#oc tag: elspeth

[omgkalyppso]

sylvix 8 14 and 16 bc the ship meme popped up on my dash again :)

\(￣︶￣*\) I appreciate you! Thank you for the ask.

8. Do they have any children? If so, do these children predate the relationship or are they a result of the relationship (whether through birth or adoption or otherwise)? Does any partner excel in their child-rearing? If so, is this because of education, experience or instinct?

Picrew 1. Picrew 2. Picrew 3.

I never really explored a lot of my oc Fae's post-canon world publicly, but Sylvix are together there and it was my headcanon that trans Felix would not be comfortable carrying a child to term, and so they adopt Elspeth. There were already so many Faerghan redheads, that I didn't feel bad about going that route with her design.

I've seen a few people headcanon Miklan a child that they adopt, and have sometimes played with the idea that she's that, but otherwise her origin isn't angsty. Happily chosen by her parents in an orphanage because she was scrappy and because her hair reminded Felix of Sylvain's. A brighter, quieter swordsman than Felix was in his youth, who still manages to remind people of him somehow. A Fraldarius in every way.

She's adopted between five and seven, so they miss some of the younger years and milestones, but are around for her to be young enough that she still mimics some of Sylvain's exaggerated / flirtatious smiles, that she still requires a basic education besides one that would be specifically required for people of their rank, that other discoveries and heartbreaks and illnesses are still a new and delicate thing.

Felix is better with making Elspeth feel better after an injury, or handling colds and impatience and distraction. Sylvain is more approachable with emotional conversations, but I don't think he's the best at them or that he'd want to have them without Felix present so Elspeth has to deal with both of her parents talking about her insecurities and desires almost like strategy. Ultimately it works because Felix and Sylvain are mature and kind-hearted and attentive to their daughter, but it's definitely unconventional.

They're always trying to pull each other closer. A whole family with a concern of living up to deserving one another.

Picrews 4&5. Other ot5 kids here.

I also want to add that she's at the Officer's Academy at the same time as two of my ot5 kids: (Hilda and Lorenz's youngest) Baldovin or Vinnie, and (Fae and Claude's only daughter) Sadaf. Vinnie and Sadaf, despite having different birth parents, near consider each other twins. Born only a few months apart and raised together by parents who were involved with one another, they're very familial at least, and the best of friends.

I wouldn't say I ship any of my next gen (with the specific exception of a merciedue fankid and an ot5 child), because I've not really invested in them as teens / adults the way that I've invested in them being children, but I like Elspeth developing a crush on Vinnie, and friends with both of them.

Baldovin is nothing like very little like Lorenz in temperament, unlike his elder siblings. He's loud. He's boistrous. He's short as a Goneril. Here's another paragraph about him from this post:

Baldovin (minor Crest of Goneril: Sometimes allows combat arts to prevent enemy counterattacks.) is a fortress knight. A slow, sturdy wall of armor. Lives to defend, and tries to incapacitate. Sympathy for his enemies. Feels like attacking marching units while mounted on either wyvern or horseback is unfair to man and animal, and thus only uses mounts to get from point A to point B. Crest nonsense: WILL wrestle your wyvern for fun, and enjoys the shock in how their necks rear back when his Crest allows him to pin their chin down while their wings struggle (squish that cat).

I also feel obligated to mention that in Fae's canon / post-canon, Sylvain joined the Golden Deer, and Dimitri survived Gronder but did not end up ruling as king. I have a few dimimari fics about where that left him, but they aren't fully transparent that Felix also remains his best friend.

14. How often does each partner cry? How do their partners engage or react to the differences in emotion between themselves and their partner(s)?

I think that while Felix did grow out of crying as often as he did as a child, that Sylvain cries a lot and unfortunately for Felix, it becomes more and more likely that seeing Sylvain in tears makes him cry also. Felix puts in so much effort post-canon in his relationship to Sylvain (among his platonic relationships to others), so that they can have harder conversations and feel better — and not simply awkward, after vulnerabilities are shared. It surprises Sylvain how bad he, himself, is at communicating, but it becomes more obvious through Felix's growth and efforts. They still have time to be young men together, and Sylvain also improves at giving tears their space, whether from sadness or otherwise.

16. If prompted to describe what love and / or acceptance feels like in their relationship, what sort of answer would each partner give? If this is not their honest answer, what would be the true answer for them?

Felix would say it feels like coming home. Like having a place to rest and not have to worry about being anything but you are.

Sylvain would say it feels like a warm fire after ages in the cold, like something you want to throw yourself into to recover from the chill, but that you have to wait for and tend and appreciate for it to steadily warm you.

#long post #sylvix #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #ask to tag #oc tag: elspeth

[rosykims]

elspeth cousland | cillian hawke | ashara lavellan

i was tagged by @shadowglens to make some bitches w this picrew ! thank u sm for the tag sophie MWAH <3

tagging @girlbosselrond @solasan @malefiicarum @faarkas @faerietea @lavinet @abelas and YOU if u would like to :3

#oc: elspeth #oc: cillian #oc: ashara #i know a bunch of ppl have already been tagged so no pressure if ur one of them ! <3 #its been a hot minute since i actually had the energy to fill out a picrew...... but new year new me <3 #going to Attempt to kick my inspiration until it starts moving again wish me luck #anyways they all turned out so good.... cillian's hair is curly not straight but alas. he's got the nose scar and the :3 going for him #ashara and ella both looking like they've been airbnbing in hell for the last half decade which. also checks out

[tracybirds]

Happy March of the OCs!!

A bunch of people kindly let me make a Sims version of their OCs for a Thunderbirds save I was making, just to have as background characters instead of the regular townies. So here's what I made based off their descriptions, and some links so you can look at the wonderful creations in which they originated! And feel free to let me know if you have some OCs you'd be okay with adding to the project!

Firstly, we have Jasmine and Jade, two treasure hunters in need of International Rescue's helping hand, from @katblu42's wonderful story Jasmine and Jade [Tumblr | AO3]

Next, we have the Raoul rangers, from @gumnut-logic's Kermadec AU! From top left to bottom right; Mel Fisher, Elspeth Rana, and Sam and Liam Coyle :D I'm very, very fond of these folks! Mel is my personal favourite, simply because I love her passion for conservation and how she gives Scott a good run for his money haha (metaphorically AND literally!)

They first feature in We'll Be Home For Christmas, which can be found here [AO3] (I know it's on Tumblr somewhere too, but I am struggling to find it oops)

Next is Everett Sanders and Jules Sheridan, created by @whatgaviiformes for the infamous Chicken Dad series (long live Chicken Dad!!) which begins here! Although they're both Gordon's friend, Everett and Virgil have their own special connection, which is explored here (and is in my incredibly unbiased opinion, adorable). Everything is also happily on Tumblr for copious reblogging here!

