Fantasy The City of Myths

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Isabelle

She just sighed as she just yawned a little bit frustrated a bit why she didn't realize that she was living with her sister she looked at her picture as she was bored' fine i'll meet you at your house later okay miss Rosarie don't work to hard okay is big brother not coming back i miss him' she text her as she just put her headphones on' why did big brother had to leave i thought he was going to help me with homeschooling' she thought as she went to the forest as she smiled she liked helping and communicate with animals' i wish i can talk' she thought feeding the animals Charcoal_Lilly50​

 

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Tyr stood at the bridge, breathing in the salty air. He looked out at the river beneath him. He pulled back his hood and gulped. This was it. He was going to end it. More importantly, he was going back to Jay. Climbing up on top of the guard rail, he held into a wire, and closed his eyes.
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melios had soon enough finished with his work and ended up sneaking off before his manager noticed anything. having snuck away melios was making his way towards the bridge now as he wanted his freedom from work. he had a habit of running away sometimes. the alien disguised as human came upon the sight of tyr right in front of him with wide eyes seeing as he was too close to the edge standing on the rail. he hadn't a clue if tyr was planning what it looked like but either way he didn't want to see this man get hurt. stepping a bit closer he looked up with those strange sunset colored eyes of his and climbed up over the railing himself quickly before pushing tyr backwards so he would fall flat on his ass. he narrowed his eyes with a hand on his hip pursing his lips. "i have no idea what you were thinking,but...you shouldn't go around doing dangerous stuff like that."

 

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Mortimer Voltaire
He spent the early morning, partially in a light, dreamless doze. Half strewn over his bed, one sock off and lacking bits and pieces of attire. Alas, there was a rattle of the doorhandle downstairs. Voltaire sitting up slowly. He peered from the doorway of hid room as the rattling intensified before pausing. "Rosaria?" The vampire called, descending into the hallway. After no response he began forward. "Kingsley?" Still nothing. Mortimer lay his cold hand upon the metal latch, pulling it open. There was nobody. Not a peep. About to step away, he noted a shimmer of black in the corner of his peripheral vision. In a sudden leap, hands wrapped around his throat from the small ledge of an archway over the door. Stumbling back instinctively, he pulled the creature with him.

It's face was a twisted pool of shadows and teeth - yet even more dangerous yet, was the silver. As if molten, the pieces of metal swelled and flowed within the gruesomely liquid shape of the lesser demon. His skin burnt as if on fire, leaving two clean imprints of malformed palms and thin, rakish, fingers. Gasping in pain, Mortimer struck forward with his feet - which passed through the substance of the monster to no effect. The stench of burnt flesh getting worse. Voltaire used his fists to punch and wrench apart the snapping jaws, slicing his hands and digits but making a headway as suddenly the hellish thing let him go with a scream of agony.

Cradling his throat, Mort wheezed momentarily as he scrambled to his feet. Facing the beast off, to no avail as it reeled back for another attack. Grunting in the effort he launched toward a sidetable, digging through the contents to grasp rosary beads and wooden cross. Alas, it thankfully had an effect - but not for long as it wound a long tendril around his ankle. Pale flesh blistering as it had upon his neck - like flames had kissed him. Again holding the christian symbol, the vampire chanted a latin biblical passage (one of the few he'd memorised from his youth). The lesser entity began to screech, a noise which stretched his ear drums thin. Blood beginning to trickle down the side of his left cheekbone as ultimately it popped and deafened him. Their shouting match continued as he drove the demon back into the sunlight - where alike the vampire himself - it began to sizzle and squirm. Dashing away in the heat of its rays; not fast enough for it to turn to ash. Falling back on his doorstep, Mortimer heaved and winced.

