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/ omggg, welcome backk. <3

[  @-demonicprince-  ]
            
            vivienne’s smirk didn’t falter, even as his grip tightened on her chin and his golden eyes bore into hers. if anything, it only made her pulse quicken — though not out of fear. her eyes glimmered like rubies under candlelight, a dangerous mix of defiance and temptation swirling in them.
            
            “oh, i’m /well/ aware of who you are, my lord,” she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper that brushed against his pride like silk and steel all at once. “prince of lust, ruler of desire itself … a being mortals would kill just to be noticed by.”
            
            her fingers trailed up his wrist, slow and deliberate, until they rested against his hand still gripping her chin. “but tell me,” she breathed, tilting her head ever so slightly against his hold, “does your power make you immune to temptation … or do you just like pretending it does?”
            
            a faint smirk tugged at her lips, her fangs flashing once more as she added, softer — almost daringly, “careful, asmodeus. you might find the hunt more intoxicating than the victory.”
            

[  @-demonicprince-  ]
            
            “oh, but where’s the fun in asking, my prince?” she purred softly, her voice low enough to feel like a whisper against his skin. “you, of all beings, should know that half the pleasure lies in the anticipation.”
            
            her hand lifted, fingers brushing just beneath his chin, tilting his head ever so slightly. “besides …” she added, a smirk playing at her lips, “if i truly wanted to drink from you, you wouldn’t have time to notice me staring.”
            

[  @caritonis  ]
            
            vivienne's lips curved into a slow, knowing smirk as she leaned in even closer — close enough that her breath ghosted against his ear. "oh, but i / am/ helping," she purred, her tone dripping with playful defiance. "my presence inspires focus. or … distraction. depends on how easily you lose control."
            
            her fangs flashed briefly as she drew back just an inch, amusement gleaming in her eyes. "and besides, you make it far too tempting to hover. the way your pulse jumps when i'm near? mmh, it's practically begging me to stay."
            
            she crossed her arms and tilted her head, feigning innocence. "but if you insist on pretending i'm /bothering/ you … i can always find someone else to breathe on." she paused, watching for his reaction, her smirk widening.
            "though something tells me you'd miss me before i even made it to the door."

[  @caritonis   /   i thought renelm deserves to see some irritation too.  how the turn tables.  ]
            
            vivienne’s eyes narrowed, irritation flickering like a flame. “/what’s wrong with me/? watch your tone, renelm. i’m a countess, not some tavern wench you can bark at.” her voice was cool, precise — each word sharpened with offense. “try again. with respect, this time.”
            

/ ! gimme something tense or curious for them, pretty please. 

@dearpreys //!

/ >:3

[  @soulstringss  ]
            
            vivienne paused mid-step — not out of fear, but fascination. the puppeteer’s defiance, the way her voice trembled /just enough/ to betray the storm beneath her calm, was intoxicating.
            
            a low hum escaped her, thoughtful, almost feline. “you speak of regret as if it’s something i haven’t made peace with long ago,” she murmured, almost crimson eyes glinting in the dim light. “trust me, little puppeteer, i’ve lived long enough to know that power — no matter how cursed — is never something you /rid/ yourself of. it’s something you learn to dance with.”
            
            she moved closer again, deliberately slow, like a predator testing the edge of her prey’s courage. her voice softened, curling around luneth’s name like silk. “and i think you’ve been dancing alone for far too long, haven’t you, luneth?”
            
            vivienne reached out — not quite touching, but close enough that the air between them seemed to spark. “you say you take no pleasure in what you are, yet your eyes say otherwise when you speak of it. there’s pride there, buried beneath all that restraint.” a smirk ghosted across her lips. “a pity you’d waste such beautiful control on denial.”
            
            her tone shifted then, softer — teasing, but not cruel. “tell me … if i stepped closer still, would you command me to stop? or would your strings betray you first?”
            