Next is the Carter family, created by @louthestarspeaker! From top left to right bottom, we have Brook and Kim, then their children Desiray, Eagan, and Laurie. Laurie is a good friend of Alan's and features in the fic Shoulder to Shoulder [Tumblr | AO3]

Next are Squirt and Alisha, created by @squiddokiddo

Squirt and Gordon have lots of sweet interactions together, which you can check out here, and Alisha is Kayo's girlfriend and can can be found here and here. There might be some art that's slipped through the cracks of tagging so here's their OC art tag to enjoy alllllllll the art :D

Finally, Arthur and Andrew John Trumbull, created by @tikatu. Andrew John features in The White Winds as Fermat's roommate, which can be found on ffnet here. Arthur is his father. There's quite a number of OCs, since Tikatu's created a whole Wharton's for Alan and Fermat, and I have not gotten around to making everyone ><

#like most projects I get absorbed and then spend several months doing other things before returning #oops #but I am fond of this particular project so don't be shy <3 #tomorrow I'll gather the OCs I've developed myself purely as a result of this sims thing and you can get a glimpse of the insanity xD #march of the ocs #okay good night

[elspethdekarios]

OC meme

Thank you @theletteraesc for tagging me in this a while back, and sorry it took me so long to get to it! Tagging @lolthslover @fantasyfictionfables @mumms-the-word @thebitchycloudpainter and literally anyone else who sees this and wants to do it lol

B A S I C S

Full name: Elspeth Vaidelark [now Elspeth Dekarios]

Gender: Female

Sexuality: straight but she can appreciate a pretty lady

Pronouns: she/her

O T H E R

Birthplace: Baldur's Gate, Upper City

Job: healer

Phobias: closed spaces/claustrophobia, spiders (the underdark was not a fun time for her lol)

Guilty pleasures: dropping a shit ton of money on nice clothes

Hobbies: reading, playing music (harp and piano), dancing

M O R A L S

Alignment: chaotic good

Sins: pride

Virtues: charity

T H I S O R T H A T

Introvert / Extrovert

Organized / Disorganized

Close-minded / Open-minded

Calm / Anxious / Restless

Disagreeable / Agreeable / In between

Cautious / Reckless / In between

Patient / Impatient / In between

Outspoken / Reserved / In between

Leader / Follower / Flexible (mostly a loner)

Empathetic / Unempathetic / In between

Optimist / Pessimist / Realist

Traditional / Modern / In between

Hard-working / Lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

OTP: Gale/Elspeth aka Galspeth

Acceptable Ships: none, her and Gale are literally soulmates

OT3: none

Brotp: El and Karlach! They're super close

Notp: El/Astarion. They disagree A LOT and while they do grow to be close friends there is negative chemistry there

B A C K S T O R Y

Elspeth is the youngest of two daughters born to Baron and Baronness Vaidelark of Baldur's Gate. She was always second fiddle to her older sister, Ariadne. The golden child, Ariadne could do no wrong--even when she was bullying Elspeth. El was always the black sheep, and never what her parents wanted her to be.

In her young adult years, she was definitely a party girl. Living on her own, she would go out with friends more nights than not. She was a bit of a socialite, known around the city as the "wild Vaidelark child." Her reputation was sealed when, in a drunken night with friends, she gambled away the family jewels, which she was foolishly wearing around her neck. Thanks to her family's noble status, they were able to track down the necklace and pay a pretty penny to reclaim them, but this was the final straw of their relationship with Elspeth. She was not officially disowned, but their disdain was made clear.

Elspeth avoided her family for several years, but when she started dating Leon, a rising paladin in the City Watch, he convinced her to try to make amends. She did, as best she could, but her parents were still cold and distant as always. Still, they seemed to like Leon and dating him patched up El's tempestuous reputation in the city. Leon had ulterior motives, however, which El only learned about six months after ending their relationship. During her father's birthday party, Ariadne announced her recent engagement.

To Leon.

Furious and desperately wounded, Elspeth ran out of the house and stumbled home as best she could while sobbing. She stopped for a moment to let herself calm down when the nautiloid took her.

(I have a fic about this here!!!)

#elspeth #oc meme #bg3 #bg3 tav

[thetavolution]

oc meme

tagged by: I was not tagged. I tagged myself.

B A S I C S

- Full name: Rebecca "Bex" Elspeth McQuoid - Gender: Female - Sexuality: Pansexual - Pronouns: She/Her

O T H E R

- Family: -> Father: William "Will" McQuoid -> Mother: Sharon "Sauci" McNamara -> Siblings: Her dad has knocked up a lot of people. Bex doesn't really know her siblings. She has one sister named Elizabeth she talks to sometimes. They weren't raised together though. -Birthplace: Baldur's Gate - Job: Cook and Bard) - Phobias: She's terrified of losing her freedom, and she's scared that she deserves every bad thing that happens to her. She also has slight claustrophobia. - Guilty pleasures: Bex doesn't like to think of anything as a "guilty pleasure." Life is too short for that. - Hobbies: Cooking, baking, trying new recipes, exercising, collecting cookbooks, and reading

M O R A L S

- Alignment: Chaotic Good - Sins: She's a bard, so she lies and bullshits a lot. She can be greedy, but she has her reasons for that. She drinks alcohol often, especially to drown out her depression. - Virtues: She's patient with others, and remains calm in most situations. She's an understanding person. She feels like she has no room to judge anybody. She can be a bit of a nihilist. Oddly, this leads to her doing stuff that makes everyone's lives easier. Life is already pointless, why make it suck?

T H I S  O R  T H A T

- Introvert / Extrovert - Organized / Disorganized - Close-minded / Open-minded - Calm / Anxious / Restless - Disagreeable / Agreeable / In between - Cautious / Reckless / In between - Patient / Impatient / In between - Outspoken / Reserved / In between - Leader / Follower / Flexible - Empathetic / Unempathetic / In between - Optimist / Pessimist / Realist - Traditional / Modern / In between - Hard-working / Lazy (She's a complex person)

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

- OTP: In BG3, I would say Astarion/Bex, but I like multi-ships. - Acceptable Ships: I don't know what her official ship is in my original story yet. Outside of that, I'm totally down to ship her with various characters. (I welcome people to ship OCs with her.) - OT3: She'd definitely be down for a Astarion/Halsin/Bex threesome. - Brotp: -> Karlach — They would just crack each other up. They have a lot of similar energy. Bex is just more nihilistic. - Notp: I don't really have one that I can think of.

tagging: Anyone interested!