From across the street he noted it. Dark coat, blonde wisps of hair escaping a flat cap. Kingsley. His orbs narrowed, into a heated crimson. There a things men should avoid, something untold to Mortimer in his younger years - and that was covens and cults are dangerous to play around in. ​

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Silas Blackwood
"I knew it'd be a mushroom." He remarked, playfully rolling his eyes. "What about a middle name perhaps? Just for tradition. I was thinking Keziah. Pass it down." Silas suggested, gazing at the tiny infant whilst holding Avery in his arms. The nymph stroked the baby's cheek with a wide smile. "Look at him. What a little man, he'll grow up into a good lad. I can feel it in my bones." Blackwood kissed Krystellia for the second time. Something like celebrating victory - a new life. Success. Drawing his fingertips over the wisps of blue hair he sighed happily. "On that note, we'd better get you and this kiddo fed. I can imagine everyone being taxed enough to work up an apetite."
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Texangamer N Nonexisting

Hassan Al-Zahrani
"حسن الزهراني"
[Returning Soon]​

 

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Suddenly, the elf ceased her walking. A pit formed in her stomach. Fear had struck her very core. But why? She'd soon find out, as Hoot flew overhead. Screeching in distress. Something was wrong, very wrong. Then an energy wave hit Rosaria like a bus. There was a demon around, one she was not familiar with. "Mortimer!" The though occurred to her, what if he was in danger? "No! Oh please no!" Without much concern she threw her jacket off and to the ground as her large wings spread from her back. For everyone to see.

But now was not the time for worrying about what they all thought! There was danger somewhere! Taking to the air she looked at her feathered friend, "Hoot! Lead the way!" With a screech the owl took off, Rosaria following close behind.

In the matter of seconds, she could hear it. The shouting and the screeching. And then to her horror, she saw it. "Mortimer!" Her scream matched her horrified expression as she witnessed the end of the fight. The demon turning to ashes, and a badly wounded Mortimer collapsed in his doorway. Rosaria's decent was quick and her running quicker as she ran to her love. "Mortimer!"

Dropping on her knees she carefully pulled him into her lap, wings and arms wrapping around him to hold him close. And she wept. As the halfling wept strong healing magic began to pour from her body, mending and healing the man. Only stopping once every inch of him was restored back to normal, even his damaged eardrums. But in doing so, weakened her. Though Rosaria didn't care, she just wanted him to live. Or else she did not know how she'd continue on living herself. It'd all be meaningless. When her magic had done its job, the elf pulled Mortimer back into his home carefully.

Though before she could close the door, she saw him. The vampire with blonde hair that she had met the night before. This was all because of him, it was his fault that Mortimer was attacked so brutally in broad daylight. A growl arose in her throat, a growl that was inhuman. "Stay put." Rosaria told Mortimer as she stepped outside, closing the door behind her. Not wanting him to see what was about to happen to her. The demon's breaking point was nearing, very quickly.

"You!" When she spoke, it sounded as if a thousand different voices spoke as well. Flames erupted from her body, enveloping her, and her horns sprouted from their place on her head. Slowly, her eyes started to turn yellow. "Foul night creature! Sending demons to do your dirty work! What gives you the right to commit such heinous acts towards another!" Drawing her sword from the place on her hip as she made her way over to the vampire. Fury flowed through her demonic form. Fury for Kingsley for hurting the only person she loved. The flames grew more intense the closer she got. "I shall cut you down to size for what you have done! The flames of hell show no mercy to anyone! Just as I shall not show mercy to any of you vile beings who dare to come near Mortimer in anyway!" Raising her sword she pointed the blade towards him, it too was engulfed in fire.
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[Texangamer]

Isabelle

She wasn't feeling too good she just sat in the forest feeding the animals as she looked around she hasn't been homeschooled yet she just been doing her own thing she don't really listen to anyone she just sighed she was in her hideout she was heating up a bit she just sighed she wanted her big Brother back she been pretty much lonely the past few days the only time she hangs out with anyone when Rosaria comes home she loves her cooking​

 

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Mortimer Voltaire
He was dazed and aching, but what shocked him more was the fact Rosaria appeared from nowhere, there to cradle his head and pull him (somewhat) against her. The healing magic of the elf overrode the vampire's own restorative mechanisms (which took longer on wounds from silver or sunlight, granted). With her crying into him Mortimer blinked rapidly and held her face. Half-deaf for a second more, the poor man was beyond bewildered. "I'm alright! It's alright! Takes more than a burn or two to kill me." He exclaimed hurriedly. Yet before he knew it, Voltaire was half dragged inside the entranceway of his home. "Darling, I really am fine-" The halfling was a whirlwind as she leapt up again, closing the door behind her in attempt to chase Kingsley or kill him - the latter seeming more appropriate for her current state.

