But even as Matthew absentmindedly reached for his flask and took a glance at Cordelia's face from the corner of his eyes he knew that was a lie. This was soley a mission of protection and honor. He was simply here to protect Cordelia from any harm that may come to her tonight as any good upstanding Parabatai would do for their blood brothers partner. It was not his place to be courting his parabatai's soon to be wife no matter the circumstance of their emgamemt. He could show her all his favorite haunts of London, a satue garden or even take her to a Mundane theatre to see a production of The Importance of Being Earnest. Perhaps maybe she would want more of the world after tonight. The thought excited him, walking Cordelia into the Hell Ruelle and introducing her to all his favorite corners and mates. Not only help them but guide them into a world he so loved. He could never help himself and it occured to him that he may be in the unique position to help someone else. Familiar, the boy in the painting was familiar.īut most of all Matthew wanted to help her. The last painting was of the youngest boy, staring at it, Y/N felt a weird sensation in her stomach, one in which she hadn’t felt before. Further down the corridor where more paintings of the family, they seemed happy, Y/N thought. Y/N felt a smile of her own grow as she stared at the painting. The painting showed a gold crown sat upon the father’s head, the youngest boy in his father’s arm reaching up to touch the crown. A family once lived here a father, mother and two boys. Y/N’s small eyes took in every detail of the portraits on the wall. Y/N flew down the hallway, lighting up the dark corridor as she went. A white light swoosh past Jungkook’s eyes. It was dried blood, Jungkook could tell from where he stood. Jungkook could feel bile rise in his throat as the floor towards the main entrance was a dark brown it stood out against the gold flooring. The furniture had been destroyed, burnt to black. “What happened here?” Jungkook whispered, peering over the balcony looking at the ground floor.
Her head only reminds her how disgraceful that behaviour is. Suddenly,when the moon reveals itself trough clouds Alcina decides to stand up and drink some more. The blood she drunk is restoring her body-structures and organs, but she has no urgency of breathing. she was unable to say a single word about anything.
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If she peeled her skin maybe she would find crystals, something more noble than that rotten corpse that she is.That numb in her mind. Maybe that inflicted pain is the proof she has a heart,but one that does not pump anymore. The lady of the castle try to sit on chair made of iron spines in order to feel something different.
If the vampire had a heart she probably would ripped it off her chest. That disgusting human stole the body of her angels after the fight.
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Alcina put her head under the blood line in a tub full of sanguine Virginis than she walks out the door. A long,red,solitary tear run from her eyes to her neck all the way down that white, burned and ripped dress she loves so much. A dead woman rotten to the core clearly belonged to a place with that aura.
When that forgotten-by-Gods village had a night with a full moon and shining stars? Something that was remotely.nice? Alcina was devastated by Ethan's murder of her daughters, she managed to survive by pure accident and the basements smell so good, that place looks so inviting and tempting: darkness, loneliness, silence.
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