#tav oc #tav bg3 #bg3 oc #bg3 tav #my tav #Bex #oc meme

[heartsdefine]

⋆ NAME?: Bean / Bee

⋆ PRONOUNS?: they/she, in that order of preference

⋆ MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: oof, uhh...it's hard to say when i have so many. probaby elspeth cousland or vasilisa here atm, along w/ anais evernight @thiefscant

⋆ RP PET PEEVES?: probably just...not being given anything to work with in threads or in plotting circumstances. i try to come to people with ideas when i reach out for plots myself, and always put a lot of effort into ensuring my replies haves something for my partners to respond to and build upon, so it's frustrating when someone hits me up to plot with no idea what they're interested in exploring or gives me a reply that's just their character reacting to mine with nothing new to build from.

⋆ EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: oh boy i've been roleplaying since i was a kid lmao. i originally rped primarily on forums. first, it was a hp forum (rip) and then years later i joined a dragon age forum, then a multifandom crossover forum that was a lot of fun. from there i decided to try out tumblr and it really stuck. tl;dr: i've been roleplaying on and off since i was about eleven years old, so that's like...22 years of experience???

⋆ FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: it truly depends on my mood tbh! i can write all three under the right circumstances, and i enjoy them all in their own way. i guess i lean more towards fluff and angst over smut, but i have been known to discuss the sex lives of our muses with my partners (as long as everyone is comfortable with it), and then occasionally write it out with them in thread or meme form.

⋆ PLOTS OR MEMES?: both! it helps me to keep a thread going if i have a general idea of where we both want it to end up. but i also love getting memes and replying to them and continuing them into threads spontaneously. it works a bit better for me than starter calls, which i am notorious for never finishing (sorry!).

⋆ LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: again, both! shorter replies are easier for my brain these days, but i love a longer thread as well. it just takes me a while to get around to replying to longer things, as i want to give my partner plenty to work with (even if i can't always match their exact length).

⋆ TIME TO WRITE?: literally whenever the muse strikes, which is unfortunately highly sporadic and constantly bouncing from muse to muse.

⋆ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: all of my muses have a little bit of me in them, i think. that's one of the joys of writing. finding parts of yourself in others and exploring or processing your own experiences through fiction can be liberating and cathartic (though i think it's also important to see and work with characters who are different from you). so yeah. there might be more of me in my ocs than my canons, but i like to think there is a little shard of me in all of them. <3

tagged by: @lunawish <3333 tagging: @ghosttsar, @avrorean, @gggno, @wayan9an, & anyone else who wants to!

#beanisms. ( a red hot titanium baby with diamond teeth ) #ooc. ( a suspicious lack of dragons ) #about mun.

[lightsteeped]

ABOUT

hi! i'm griff. my main blog is @sweetcedar. i write a variety of characters on crystal dc. i'm always looking for contacts: you can read more about my characters on my carrd, here.

i want to avoid having multiple semi-inactive character blogs, so this is a catchall blog for rp chatter, inspiration, original work, and others' xiv stuff that i think is cool or funny.

ORGANIZATION TAGS

CHARACTERS where their tag came from any relationship subtags

ianthe: #ch: dulce et decorum from the wilfred owen poem, translating to 'sweet and proper'

hasret: #ch: between earth and death from persephone the wanderer, by louise glück

camille: #ch: meek to the nth from c.s. lewis' arguably rather shit essay, 'the necessity of chivalry' rl: wake me witch - iiwa rl: i am the bad daughter - her chosen mothers

lucienne: #ch: hell purgatory paradise from dante at verona, dante gabriel rosetti

elspeth: #ch: honey and gunpowder from .. something by peter s. beagle idk man i found it on pinterest

vedis: #ch: svanr sigrlana from an old norse kenning for raven, 'swan of the corpse-heaps'

synnove: #ch: scourge and sword from the prince of egypt's 'the plagues'

POST TYPES

i may or may not actually use these, being real with you original works: #writing others' rp writing: #sharing insp lit: #excerpts gposes etc: #screens oc art: #art

#this post was just made to be pinned #hi

[jasper-the-menace]

My Current Magic The Gathering AO3 Fics

Almost exclusively Streets of New Capenna-based. Warning: the lewd ones are under the cut.

Last updated: July 5, 2023

Beyond The Planes [no ships] (complete) - The Father of Machines isn't too delighted by modern Phyrexians. The Benevolent Goddess has an idea.

Blood and Songbirds [background Edith Maestro (OC)/Emery Black (OC), Spara/Xander, Jaren/Jinnie] (complete) - A vampire demon hybrid is certainly rare, enough so that meeting another one awakens a fatherly side of Xander that he's not familiar with. But after the Adversary rears his head and old threats return, Xander finds out the hard way that he's in for the long haul. A reworking of the Streets of New Capenna set plus beyond to help me develop my OCs and wrap up some SNC plotlines that seem like they've been abandoned in favor of the Phyrexian plotline. And then suffering beyond that because I'm a big fan.

Five Times Falco Spara Fell In Love With Xander (And One Time Xander Did) [Spara/Xander, implied/background Evelyn/Xander] (complete) - Spara and Xander have fallen in love over and over again. Especially on Spara's side. (This takes place in my Blood and Songbirds-verse, which is only apparent with the last scene.)

In The Interim [Jaren/Jinnie] (in progress) - A series of scenes set in my Blood and Songbirds universe, after the end of Blood and Songbirds. Tags will be updated with each new chapter.

White Fires of Memory [Jirina/Lukka] (complete) - Traveling through Vadrok's lair towards Lavabrink was dangerous enough with the injured and ill, but Jirina Kudro and Vivien Reid did not expect the help and rescue they received.

Expected Partners [Spara/Xander, Ziatora/Xander, Raffine/Xander, Jetmir/Xander] (complete) - When a vampire reaches a certain age, they tend to stick with the same partners simply because they know what to expect. Xander often found himself sharing a bed with the other crime lords, which led to a nice variety. He didn’t much care for working, so he often let them take the lead. We're not gonna pretend that this is anything more than porn, let's be real.

For Ransom [Spara/Daniel (OC), other higher-up Brokers/Daniel (OC)] (complete) *implied/referenced rape/noncon, but not at Spara's hand; mature, not explicit* - If you accused any of the Brokers of being soft, most would toss you out of a window. But even then, one devil in all of New Capenna has the higher-ups wrapped around his finger, and there are plenty of people who would love to take advantage of that...