Of course, to stay where he was would be insane. He was compelled to wrench open the front door, as dizzy and disorientated as he was. "ROSARIA!" He called, a bellow of heaven-splitting volume. And Kingsley? He remained quiet, facing away till his shoulders began to shake. Turning to face the elf with a chuckle. "My, aren't you a demon doing Mortimer's dirty work? Can you complain about us when you're a hypocrite?" Kingsley smoothed down his neat coat, letting out an amused sigh. "This doesn't concern you, half-bred. Ah, but maybe it shall. Seducing a coven member till he decides to leave after everything he's done? Now, that must be a powerful spell you've used, demon."

Mortimer drew a hand over his pained expression, yet Kingsley had already pulled out a leatherbound book and licked his fingertip to leisurely flick through the pages. A low, latin stream of words leaving his lips in a way which felt as if forming a rope, winding around Rosaria. Now Mortimer wasn't a fan of guns. He only had one Lee-Enfield rifle from his resistance work in France, which he now dragged off the wall and scrabbled above the cabinet for the old bullets. The kind of quick thinking that could backfire (quite literally as the firing mechanism hadn't been used in an age, which endangered the factor that it would quite literally blast his hands to pieces). Thrusting them in the rusty chamber, he took to kneel, hands gliding over the varnished wood whilst he remembered the days they hunted Nazi's like fat pheasants.

Pulling the trigger - with a momentary delay, it tore through Kingsley's chest - not through the heart but enough to disrupt him and drop the book in his hands. Eyes flashed crimson as the blonde-haired vampire ducked from view of both demon and his adversary. Blood puddling around his footsteps whilst he raced off - Mortimer put the firearm down before grabbing his coat haphazardly and lifting it partially over his head. "Rosaria!" He again called, running toward her, scooping up Kingsley's book he'd dropped in the moment. It's pages slightly stained with that dark crimson. ​

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"It is not dirty work nor is there any magic spell casted on him!" The halfling snapped ferociously at the vampire that she now stood only a few feet from. "You tried to kill the most important person in my life, the one person that I would do anything to protect.... And for that you must suffer!" Rosaria had lost it. Taking to the air a bit she raised her sword, and charged Kingsley. Out for his head. It was the only way she could rid of him. But before she could do her deed, she froze in mid air. Those blessed words.

In a thousand different voices, all at once, the half demon screamed in agony. Hell fire vanishing in thin air leaving herself open. The prayer that was being recited held her. Bound by it as if it were rope, a noose around her neck. It hurt gravely. The pressure they had on her head felt like an elephant had just sat on her, and was making itself comfortable. Dropping her sword Rosaria pressed her hands to her ears in a desperate attempt to block it out. But it was no use. Ringing and pressure continued to build up in her head the more Kingsley spoke in the dead language. If it continued, it could probably kill her. She continued to grow weaker and weaker. Then suddenly, there was a bang. And the prayer stopped, therefore releasing the young woman.

Alas, her strength had depleted greatly between healing Mortimer and the prayers that subdued the monster that had released itself in the form of a demon. After Kingsley ran off the elf dropped from the sky like the swallow she shot down that day in the forest. Wings and horns vanishing when she hit the pavement. Rosaria was not dead, thankfully the fall was only a few feet. But was physically and mentally drained. Thus causing her blackout. Laying on the ground with only enough energy to keep everything inside of her operating. Though she did not go unwounded. Blood slowly dripped from the sides of her head, arms, and legs from cuts and scrapes the obtained after hitting the ground.

Hoot, having seen what had happened, flew down to Mortimer. Perched on his shoulder the owl spread his wings. Giving some aided shade and protection to the vampire that had helped his companion.
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Mortimer Voltaire
Her screams caused him great distress, although the tumble from the sky was something which incited fear and melancholy, paining his poor dead heart. Mortimer turned to her, glancing momentarily to the weight on his shoulder. Hoot. Wings spread, offered Mortimer slight shade but nonetheless it was inevitable that the vampire burnt in the patches of sun as he bundled Rosaria into his arms - vanishing into the house with the halfling.

