Memento Mori
Death comes to all
The Vampire §

he Reaper

Jul

absence-sybil:

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            “—- that’s incredible. And I thought my century and a half of
                  learning was impressive— well my father has been around
                  longer, but we’re all in our hundreds. I’ve never met another
                  vampire as old as you are.”

      She gives him a look that hints that she doesn’t buy his 
      statement for one second, and smile amusedly.

            “—- we both know you are fully aware of how useful you are.”

      “Your father?”

            It was a polite prompt. He
            knew of Carlisle Cullen, but
            not well enough to be confident.

          A brief smile flirts across his
          lips.

      “Well, yes. But erring on the side
        of modesty never hurt anyone.”

18 hours ago reblog
31
Jul

Tag a few of your friends and make them fill in this form!
For the mun only!

Tagged by:absence-sybil

Name: Lina
Age: 21
Birthday: February 27
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual 
Height: 5” 4’
Blog(s): ill-omens, gemini-strife (this one isn’t open yet shhh)
FC (if you have any): I don’t have one

Tagged: ofviolentdeathclarkejames 

19 hours ago reblog
37
Jul

ofviolentdeath:

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"The keres tend to have
dulled emotions. It makes
it easier to do our jobs.
Most are consumed by
blood lust and a desire
to ruin everything. It’s
part of why I left. I could
feel. I had guilt. All lives
have bright spots. There
is balance in all things.”

    “Ahhh, I see now.” 

     ”I had wondered why
      a Keres was spending
      so much time topside. 
      And what, if I may ask,
      are your bright spots?

19 hours ago reblog
26
Jul

ofviolentdeath:

"I’ll take what I can
get.”

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"I wouldn’t know. Never
was human so I do not
understand the way they
experience things. But, it
is good you have bright
spots.”

     ”I can’t imagine that they
      experience things too 
      terribly different than you
      do. Anything with enough
      intelligence knows what
      it is to love something of
      their own kind, or the 
      pain of how it is to lose
      them. I’m sure even you
      have bright spots.” 

3 days ago reblog
26
Jul

ofviolentdeath:

"That makes is sound
almost like you care.”

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"I’ll add that to my ever
growing list of reasons
I’m glad I was never
human.”

    “Almost.” 

    “I can’t say it was all terrible. 
     My memory of those years
     is faded, but I do remember
     a few bright points.” 

3 days ago reblog
26
Jul

ofviolentdeath:

"Told you I’d be fine."

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"Certain spells and poisons.
I have two scars from one
injury. That’s it.”

     ”Yes you did. And I’m
       still allowed to be glad
       you’re alright.” 

     ”Hmmm. I’ve found that I don’t
      scar easily either. Though by
      some misfortune I’ve retained
      the ones I had when I was Human.”

3 days ago reblog
26
Jul

clayundermyfingernails:

               ”It’s what I see. That’s all.” Tisha wasn’t expecting glowing praise - it wasn’t the most flattering likeness she could’ve made. If she wanted to, she could’ve settled down with a lump of clay and conjured a perfect picture of him, down to the wrinkles around his eyes - but that wasn’t what she had stuck in her mind.
               She saw elegant brutality, viciousness in the shape of humanity, something exceptional and eldritch. That was what had left a stamp on her mind, that was what needed to be put down in stone.
              “If it’s so disappointing, you don’t need to take it. But I don’t want it, it’s done, so feel free. Maybe you can use it as a paperweight.”

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     ”It would be a waste of
      glass for you to throw
      it out. I suppose I have
      enough room in my work
      space for it somewhere.”

               He tucks it securely into 
               his bag as he speaks, 
               rearranging things so 
               the sculpture is well protected.

     ”While I’m here, I have a few
       questions for you, if you
       don’t mind. Consider this
       a follow-up.” 

3 days ago reblog
11
Jul

ofviolentdeath:

"Wouldn’t be the first time."

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"Of course I did. Normal
bullets don’t even leave
scars.”

     ”Well, I’m glad you’re
       unharmed, then.” 

     ”Does that mean there’s
      a type of weapon that
      would leave a scar?” 

3 days ago reblog
26
Jul

ofviolentdeath:

A small smile eased over
her lips and she counted
it as a victory.

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"At this rate, I might
be able to coax a
smile from you.”

     ”We’ll see how the 
       night goes.” 

     ”I trust you healed well?” 

3 days ago reblog
26
Jul

clayundermyfingernails:

Tisha just rolled her eyes and knelt down to pull a piece off of a shelf - she pulled away the cloth covering it and smiled. It was his face, mirror-shine and black stone, teeth like an angler fish, eyes laid from cloudy blue beach-glass, carved to the right shape and carefully placed into the face. A stunning likeness from a head that was used to translating what she saw, if not a photo-accurate one.
                     ”It’s yours, if you want it. I can’t exactly sell it, I don’t out folks.”

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            He takes it into his hands. 
            Brushing his fingers over
            the raised detail of his 
            likeness, the smoothness
            of those glass eyes and 
            the lethal mimicry of his
            fangs. 

            It throws his mind back to
            Obsidian, of the few times
            he had held such fragile,
            curiously sharp glass. The
            sculpture was a good deal
            heavier, but no less transfixing.

            William noticed a moment too
            late that he had been silent
            for a moment too long. 

     ”This looks nothing like me.
       Is it supposed to?” 

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