Fucked Up Cycles [Elspeth/Xander, other relationships with Xander referenced] (complete) *Omegaverse* - Xander wasn't expecting his heat cycle to come early. Luckily, a certain planeswalker happens to be an alpha and is willing to lend a hand.

Mismatched [Perrie/Kros] (complete) *Omegaverse* - Kros is late to meet with Perrie regarding their next mission, so Perrie goes to find him. You see the tags and the rating, you know how this ends.

What He Wants [Nixilis/Xander noncon] (complete) *rape/noncon* - Instead of killing the head of the Maestros, Ob Nixilis has other plans.

#jasper post #masterpost #writing #my writing #magic the gathering

[foxycleric]

i wanted another updated Rhys, then i decided to include his updated sisters, Elsie (blonde) who hasn’t changed all that much, and Erin (brunette) who grew up quite a bit

#oc tag #art tag #rhys irvine #elspeth irvine #erin irvine #i decided to shave Rhys' head a little #he is bi after all

[agenderhyde]

two of my ocs are 1) siblings and 2) vampires, and they have thirty years between them; another set of my ocs have 130+ years between them (they’re also vampires) and so the generational gaps between them are huge 

max was born at the latter end of the 19th century (1870′s) & maggie was born 1900. gabe & henry would have been in their seventies when they had maggie (and even as vampires, that seems exhausting). beth was born uh... can’t remember or find it atm, but 1887, i think? and sam was born 2018? and then i was also planning on the harrisons having a third kid. will & belle are in their 150′s?

#cloudy rambles #oc tag #character: maxwell utterson #character; margaret utterson #character: elspeth harrison #character: samuel harrison #the dinner party thing

[sir-adamus]

commissioned my good friend @oneesan on twitter through her ko-fi a sketch of my OC Elspeth, this is adorable and i love it

#OC art #OC tag #OC: Elspeth

[decennia]

HOGWARTS YEARBOOK: GRADUATING CLASS OF '98

↳ GRYFFINDOR

Lavender Brown, Enoch Cresswell, Fay Dunbar, Seamus Finnigan*, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Parvati Patil, Allison Potter (@juliaswickcrs), Harry Potter, Wilbur Prewett, Dean Thomas, Ronald Weasley.

↳ SLYTHERIN

Millicent Bulstrode, Vincent Crabbe, Tracey Davis, Alena Foster (@reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle), Gregory Goyle, Daphne Greengrass, Draco Malfoy, Elspeth Meadowes, Deimos Mulciber, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini.

↳ HUFFLEPUFF

Althea Abbott, Hannah Abbott, Susan Bones, Tallula Clary (@hughstheforcelou), Leanne Driscoll, Julien Fawley (@moirei), Justin Finch-Fletchley, Bobbie Fortescue (@randomestfandoms-ocs), Wayne Hopkins, Megan Jones, Zacharias Smith.

↳ RAVENCLAW

Terry Boot*, Mandy Brocklehurst, Michael Corner*, Konstantinova Craft (@fragilestorm), Anthony Goldstein, Isobel MacDougal, Morag MacDougal, Padma Patil, Cassiopeia Rosier (@lupinblack), Archelaus Sallow, Lisa Turpin.

italicized: original characters.

*fancast: (insp.) (insp.)

TAG LIST: @perfectlystiles @sgtbuckyybarnes @anna-phora @lost-in-the-shelves @raith-way @lizziesxltzmxn @akabluekat @chlobenet @phoebestarks @zeleniafic @a-song-of-quill-and-feather @honeyandsunflowers @dandyylions @hiddenqveendom @jewelswrites-ish @lokitrasho @lukespatterson @stanshollaand @richitozier @ocfairygodmother @claryxjackson @luucypevensie @noratilney @foxesandmagic @jayneladybright

HP TAG: @nickfcwler @poruchik-logy

ALTHEA TAG: @dreamerwithapen1

#fyeahharrypotterocs #crossover for the win thoughhhh #oc: enoch cresswell #oc: allison potter #oc: wilbur prewett #oc: alena foster #oc: elspeth meadowes #oc: deimos mulciber #oc: tallula clary #oc: julien fawley #oc: bobbie fortescue #oc: konstantinova craft #oc: cassiopeia rosier #oc: klaus sallow #era: golden trio #this took so long sorry to everyone i couldn't fit in #i had to drop it to twelve because i couldn't fill spots #and there was also fc overlap in same houses #where some stuff also didn't make narrative sense to also split up siblings #and i also decided to do just one oc per person

[thedeadthree]

PRINCE ALEC CROSS x SENESCHAL IORDANA CEL TRADAT; vampire the masquerade

KENT ZARNEKI x ELIN ELSPETH ZARNEKI WISEMAN; mind blind

i was on my feed and i saw this picrew and wanted to make a couple of my ocs [with their spouses] and their ships!

tagging: you! if y’all want to do this for ur bbs tag me i wanna see em ✨🤍

#c. iordana cel tradat #c. elin wiseman #if. mind blind #ship. iordana x alec #ch. kent zarneki #ch. alec cross #s. vampire the masquerade #leg.ocs #kenzie taking elin out to an art gallery ✨🥺! #spending more time looking at eachother than the art ✨😌! #seattles very own vampiric power couple! being hot and ruling the seattle camarilla! #vtmb2 won’t be coming out for a while but! i love themmm! #purely self indulgent and will more than likely be an au when the final release comes out :) #leg.drafts #waiting to go see nwh so im cleaning out my drafts ✨🥺 #I DIDNT REALIZE THESE WERE IN HERE ✨🥺 #KENTS HEART EYES PLEEEEASE I LOVE HIM ✨😖🤍

[elspethdekarios]

Faerûnian 29 Day Writing Challenge: Day 5

I took some creative liberty with this prompt, so instead of writing Elspeth seeing companions/Gale in a battle for the first time, I wrote about her reminiscing at camp after their first day adventuring (including battle). Just a sweet little conversation between her and Gale as they get to know each other 🥰

SFW / fluff / Gale x Female OC

Feb 5. In camp after their first day of exploring and fighting

Calm waves rippled in the moonlight as Elspeth sat on the shore of the river where they made camp. The night was warm, crickets chirped in the grass, and the smell of a burning campfire lingered in the air. El stared ahead, letting the moon’s shimmering reflection on the water lull her into a mindless trance. How could she even begin to process the past 24 hours? The shock of learning that her ex was engaged to her sister hardly seemed noteworthy in comparison to all of this. Kidnapped. Parasitic tadpole in her head. Having a strange, pale elf hold a knife to her throat. Said elf tagging along in their group of oddballs all inflicted with the same terrifying condition. Pulling a handsome wizard out of a portal. It would take someone years to process all of it. 