Opposite to what many might think of a vampire's abode, the victorian building was tidy. Not dingy nor dusty like Count Dracula's castle. If it wasn't for the books (Mortimer practically built his home around books), the place would've spruced up into something sleek. But Mort detested modern houses and the designs of flawless metal and white walls. It had a balanced appearance of an educated man, and a vampire not necessarily up to date but comfortable. Since the spare bedroom was a study after renovations, he swept her up to his own chambers and detatched the owl from his side to watch over the halfling. Again, running downstairs he collected a bowl of warm water, a flannel, and a towel. Alongside a bottle of water and a medical kit he forgot he had. The painkillers appeared still in date though, so the discovery was welcome.

Delicately wiping the crimson off her face, binding up and sticking patches of cotton to her cleaned scrapes, Voltaire did the same to his own wounds. Remaining by her side with a medical supernatural dictionary resting on his lap and a furrowed brow. One hand dedicated to holding hers, whilst his thumb caressed her palm. The melody he hummed on that night returned, but this time he found himself lowly pouring the lyrics into the still air.
"Once was a man
On a dark and cruel road
One freckle, three freckle, four
Once was a man
On a dark and cruel road
Where strangers and brothers
And caravans towed
Troubles and marks and sakes to keep
Blow out the candle and go to sleep

Wife shook with fever
And sick went the air
One freckle, three freckle, four
Wife shook with fever
And sick went the air
He tied her to saddle
'Til thirst took the mare
Troubles and marks and sakes to keep
Blow out the candle and go to sleep"​

 

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Breathing rather slow and swallow breaths the halfling laid limply in Mortimer's arms as he carried her into his home. Hoot though stayed close by Rosaria. After having been detached from the older man's shoulder he found himself perched at the head of the bed. Cooing a rather sad tune as he watched his friend lay there looking rather broken. The poor owl was saddened by the sight, not knowing what extreme lengths this elf would go just to protect the man of night. Even with the threat of heaven being used on her she still tried to fight the prayers to eliminate the monster that almost killed the person she can't live without.

Rosaria was still unconscious when Mortimer returned to his chambers to heal her. The doctor needed medical attention, a tad funny when you thought about it. But not enough to make one laugh. For a while she remained that way. That was, until the vampire sung. Towards the end of it the hand he held twitched slightly, soon followed by a pain filled groan. Then slowly, her blue eye began to open.

"M-Mortimer," she mumbled rather weakly. After her vision became focused she managed to see him clearly, and to see that he was looking better than when she had found him. "Y-you're..ok...." Tear welled in her eyes as she felt a bit of joy, "I'm.. so glad to see that..." When she tired to lift her hand it only made it about a centimeter off the bed before she let out a small hiss of pain. Making her lay her arm back down. Pulse upon pulse of pain waves were sent up and down her body. But she managed to find the strength to smile up at him. "I was so worried...."
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Mortimer Voltaire
He looked up from his book as her eyes slowly inched open, letting a sorrowful smile lift his expression. The book slipped from his lap, falling with a thump as he leant towards her, carefully helping place her hand back against the bed. "Hush - hush." Mortimer softly remarked. Moving closer to place his cool hands upon her forehead and face. "I'm alright. I always find my way out of things." He smiled, leaning in to kiss her lightly on the lips, his fingertips stroked her cheek. "Oh, my pretty darling." He sighed.

Dropping a couple of painkillers in the bottle of water, he shook it up to help them dissolve till sliding his arm beneath her torso and propping her up against his chest. Opening the lid to put it to her mouth. "You're too brave for your own good." The vampire smiled, nuzzling the top of her head. Inhaling the familiar smell of her shampoo. "You should rest, when you're feeling better I'll take you home; stay around a little, help out with Isabelle. You don't have to worry about a thing." He murmured, letting out a light exhale.

Voltaire held her like a piece of exquisite glass. Safe and sure, careful not to let her crack or shatter. She was his, and not a thing would happen to her if he had any say about it. The woman who incited fire in him like he was alive again. The woman he'd made love to under the stars. The woman he would gladly see it all to the end with. His Rosaria.
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At the touch of his hand Rosaria could not help but to smile gently. The light kiss he placed of her lips caused a blush to find its way to her face underneath the bit of dirt had collected on her cheeks. Hearing him speak put her at further ease. Glancing over at Hoot though made her thankful. Thankful to have a friend such as the owl who alerted her of the danger. Even if she had put herself at risk, it was worth it.