@dearpreys /
            
            she furrowed her brows at the other’s laugh. she didn’t find this situation amusing— not the least. on the contrary, it felt… tense. the only thing she could learn from the other was the single fact of her being a vampire, and that alone should have been cue enough to turn on her heels and run as far as her legs would carry her. eventually the vampire would catch up— something told her the woman wouldn’t. but at least she’d tried.
            
            she blinked, eyes narrowing as the vampire moved closer. “i take no pleasure in this,” she said. “if i could, i’d find a way to rid myself of these powers.” it was true— she never enjoyed what she was; a puppeteer of mortal souls. yet there was a part of her magic she didn’t mind, a harmless seam of it she could accept. she was good. she would not be evil, despite what the powers she wielded had branded her since the earliest days.
            
            lost in thought, she hadn’t noticed vivienne’s proximity until she inhaled sharply. “i’m confident i wouldn’t be tangled in anyone’s strings,” she added after a beat. then, firmer— “you don’t know what you’re talking about. do not take me or my magic lightly, step back before you regret it.”

[  @soulstringss   ]
            
            vivienne’s laughter was soft — not mocking, but rich and velvety, curling around them like smoke from a slow-burning flame. her gaze lingered on luneth with an intensity that bordered on indulgent curiosity, as though she were studying a rare specimen she might like to /taste/.
            
            “my, my… such conviction,” she purred, tilting her head just enough for a strand of flame red hair to fall across her cheek. “you speak of control as though it’s a curse, yet you wield it like a lover’s touch. gentle, deliberate … dangerous.”
            
            she took another step closer, close enough for luneth to catch the faint scent of old wine and blood clinging to her. “but tell me, puppeteer — if you did try your little trick …” her eyes shimmered with playful malice, “… would you be pulling my strings, or would you find yourself tangled in mine?”
            
            A slow smile crept across her lips, sharp and alluring. “i do enjoy a woman who knows her power. perhaps I’ll let you /test/ your theory … if you ask nicely.”

[  @helsings  ]
            
            
            vivienne moved with the ease of a shadow — a blur of motion and silk as the first volley hissed through the air. wooden stakes sliced past her, grazing her sleeve, shattering against the marble column behind her. she laughed — /actually laughed/ — the sound low, melodic, and maddeningly amused.
            
            “warn me?” she echoed, her tone dripping with delight as she ducked behind the pillar, one hand brushing a splinter from her hair. “darling, you wound me. i thought we were flirting, not starting a war.”
            
            with a whisper of movement, she was gone from sight — then suddenly behind the huntress, her cool breath brushing her ear. “you aim well,” vivienne murmured, her voice velvet-dark, “but you’ll have to be faster than that if you want to pierce something other than my patience.”
            
            her fingers ghosted briefly over the hunter’s shoulder — teasing, taunting — before she slipped away again into the mist, laughter echoing like the promise of a chase.
            

@dearpreys 
            
            One hand adjusted the brim of her hat as the other rested on the holster that was currently occupied by one of her two revolvers that the huntress always kept loaded. As the vampire spoke , a small smirk began to pull at the corner of her lips . She in fact did enjoy a challenge and she knew the vampire before her would be no exception. 
            
            “ If you insist — but remember , I did warn you.”
            
            she responded in a cocky manner before swiftly moving her hand from the revolver and to the repeater cross bow that was currently loaded with over a dozen wooden stakes. Within seconds she began firing rounds rapidly in the direction of the vampire.

[  @helsings  /  screaming. crying. throwing up.  ] 
            
            vivienn’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile, the kind that hinted at danger wrapped in silk. she tilted her head, her almost crimson eyes gleaming beneath the dim light. “trouble?” she purred, voice smooth as aged wine. “my dear hunter, that word has such an /unfair/ reputation. i prefer to think of it as …excitement.”
            
            she took a languid step forward, the click of her heels echoing in the silence between them. “and tell me —” her gaze dragged lazily over the hunter, “— would you really have followed me all this way if you didn’t want a little of it yourself?”
            
            her fangs caught the light as she smiled wider. “go on then, darling. make it harder.”