The strange skeletal being they found in the tomb floated ominously at the edge of her peripheral. Withers, he called himself. He seemed useful, but it was still off-putting to see him. He didn’t talk much, but Elspeth got the sense that he was always watching, taking note of everything they did. He posed no threat, and, if anything, seemed rather peaceful. Somehow, he was still the least remarkable part of their day.

The challenge of finding Withers was another story. Upon entering the abandoned temple, they were met not only with a group of bandits, but several undead skeleton scribes guarding the tomb where Withers resided. She didn’t have any weapons–neither did Gale–but thankfully, their spells were efficient enough to not need them. Lae’zel and Astarion, on the other hand, took turns stabbing and shooting with the weapons they had stumbled across. Lae’zel was terrifying in general, but even more so with a bloodied sword in her hands. Astarion had incredible precision with his shortbow, sending arrows flying before the target could even blink. She and Gale stayed behind them, her casting guiding bolts and giving sanctuary to anyone who needed it while he shook the ground with thunderwaves and hurled chromatic orbs of fire at their enemies. His hand gestures and incantations were meticulous and calculated, and El couldn’t help but admire the ease with which he seemed to command magic. 

Muffled footsteps moved through the sand as Gale approached, as if he could sense her lingering thoughts about him. He looked remarkably pristine for the day that they all had. He had removed his purple robe to reveal a white wrap shirt and brown pants that buttoned almost to his waist.

“Are you opposed to some company?” he asked.

“Not at all,” Elspeth said, motioning for him to sit next to her. He stayed a respectful distance away, which was probably for the best, though she wondered if he felt the same spark that she had when she first saw him. Probably not. She shouldn’t get her hopes up. If they were likely to be mindflayers within the next tenday, there was no point anyway.

“Quite an eventful day.” Gale leaned back on a rock and watched the rippling waves as she did.

“That’s certainly one way to describe it,” El said. “I keep thinking that this must be a terrible dream. I’m still not entirely convinced it isn’t.”

“It does feel rather nightmarish, doesn’t it?” he toyed with a small stick in the sand, his shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbow, and gods, if forearms weren’t her uttermost weakness, she didn’t know what was. “Either way, I’m just glad not to be navigating this on my own. A parasite shared is a parasite halved, or… something to that effect.”

Elspeth giggled, her first actual smile since being abducted. “I suppose that’s reason enough to be thankful.”

“Speaking of gratitude,” he said, looking into her eyes. “Thank you for saving me. I’m not sure I would have survived if you hadn’t stopped to help.”

“Of course. I couldn’t just leave you. Plus, I’ve been enjoying your company.”

Even in the dim moonlight, his eyes were enchanting. She could have sworn she saw a hint of surprise in them at her last statement, but it dissipated quickly.

“And I yours,” he said. “So, you’re from Baldur’s Gate?”

“Born and raised.”

“I’ve visited a few times. It’s no Waterdeep, but it’s a close second on my list of the Sword Coast’s great cities… well, maybe third ....”

“I take it you’re fond of Waterdeep, then?” Elspeth asked.

“Oh, yes. I can’t imagine living anywhere else. Do you feel the same? About Baldur’s Gate, I mean.”

Elspeth shrugged. “Honestly, I’d love to move somewhere new. I think I’ve probably outstayed my welcome.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, tilting his head with genuine interest.

“It’s…” Elspeth hesitated. She didn’t exactly want to relive her past mishaps or tell them to strangers. She shook her head. “It’s a long story. I just want a fresh start.”

Gale nodded and she took the opportunity to change the subject.

“Tell me about your library.”

His eyes lit up at her request.

“It’s my favorite place in the world,” he said, looking off in the distance like it might help him imagine the room. “I have thousands of books–academic, fiction, poetry–from years of collecting. A case of rare tomes I’ve secured from various places. There’s a balcony that overlooks the sea, a fireplace to relax in front of… a far cry from our makeshift tents.”

“It sounds lovely,” she said as she watched him reminisce. “I’d love to have a room like that someday.”

“I presume that means you enjoy reading.”

“I do,” she said. “But I only have a meager bookshelf, I’m afraid.”

“Better than nothing,” he said. “Every great library starts that way, after all.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, letting the serenity of the night settle around them. The chaos of the day began to quiet in Elspeth’s mind, and with the newfound calm came an overwhelming drowsiness.

“I’m going to try and get some sleep,” she said as she stood up and brushed the sand from her pants. “Thanks for keeping me company.”

“Thank you for allowing me to keep you company,” he replied, still seated. “Goodnight, Elspeth.”

Something about his voice, the way he looked up at her, or maybe just the gentle stillness of the night made her heart swell and ache at the same time. 

“Goodnight, Gale.”

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[the-shiniest-plant]

OC Interview: Fionnuala

Draw (or use an old drawing, don’t worry!) or take a screen of your character in an interview setting and make them answer the following questions!

(I was tagged by @uselessidiotsquad and @thoseofuswhoblossom! Hi, guys!)

Introduction

Can you introduce yourself?

- Hi! I’m Fionnuala, Nuala to friends, family, and anyone who finds my name difficult to pronounce. I’m a member of the Crystal Bloom, one of Aurene’s Champions, former Slayer of the Order of Whispers, former Warden, and Maker of Friends! Nice to meet you all!

What is your Gender Identity, Orientation, and Relationship Status?

- Cisgender Female, Panromantic Demisexual, and Single. Turns out not a lot of people want to date someone who’s dragon-branded… which I can understand.

When and where were you born?

- I was born in the Grove about…. Five minutes after midnight… sometime in the Season of the Phoenix, in… 1310! Yeah, that’s about right. I can’t remember what day, but the day doesn’t really matter to Sylvari more than the time of day, so… I guess it makes sense. Does that answer your question well enough? Yes? Good! What’s next?

What is your weapon of choice and fighting style?

- I fight with two longswords - one in each hand - and though I’m heavily armored I can and prefer to jump in and out of the Dream like most Revenants do the Mists in order to get the drop on my foes. I do use hammers from time to time when I need to hit something far away that I can’t get to. Though, most of all, I like to use the magic of Aurene to lend support to my allies in battle - regeneration, strength, cunning… though I can’t do that too much or it wears me out. Still makes me happy knowing my allies may have survived because of these gifts.

Lastly, are you happy?

