to a trot, nose delicately sniffing the air as a much smaller wolf came into view. drool that pooled so easily in his over-sized jaws dropped down onto the floor as he somewhat attempted to bow his head in greeting to elora.

@elora-opulence

[celinecerberusarchive]

Check In || Elora&Celine

       Elora had informed her that she would be staying with Jean Claude through whatever was going on with her. It was a homebase that seemed unwise to Celine since the man did not exactly project an aura of responsibility, and yet she had decided it was an overstep to try and remove Elora and take her to somewhere that she deemed easier to handle coming down from everything. In the end she was not Elora’s mother. Still, it had been a while and Celine knew she couldn’t keep her distance any longer.

        Heavy platform heels carrying her to the door of JC’s apartment Celine tugged on the elastic that was the waist of her skirt, making sure it sat around her waist. Mostly Celine just hoped JC wasn’t hope and that she would get a chance to check on Elora in private, especially as she was part of the pack now, at least from what she had heard. Tiny little Jagger had been deleting a lot of her pack messages so his mother would stay around his father whenever possible - Celine still deciding if she was mad at him for this or not.

           Not able to tell from the outside who was in Celine gave a firm knock onto the wood and waited.

@elora-opulence​

[findopulenceedits]

opulence as tarot cards... 𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔞 is 𝔧𝔲𝔡𝔤𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱

the traditional judgement meaning focuses on the moment when we reflect and evaluate ourselves and our actions. it is through self-reflection that we can have a clearer and objective understanding about where we are now, and what we need to do in order to grow as humans. the judgement card appearing in a reading signifies that you are coming close to this significant point in your life where you must start to evaluate yourself. 

@elora-opulence { source }

[fionnchristie]

@elora-opulence

Maybe it had been a joke, their suggestion that they run to each other, meet in the middle. But if it had been, then it was a joke Fionn had misunderstood, because he had sprinted to get to her, caught up in the sheer excitement of finding her, like a child or a teenager experiencing feelings for the first time and overwhelmed with them. It was a naivety Fionn had had underlying his personality before, but now it seemed she brought it out more and more each time he saw her, and it brought him unbridled joy, enough to make him want to do anything to see her again.

And so when he finally made it to her, he was out of breath, but the grin on his face was clear even if he couldn't yet vocalise his happiness and he pulled her to him, messy kiss landing right on her lips as Fionn span her around, laughing breathlessly, "I missed you."



[cass-evans]

for: @elora-opulence

location: the den

Maybe she'd noticed his lack of presence at the Den over the past month, or maybe not - either way, Cass wasn't particularly inclined to providing an explanation for his absence, although the sheepish smile on his face when Elora turned to face him and the quick eyebrow raise he offered indicated that he might be capable of experiencing at least some measure of guilt regarding his going off radar. "Is it gonna be a total dick move if I ask for a welcome back free drink?"

[duderosiers]

he's cleaned up a little, albeit the place still looks cluttered despite the furniture being moved back into its original place - though, that may be to do with the easel that stands in the corner of his living room, canvas covered by a cloth that disguises the image underneath. next to it sits a stool in which jean-claude has spent hours perched upon, bent at an odd angle, painstainkly mixing the right colours upon his palette which lies atop the seat. there is even a tall, thin-legged table which contains multiple jars of clouded water, brushes stuck haphazardly in as if the vampire only stopped his passion project moments ago...

which, he did. all because elora wanted to come over and gush about her new boy, fionn. and he wanted to - well. well. not gush, no, he was far too old to be getting excited and filled with butterflies at the prospect of another man but. but but but. here he was, painting him. matthew baudelaire. fuck!

a knock at the door, it must be elora - he quickly moves to open, dragging the young woman inside his home as he so often does, not waiting for an introduction or allowing her comment on his ghoulish appearance.

"sit down. there's a fanta on the side table for you. we have much to discuss,"

@elora-opulence

[micah-weber]

New Message (!) Contact: @elora-opulence

[TEXT] Hey, just wanted to say thanks for sticking around and checking on me at the gala.  [TEXT] I’m sorry if it took away from your night.  [TEXT] Did you have a good time?

[elora-opulence]

Opulence Recreation | Elora’s Playlist