𝓛.

i dont smoke . . can hardly stand the smell . 

i  don’t  greet  many lone  women,  especially  not  a’  night.   cigarette?  
            @-sacrifiicial- 

*           suspicious 

/ㅤ@dcvilroot,  curious <3

/ shocked or interested

nervous trills and cooes escaped her as she listened to the other grow closer and closer to her and the body , wrapping her animal furs closer around herself in an attempt to hide .

if  it were  any other  night,   the  vampire would’ve   been  walking too fast   to notice.  but he   heard a  trickling,   and green  hues focused  solely   on  the contrasting red   he had nearly  stepped in  &  decided in  a brief  moment of  confidence   to pursue  this mystery  source of carnage.  he  cautiously   traveled into  the alley,  taking   note of the   blood’s   consistency as  it grew thicker. 
            @-lateniights- 

── ✦ @dcvilroot,  [catalina watches the other with an undeniable curiosity, not at all phased by the current state of affairs she finds herself weaved within. she doesn't flinch, doesn't shudder, doesn't even  / react /  as their gazes meet ─ her head only tilts, a firm hand raising her cigarette up to her lips, smoke filling her lungs as she inhales.]ㅤyour secrets safe with me. besides, i've seen worse; you aren't special. no offense.ㅤ[the reply is blunt as ever, crimson irises flickering from the strangers form as she exhales, head momentarily turning away from him. she then releases the cigarette from her grasp, heel crushing the stick into the cobblestone beneath her feet, gaze returning to him shortly thereafter. her line of sight flickers between the vampire and the partiality-decapitated corpse, hands fishing in her purse, pulling out a silk towelette and offering it to him.]ㅤyou want a napkin?
            
             /ㅤthank youuuu :') your portrayal is literally perfect so far oh em gee 

(the  blood-thirsty  creature would  quickly turn his head;   eyes  bright and  nearly glowing.  pools of   blood beneath   what once  was human—now   with a mutilated   neck—head   hanging lifelessly   to the side)    sorry  about that,    (he dropped   the corpse;   panicked.  but noticed how   calm the stranger was  &  soon readjusted himself)    was  getting carried  away something   awful—you—you aren’t   going to report    this are you?  
            
            /    he will pay for her new heels as compensation — she’s  amazing btw!!  <33
            @youhadaheart 

“a  few  questions?   sure.”    louis raised his   brows;   amused.   his lips stretched   into a grin,  striking   green  hues peering up  over the darkened   lenses of his   glasses.   a   cigarette betwixt   his lips;  freshly   lit  with ash   glowing. 
            @-DrunkDetective- 

ID.  @DCVILROOT
            
            you know from time to time i / do / like to sample ,  mon cher .  it is my nature && will not change ,  but / us / --  there are no words in any language dead or beyond that can dare describe my affection towards you .  you are my companion ,  my fine love .  i will only tire of you the moment you truly believe yourself rid of me .
            
            *  lestat had paused when the others digits gripped his shirt .  in truth ,  the yearning was clear .  lestat could practically taste it in the air ,  hear the silent plea within louis words .  this was just their dynamic ,  their game ,  && somehow more than that entirely .  lestat was entirely louis && vice-versa .  *

not   doubting  ..  jus’  questioning.  (louis  didn’t  struggle,   or pull   away.   yet;   he was caught   in the spider’s   web like  a buzzing  fly.  the   kiss he received   lifted the struggles   from his  shoulders,   as  if placed   by an angel.  louis  fluttered   shut his   heavy eyes,   resting  for as long   as he could   from the turmoils   of his life  as a   vampire.   a hand   found lestat’s   arm and  grasped it,   lengthened fingernails   grazing over the fabric   with a  type of  yearning  that was written   of in   classic   works of literature.  something   louis had only   ever read  & imagined,   never picturing   the reality—or unreality—of it  all)    it’s  really  jus’  you and  i forever?   until the  end of   days.   you won’t    tire of   draggin’   me around?   (his   hand trailed up   lestat’s arm   and now rested  in the crook of  his   neck,   fingers curling   around  dirty-blonde  curls) 
            @lioncourts 

ID.  @DCVILROOT
            
            *  the teasing tone of the other brought a sense of satisfaction .  there he was ,  there his louis was .  there was a need for the other to belong to him ,  as with all relations of maker and fledgling he very much did .  they had a delicate balance .  even so ,  lestat's hands never gripped in these moments but decidedly caressed && cajoled .  this time he placed a kiss to the others' jaw ,  close to the junction of the delicate flesh of louis neck .  *
            
            any && all ,  yes .  but they are not / you / .  they are not my tempestuous ,  morose ,  stubborn love .  my companion is you ,  louis .  do not ever doubt my affection .

/  impressed on @unearthd

*         curious 

ID.  @dcvilroot 
            
            * ╱╱   -wink-