- Well, I’m as happy as my current life situation allows me to be. I know I could be happier, if I had different circumstances, but right now I feel like I’m… content at the very least - my brother is safe, my Mother is getting healthier by the day, and I’m always willing to answer Aurene’s call to service. I’m a bit lonely, in all honesty, when apart from my friends in Rurikton, but for now I’m okay with that - I figure when the right person for me comes along, I won’t be so lonely anymore.

Family and Friends

What’s your family like? What is your relationship with them?

- I have a pod-brother, Sitheach! He’s a wonderful person, and I love him dearly. We’re very close, and we write to one another all the time when he’s on missions for the Pale Reavers, just to keep each other posted on current situations. He’s been home for a bit now, which is a blessing. His boyfriend misses him terribly when he’s away so seeing them back together warms my sparkly little heart!

Have you ever run away from home?

- Nope! I’ve been called everywhere I’ve been, so technically I haven’t “run away” from anything.

Would you consider marriage or having children?

- Well, marriage is a foreign concept to Sylvari, as is childbirth, but I would absolutely love a partner, and would certainly adopt orphaned children of other races if my partner was also okay with raising them, as I highly doubt with my duties as a Champion of Aurene would allow me to effectively raise a child alone. I like to think I’d be a good mother, though.

Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

- Pfffft, what kind of a question is that!? Why on Tyria would you call someone a friend if you secretly hated them? How silly!

Which friend knows everything about you?

- The only people on Tyria that know all about me are my brother, and my best friend Elspeth. That being said, I’m rather open to questions so if you see me in public and want to know more about a specific sliver of my life, just ask! I’ll do my best to answer.

Asked by Fans

Are you literate? Have you been to school?

- I can definitely read and write, as most if not all Sylvari can do that from emergence, and… does the Dream count as schooling? I know learning from Mentors does, but I feel like I learned more from the Dream than I ever did from my mentor - sorry, Maeryn, but it’s true!

What’s the eeriest prediction you made that later came true?

- I don’t think I’ve made any predictions like that, it’d be handy if I could, though… I wish I could’ve predicted the attack on the Grove during the World Summit… if we were prepared… maybe, just maybe Mother wouldn’t have been so grievously injured…

What is something that you were embarrassingly late in realizing?

- I partially understood how the other races weren’t born from pods, but what I didn’t know was the process of mammalian conception and live birth, until a kind Asura explained it to me during a stay in Divinity’s Reach. Hi, Quizz! Hope you’re well!

Do you have mental health or physical issues?

- Hoo boy, where to start… Anxiety and a bit of depression, mostly. Not being on the scene in time to help defend mother during the Shadow of Mordremoth’s attack… it really hit my self-esteem, so now, whenever I’m too late to save an innocent life, it… it haunts me for days…

What is your current main goal?

- My current goal is to protect the people of Tyria and help them in whatever way I can. It may or may not be a compulsion that I get from being Branded, but I’d likely do that anyway without the compulsion, so it works out.

Choices

Drinks or food?

- Drinks! Nothing like a good glass of Nectar after a long day of doing good things!

Cats or dogs?

- Dogs. Sylvan hounds. Specifically the puppies... I need to visit Danador’s Kennel again!

Early bird or night owl?

- Definitely a Night Owl! Which makes sense because of my Cycle. I thrive in the Evenings!

Optimist or Pessimist?

- My friends have never known me to be anything but optimistic in all my endeavors, and I certainly don’t plan to stop now!

Sassy or Sarcastic?

- Ooh, hard choice… they both have their merits… can I say “both”? Is that okay? I honestly can’t choose with this one!

Have you ever…

Been caught sneaking out?

- Of a Nightmare Camp? Yes. On several occasions, actually. I got a lot better at not being caught after I joined the Order of Whispers. Mostly because I didn’t have Ellie to help distract my foes so I could make an escape, if I was caught. Which I wasn’t! Not after Whispers.

Broken a bone?

- Never! Not even during Dragonstorm! Rather lucky on that front, my Priory friend lost her whole arm! Hi, Vledda!

Received flowers?

- No. Grown several myself, though.

Ghosted someone?

- Like, turned them into a ghost? Probably several people.

Pretended to laugh at a joke you didn’t get?

- Oh, plenty, when I was a sapling. I understood humor more and more as I kept living.

And there you have it! I tag @moonlit-grove again because I want Sitheach Lore, dang it!

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[fyeahnevilleslongbottomsocs]

YOUR FINGERPRINTS ON MY SKIN, A PAINFUL REMINDER! ⚰️ CAN BE READ ON AO3

❝Catherine Cullen, born out of wedlock to the late Carlisle Cullen and Elspeth Fynch, struggled to live in the village that had ostracized her since birth. At nineteen, her only chance for survival is to sell her body; ironically this is what leads to her mortal demise. Aristide Athanasiou of the Volturi, finds a Blood Singer in the form of Catherine Cullen after intending to kill her, but he spares her. And he spares her over and over again until the painful reminder of her beating fragile heart becomes too much for him to bear.❞

part of PETALS FOR ARMOR a twilight au series of one-shots! please read tags before reading the one-shot!

warnings: mild smut, blood kink ( ??? im not sure about this but just in case ), prostitution, possessive behaviour

pairing(s): OC/OC | Carlisle Cullen/OC ( past relationship )

characters: catherine cullen ( oc ) | aristide athanasiou ( oc ) | aro ( mentioned ) | carlisle cullen ( mentioned ) | elspeth fynch ( oc )

click on ‘keep reading’ if you prefer to read this one-shot on here instead of on ao3!

RED EYES BURN into her pale freckled skin, they belong to a young man of the name Aristide. Catherine Cullen doesn't have to turn around to know it's him, he's the only one who ever looks at her. Her freckled skin and long messy, matted strawberry-blonde hair made her less than attractive compared to the other women in the area, and, of course, there was the fact she was a bastard child. None of the local men wanted her and the village scarcely brought in travelers. Catherine loosens the buttons on her late husband's old white blouse, exposing her the chest before turning around. The young woman nearly gasps when she sees that Aristide is standing right behind her. She had expected him to be across the street, where he normally waited, every night that she came to these parts for the past month and a half. If she thought about it, she would reckon that it was unusual, scarcely any traveler stayed this long but he paid her well so who was Catherine to complain.

She clutches her chest inhaling sharply. Before she can scold him for startling her, Aristide reaches up in a swift movement and brushes over her bruised cheek "My sweet singer, what harm as befallen thy cheek," He questions her in honey-coated voice, his fingers are freezing against her skin but it feels good against her throbbing cheek. Sometimes Catherine thinks that Aristide feels to cold to be truly alive. He was a strange young man, the strangest she had ever encountered.

