@vmparia
@lunartricks evangeline’s pale hand flew to rest upon her chest . if she wore jewelry as cheap as pearls she most certainly would have been clutching them. in an instance shock morphed into a catty indifference , she crimson lips curling into a distorted grin . “ mademoiselle , calme-toi , I was simply admiring your gown . it’s eye-catching , my apologies . “
why'd you ask me to come here?
@vesselarise ── ʷⁱᵗʰ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ! “ I think you aren’t accustomed to relaxing darling , “ eva’s pale elbows rested on the diner counter as she leaned to rest her chin on her hands . the skinny heel of her dior boot tapped the checkered floor absentmindedly; momentarily stilling so she could lift her sunglasses to match the stares of onlookers. “ is the food not to your liking ? “
[ it's late, and the lack of light coming through the windows of the abandoned house can be blamed on the fog covering the moon. dean's lurking as quiet as he possibly can, a sinking feeling in his gut that someone's watching him. it's an unfamiliar town he's in, which puts him even more on edge. he rounds the corner with his flashlight and dagger, jumping at the sight of another figure, ] jesus chr— eva?? what the hell are you doing here?
@vesselarise ── ʷⁱᵗʰ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ! “ well that hasn’t changed now has it ? “ this time she waited for his response as her tongue ran across one of her fangs . she had a way of making others feel like they were center stage . eva theorized that it was all in the eyes . his were so emotive , she could see every wheel turn and where it spun . transparency was a visual feast and she was starving . “ i’m searching for my nephew , he prefers the company of … the unsavory . i feel as though i do wellness checks more now than any other century , you hunters are so focused . “
@vmparia * "what, i don't have all your attention now?" he raises his eyebrows slightly, "you're sending me some strange signals here, evangeline." he can't help but grin at her, lowering his arm she clasped onto despite her hold on his wrist. he narrows his eyes at her again, studying her, trying to read her — but she's always been difficult for him to read.
@vesselarise ── ʷⁱᵗʰ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ! her smaller hand held fast to his wrist , tilting only so that her thumb ran along his pulse , the rhythm pounded in her was flush to her ear even without the added tactile force. “ mon cher , “ the velvet vampire started , the vivid of her red lipstick harshly contrasted the sharp white of her teeth as she flashed another grin. “ pour moi ? “ this time , her rhetorical question was thinly veiled by it’s language barrier. the alternative hand pressed to her chest also didn’t help. “ as it stands my mind , therefore , my senses are elsewhere. I am unable to confirm your state until you have / all / of my attention. “
/ starts running around you in circles
⚰︎ ࿐ the OG vampiric opera singer might come back this week >:]
⚰︎ cb a setting for a oneliner or starter ( specify )!
eva? what are you doing here? and how'd you know where i was staying?
@vmparia * [ crossing his arms over his chest, he leans his shoulder against the doorway and furrows his eyebrows. ] i'm fine. but i doubt you're just here for a check-in, so what's the matter?
⚰︎ ࿐ @vesselarise ── ʷⁱᵗʰ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ! two very good questions ! neither of which I'm inclined to answer at the moment . how are you mon chér ?
what are you looking at me like that for?
what’s that look for? am i not allowed to watch you like everyone else?
you’re not very good at hiding, you know that ?
my father met her in teatro alla scala though she is nadia of belgium and russian training i believe. [ a pause as she straightens, gesturing to her own face. ] the pictures i have of her are all at home but i am told i look exactly like her.
1. ) une femme après mon cœur , perhaps we've crossed paths . what was the name of her trope or opera house ? better yet , what was your mother's name ?
1. ) a woman after my own heart .