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@mikaelsexuality 
            
            (( I'm always up to do tvd with you mads, but please take your time with everything <3

I'm super low on writing like i said and may be slightly shorter and on/off at times with everything as discussed but im always up for tvd if you want to do anything and don't mind anything with what i said above

@beautifulkisses princessbabykins 

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            Dick’s immediate reaction was suspicion. Which, admittedly, was rich coming from a guy bleeding into his own sleeve in the middle of an alley. Still. When she bit into her wrist, his eyebrows shot upward.
            
            “…Okay, that’s new” the joke came automatically, even as every instinct he possessed screamed that this was a terrible idea. He pushed himself off the wall, only for his knee to threaten mutiny. The resulting stumble wasn’t exactly dignified.
            
            “Great. Awesome. Love that for me” his hand found the brick beside him again. Then she spoke.
            
            You’re going to have to trust me.
            
            Dick looked from the blood running down her wrist to her face. Then back again. Normally, trusting strangers offering mysterious blood would rank somewhere between “absolutely not” and “Bruce would kill me” unfortunately, the edges of his vision were starting to blur. Which meant he was rapidly running out of better options.
            
            “…You know,” he managed, voice weaker than he would’ve liked, “most people offer a bandage first” the smile he attempted was crooked at best. For a moment, he studied her eyes. Not the blood. Not the fangs. Her eyes. Looking for a reason to believe this wasn’t going to end with him waking up in a bathtub missing a kidney. Then he laughed softly despite himself.
            
            “Either I’m having a very strange blood-loss hallucination…” His breathing hitched slightly. “Or this is officially the weirdest Tuesday I’ve had all month” then, against every lecture Bruce had ever given him, Dick nodded once.
            
            “Alright” trust. Stupid, reckless, instinctive trust. It had gotten him into trouble before. It had also saved his life more than once “If this turns me into a vampire, I’m gonna be really annoying about it.”
            
            Even now, even bleeding, he couldn’t help the joke. But when his gaze lifted to hers again, there was something genuine beneath the humor. Something vulnerable “I’m trusting you, okay?” he said quietly. “So whatever happens next… please tell me it helps.”

@MidnightTrapeze- 
            
            The man who had stumbled into the alleyway caught Athelia's attention almost immediately as her gaze snapped towards the scent of blood. Her eyes widened in response at the sight of the man
            
            "There's not many I know who would go to the hospital to begin with." She finds herself saying. Human, this was a human and he was losing a lot of blood. And fast
            
            What he was doing she didn't know, but that didn't stop her from going up to the man. She hissed underneath her breath, a split decision could potentially save this man...
            
            Ah, screw it. 
            
            She bite into her wrist hard enough to draw blood with her fangs. "You're going to have to trust me." She says in response looking up into his eyes. And then she fed her blood. This was going to be hard to explain 

@tatianacullen 
            
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@beautifulkisses i do!! _heart_attack_kat

@tatianacullen 
            
            (( YESSS do you have a discord I could add? We can discuss there!!

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            Evelyn listened quietly as Athelia spoke, her expression softening almost imperceptibly at the mention of an old lover. There was a particular kind of grief in immortals — not loud, not fresh, but settled deep into the bones until it became part of how they carried themselves. She recognised it instantly.
            
            Perhaps because she carried the same thing. Her pencil finally stilled against the page as Athelia stepped closer, though Evelyn made no move to stand. Instead, she rested one arm loosely over her bent knee, looking up at the other woman with calm curiosity.
            
            “A lover,” she repeated gently, almost fondly. “That explains the sadness in this place” not cruel. Not intrusive. Merely observant. The wind shifted between them then, carrying the unmistakable truth of what Athelia was. Ancient. Controlled. Older than most vampires Evelyn had encountered in decades.
            
            And yet… strangely approachable. Evelyn glanced briefly toward the river again at the question, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
            
            “The scenery is part of it,” she admitted. “But mostly I think I came because the river remembers things people don’t” her fingers tapped lightly against the edge of the sketchbook “places like this keep echoes. Old conversations. Old versions of ourselves.” A quiet laugh escaped her. “That probably sounds absurd.”
            
            Then Athelia offered her name. Evelyn repeated it softly in her mind once before answering, like she was testing the shape of it “Athelia,” she mused warmly. “That sounds like the name of someone out of mythology.”
            
            Only then did she finally rise to her feet, brushing charcoal dust absentmindedly from her fingertips before offering a small, genuine smile “Evelyn,” she said. “Though most people shorten it to Eve eventually.”

@BleedingCanvas- 
            
            It didn't seem like she tried to hide that she was something else entirely. Athelia's head tilts to the side as she decides to walk over to the woman before her. She had an old soul, but Athelia's was much older
            
            More calmer. She didn't have any sort of lashing out since she didn't need to. A smile was brought to her face hearing the sound of her laughter. 
            
            "Quiet places help me think." She began, looking at the river behind them. Something so forlorn, quiet, aching flashes in her expression before it was gone entirely. Her eyes shift back towards the woman next to her. 
            
            "I used to come here with a lover a long time ago." Why she was admitting this was not something she knew, but Athelia felt calm around the woman. Like they had been old friends. "I would come here when I want to reminisce old memories. I didn't think anyone else would be here."
            
            She finds herself chuckling to herself, "And what of you? Have you come here for the scenery?" She questioned before straightening her posture out of embarrassment 
            
            "I never told you my name! I am Athelia, and yours?"

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            Evelyn’s smile softened slightly at the question, though her pencil continued moving across the paper in slow, deliberate strokes. The river behind Athelia caught the fading light perfectly — silver along the edges, gold where the current shifted. Beautiful. Familiar.
            
            Dangerous, too. She noticed the stillness in the other woman almost immediately. Humans fidgeted. Breathed louder in the cold. Shifted their weight without realising it. Vampires stood like memory.
            
            “I suppose that depends on your definition of a long time,” she replied lightly, finally glancing back down toward the sketchbook balanced against her knee. Her tone carried warmth, but there was something thoughtful beneath it now — observant. Athelia’s presence felt old in a different way than hers did. Less worn. Less hidden. The mention of this place not being visited often lingered in Evelyn’s thoughts for a moment longer than it should have.
            
            “Quiet places tend to find me,” she admitted after a brief pause. “Or perhaps I find them. I haven’t decided which sounds sadder.” A soft laugh escaped her then, carried away by the wind almost immediately.
            
            Only after another moment did she close the sketchbook partially, studying Athelia properly now — not just the shape of her in the light, but the strange familiarity tucked beneath her posture “you asked if I like the quiet,” Evelyn said gently. “Most days, I do.”
            
            Her head tilted slightly “but usually when someone says it like that, they’re really asking whether I came here to be alone” the river continued rushing behind them, cold and endless “and I don’t think you’re here by accident either.”

@beautifulkisses         all loves come with heartbreak.

@scphoner 
            
            First loves always come with heartbreak, I thought at first he was my soulmate 

@beautifulkisses          i get having a first love though and finding it hard to move on