"It is nothing, Aristide, merely Pastor Cullen," Catherine says, "He does detest me so, and with his old age —"

"You should forbear attending —"

"You know that I cannot do that, Aristide," Catherine says fiercely, more fiercely than she intends to. The last thing she needs to do is scare of the only paying customer she has but that place meant so much to her mother. Even though Pastor Cullen had always treated her and her mother terribly, her mother, Elspeth Fynch, had insisted that they go as often as they could. Her mother had said that the place was very important to her late father, Carlisle Cullen. 

"He is old, Aristide. I have heard gossip that he is appointing a new pastor soon."

"Has thou? I am sure it shall be his son, that cannot be much better," Aristide says, sarcasm dripping from his tone and he's met with a solemn look.

"Afraid not, his son went missing nearly twenty years ago," Catherine says quietly, "On one of those vampire hunts, his father planned . . . No one knows what happened to him, we do not talk about it but I have heard many good things about the man."

Her mother had talked highly of him, Carlisle this and Carlisle that, was what had filled Catherine's childhood. Her father was all her mother talked about, his death had left a hole in Elspeth's chest and if he had not died than nobody would have known that Catherine was born out of wedlock and she wouldn't be facing the poverty that she is now. And perhaps her mother would not have perished so brutally upon that pyre all those years ago. Talking about Carlisle Cullen now did nothing but leave a bitter taste in Catherine's mouth. 

Aristide frowns, he wonders if it's possible that the missing man had found real vampires and if he did that would mean, he's still around somewhere. Aristide had not sensed any in the area but there are plenty of sewers that they can hide in here. He pulls Catherine closer, she was his and his alone. Aristide had been passing through London when he seen her wandering the streets late at night, in need of money for medicine. In fact, Aristide had not met a single supernatural creature in this town, not even a witch and they were almost everywhere. Although just because he had not sensed another vampire around, it doesn't mean they weren't there, they could have easily found a mundane scent to cover theirs up, the son she spoke of could still be around, hidden in the shadows, it would make sense as to why his father had survived so long without a single uprising to his medieval ways. This son could be hidden somewhere, anywhere in this village which means Aristide would have to keep a closer watch on Catherine.

He had not meant to grow so attached to Catherine, he usually killed his blood-singers hours after encountering them but for some odd reason he found himself besotted with Catherine. Aristide had know her for a month or so by now. It started on a night quite like this and her alluring scent sang to him, her scent was much better than her appearance, she had been near this exact spot looking for anyone willing to pay her for sexual favours. He had given her the money in exchange for her to come back to his home where she believed that they would have sex but he had other plans. Catherine was supposed to be his dinner that night but as soon as the door closed behind her and he moved to pounce, she kissed him hard against his open mouth. The very same mouth that had been seconds away tearing through her jugular and draining her of her life. After that Aristide couldn't bring himself to kill her, he let her kiss him hard over and over, pressing hot and wet kisses on his mouth and down to his neck. It ignited a feeling in him he hadn't felt in centuries and he knew he had to keep her around, for the past month he's been coming to this dump of town just to see her night after night. Some nights, she wasn't there because she had made enough money to pay for the medicine of the little girl that lived near her. Aristide doesn't understand why she bothers to work so hard for someone that isn't herself but he's grown to adore it because that means she has to be here to do it.

Catherine presses a clammy hand to his face "Aristide, are you alright? You have grown tense . . . Have I done something to upset you?"

"No, my sweet singer, I am cold, it has naught to try with you." Aristide says, pressing a kiss to her forehead with causes her to shiver.

"Indeed, you are freezing . . . Shall we go back to your place and warm ourselves up," Catherine offers, pushing herself against Aristide's cold body. She looks up at him through her pale lashes, his red gaze is hot, it feels as though it's burning straight through to her wicked soul.

"That sounds enchanting, ma chérie," Aristide says smoothly, whispering in her ear. And off they go, arm in arm to Aristide's 'place' hardly a block away.

Unlike the last few times, Catherine does not throw herself on him immediately after the door closes behind her and as much as he'd love to see her naked body writhing with pleasure and bathed in the candle light, he assumes she's grown fond of him; she must trust him now. He licks his lower lip, it was naïve of her to trust him but something about the thought of earning her misplaced trust excited him.

He lights the candles and she sits down on his bed, technically not his bed but the person who owned it before he killed them, but Catherine doesn't need to know that. He smiles at her and she smiles back at him albeit a bit hesitantly, her heart speeds up and he wonders why — could it be she possibly fancies him?

Catherine's desperate, desperate enough to give her body time and time again to a man she's quite certain is the devil. He has red eyes and he's perfectly perfect and oh so tempting. There is no way that Aristide is human but she never dwells on it for long, she needs the money. Agatha is sick and her parents are even sicker, Agatha relies on her, Catherine couldn't let her down and she doesn't care if she's sinning or not.

He stalks towards her slowly and comes to a stop between her legs, he lifts her head up with a finger and leans down to kiss her, slowly but passionately. Her heart skips a beat as she kisses him back, she reaches up and wraps her arms around his neck, he snakes his arms around her waist. Aristide starts trailing kisses down her mouth to her neck, allowing her to catch her breath as he didn't need to stop to do that. He kisses her neck, finding her pulse-point with ease, he kisses the spot again and again, then he gently drags his teeth against her skin which elicits a quiet moan from her. So unaware how close she is to death, he pulls away to study her, her eyes are closed and her pink lips are swollen. Freckles coat her face as well as her exposed shoulders, Aristide is sure that every inch of her is covered in freckles, making her look like a constellation in the sky.

Catherine lies down on the bed, she smiles up Aristide as she slowly begins to untie her dress, he reciprocates her smile as he begins to unbutton his petticoat. By time he's pulled his blouse of, she's untied her outer-layer corset, she shivers again and he wonder if his home is really that cold. He, of course, wouldn't truly notice.

"It is cold in here," Catherine whispers, her pale face flushed, as her thin fingers begin to remove her blouse, Aristide can see that they're trembling and he frowns. He had forgotten how sensitive humans were to temperatures.

"Keep it on, my sweet singer, you will be warmer that way," Aristide says, and it will be easier for her to leave quickly in case something goes wrong. He unbuckles his trousers, Catherine hums in response abandoning her attempt to undress herself and instead busies herself with watching him, she takes in his too perfect features, his long black curls which were pulled back with a thin white lace. His pale skin seems to glimmer in the light of the candles, he was heavenly-looking, almost god like. But every moment with him felt like a sin.

Once Aristide has kicked off his trousers, he crawls over her and listens to her heartbeat race. He settles himself between her legs and pushes her long skirt down to her waist to expose her thin and freckled legs. They're covered in bruises especially her thighs, and they're all from him, as gentle as he tries to be with her he always leaves evidence of his strength. He tugs off her undergarments, his calloused fingertips brushing against her inner most thighs as he does so.

She hisses at the harsh coolness but arches her hips towards him nevertheless, He smirks at her and says "Eager are we now, ma chérie?"

Catherine nods her head, whimpering. Playing it up because she just wanted to get this over with, she doesn't hate it and she quite enjoys their time together but she wishes he would be quicker. She just needed the money, Agatha is relying on her. If they got this done with quicker, she could probably get home in time to make some soup for Agatha and her parents. Aristide was the only good man she had ever been with, outside of her marriage, but this was never about good, this was about survival for not only herself but those she cared about. It was nothing more than that.

He chuckles, grabbing her legs and pulling her close. Their hips meet and Catherine shivers violently at the feeling of his freezing body pressed against her already cold one, Aristide hushes her, stroking her cheek in a gentle manner as he tells her to sit up. Catherine does as he asks, they're so close their bodies were practically one. Although she, herself, felt cold, to him she felt like a raging fire against his own cold, undead skin.

His finger traces her lips before pulling her into a bruising kiss, she hisses against his lips but the hiss turns into a pained moan as he thrusts into her. He's careful as he can be, she's a delicate flower compared to him and he could easily kill her this way. He pulls away from her, muttering "You're beautiful," against her bruised cheek. How he longs to taste her blood, her skin itself was surprisingly sweet and he's sure that her blood is even sweeter.

"Thank you, sir," She mumbles, bucking her hips into his. Quiet pants and moans escape her chapped, swollen lips. She grips her skirt tightly, her eyes screwed shut and Aristide watches her every expression with keen interest from the smallest twitch of her eyebrows to more noticeable action of her mouth falling open as louder moans fall from her lips. He's learned to let her do most of the moving because it results in less bruising, at first he didn't care but as their intimate encounters grew closer together, he had grown fond of her and her safety.

He gently moves his hands so they're entangled in her hair, he pulls on her matted locks slightly. Her strawberry-blonde hair appears almost golden in the glow of the candles. If she had the ability to take care of herself, she would have been breathtaking. Catherine, in Aristide's opinion was unique for a mortal. He could give her the power to be so much more than that, he had thought about it for an agonising amount of time. But, Aristide had never turned someone before, it was usually Aro who did that and Aristide had went alone this time around. 

Her heart pounds loudly, mocking him and his cowardice. He was afraid to turn her, he could kill her instead and for the first time in his immortal life, Aristide did not want to kill. He thought about bringing her to Volterra but he thought it unlikely that Aro would turn her, Catherine appeared to be lacking a gift, in other words, useless to Aro. But, she meant everything to Aristide. 

His name is whimpered, as he tugs a little harder on her hair, Catherine's hips press into his. Momentum is growing, a feeling akin to being alive grows inside him, Aristide moans lowly. He swallows the venom pooling his mouth and presses his lips to her shoulder, over and over and over, slowly moving up to her jawline.

After a few minutes, her moans get louder and her legs start to shake but Catherine does not cum. Typically the mortal doesn't last this long but Aristide had taken it slower tonight, mostly lost in his thoughts. But now, it was getting harder for him to ignore his bloodlust, he trusts into her hoping that it would be enough to push her over the edge but it's not. All he earns in a loud, pained moan and then she bites down on her lip hard and draws blood which is enough to send him spiraling over the edge. He inhales sharply as he does his best to restrain himself, he grips her skirt so tight that it tears. Aristide doesn't want to kill her, she's too precious, too good to be killed no matter how good her blood smells.

He pulls away from her, stumbling backwards and he hears her whine quietly as she sits up. She goes to ask for her pay but she falls short upon seeing the ravenous look on his face, her grin turns into an uneasy frown "Aristide, are you alright, have I done something wrong?" 

"Get out," He hisses, he wants nothing more to tear her apart, he wants to completely destroy her just for a drop of her precious blood, "Get out now!"

Catherine scrambles out of his bed, looking terrified out of her wits as apologies profusely fall from her lips, she tries to move closer to him but he throws the first thing he can grab — a pot — in her direction and he screams "GET OUT!"

For a moment, Aristide expects her to flee, he hopes that she will but Catherine surprises him and she stays. Stupid, foolish girl. 

Her eyes, blue as Aristide remembers the Mediterranean Sea to be, are wide with fear. Her bloodied lower lip is quivering but she stands motionless and determined. And although, Aristide would never raise a hand to her, he understands why the pastor raises his hand to her; she doesn't seem to obey what she's been told to do. 

"The money," Catherine says, trying and failing to keep her meek voice steady, "I did what you wanted me to do, if you're done I would like my pay." 

A thin line of blood trickle down her lip and onto her chin, his red eyes zero in on it. Catherine's words become lost to him, her pounding heart is all that Aristide can hear and he can no longer control himself. He lunges, she screams. 

He takes her out easily, his teeth tear into her jugular with ease, her scream becomes muffled by the blood filling her mouth, some of it splatters against Aristide's pale cheeks. It tastes much better than he ever imagined, Catherine was not the first Blood Singer he had encountered the many centuries he had been alive but she was by far his favourite. 

Her hand slams against his chest in a feeble attempt to fight him off but all she gains is a broken wrist. The snapping of her bones brings Aristide back to reality, he remembers that he doesn't want to kill her and with great difficulty he pulls himself away from her. Catherine screams meekly, her voice hoarse already, blood pools out of her mouth as she rolls onto her side and curls into herself. Her small frame trembles violently with every sound, the venom spreads through her veins like a forest fire, she has no idea what's happening.

Aristide watches with keen interest, he had seen Aro turn lots of people but it seems different now, a whole new experience for his old soul. Every tremble and every scream from her excites him. 

"Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop," Catherine screams over and over, she grits her teeth together after every word, eyes squeezing shut as she hugs herself around her middle, writhing violently on the wood floor, her words fade from harsh and hoarse screams to a soundless chant. 

Aristide reaches out, brushing her hair out of her face, she looks at him with complete and utter betrayal, she whispers a plea for him to put her out of her misery. He doesn't, his bright red eyes zero in on the bite he left on her neck. It was not as clean as Aro's and it would leave a nasty scar, Aristide thinks that it will look much better than the bruises of his fingerprints ever did on her. His bloodied lips pull into a satisfied smirk, she was his forever now. 

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