Hearing the sound of a cap being twisted she slowly turned her attention to the source. She watched the medicine fall into the bottle before the cap was put back on and shook. Feeling an arm snake under her, Rosaria was rather taken aback when she was pulled up and propped against Mortimer. Though she was happy nonetheless, and drank some of the water from the bottle before gently pushing it back. "I do apologize... for making you worry about me..... But I just couldn't let him get away with what he did.. I was foolish, I know that.. If anything were to have happened to you... I just couldn't live with myself."

However when he spoke of taking her home and only staying awhile another pit formed in her stomach. "I-" Slowly she tilted her head back to look up at Mortimer with worry, "I don't want to let you out of my sight.... Not after this.. One nightmare already came true, and I do not dare to allow another to become a reality......" Painfully she placed a hand on his shoulder, gripping it tightly. "Almost... Almost I could have lost you today because I wasn't around.... I can't let that happen again..."

A small smile formed on her face, probably an attempt to lighten the mood a bit. "Besides..... after my bravery today I have been thrown in the same boat as you.... I was not originally part of it, but I threw myself in anyway... Kingsley realized that I must have been the reason to blame... So more than likely... they'll be after me too..." But this did not bother Rosaria, not in the least. She'd gladly throw herself in the middle of danger for Mortimer. He had opened her heart and sparked this ever burning fire that resided inside. He was hers. And nothing would ever change that.
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Mortimer Voltaire
He screwed the cap back on and placed the bottle on the bedside table, tilting his head forward only to laugh lightly. "I worry about you everytime you leave my sight, Rosalie. This is just a bigger setback." His hand threaded through her soft tresses of red and white. "I know, I know. I would've done the same. You were brave. You cared. That's all I needed." Voltaire inclined his head modestly. Nevertheless, he met her gaze again as she parted her lips for a second time.

Her hand, petite and sweet, squeezed his shoulder. "Then I'll stay with you for however long it takes to make sure you're happy. Whether that be by your bedside or because you've trapped me in a small room." Mortimer chuckled. "And you can't lose me to demons that easy. I had that chap on the run. Just a little burnt here and there, it hurt like hell but I managed it." He reassured. "It always helps I've got my little angel of a woman to help me. Wings to prove it and all." He humorously remarked. Yet at he next statement his face fell. She wouldn't be in danger if it wasn't for him either.

"I should tell you about that. Properly." Mortimer sighed. Leaning back in his chair whilst drawing patterns over Rosaria's hand which grasped him. "Now, as a lone vampire, it can be hard in the beginning. You need support sometimes. I found that in the coven. An organisation founded by disgraced Catholic priests. I was never ... how does one say? Serious about it. Never thought much of it. It was a place to be the creature that desired blood and flesh without being criticised. Now, after I reached over two centuries, and had my fair share of experience - they began asking things of me." Mortimer cleared his throat. "Vampires can breed. It's hard, it's likeliness of happening is one out of four hundred trillion - the odds are stacked high against us. But it doesn't stop some from trying you understand. But to have a purebred vampire? Logically impossible. A female vampire is a dead host for a child, it never works. The coven believes one day it shall, and these ancient vampires, the most matured - should try to attempt. Unfortunately, once you're indoctrinated into the 'Church', you remain part of it for life. And marrying outside of your species is forbidden. I never realised this in my youth."​

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Listening to his sweet words made her feel warmer, fuzzier. And seeing his redwood eyes. It was hard not to blush when she looked into them. With a weak chuckle she nuzzled herself closer to him as he continued to hold her in his arms. Enjoying his presence. At his remark though made her smile up at him. "Then I guess we shall be roommates for a while. I can't let you sleep alone after today. Even in my pitiful state."

However when his expression dropped, Rosaria's attention tuned fully onto Mortimer. Listening intently as he explained what the covenant really was. What they did. And what he was asked off. The more she listened, the more horrified her expression became. "S-so you're treated like- like breeding stock? All for... all for some purebred child? And- and you can't marry anyone who isn't a vampire?" That hit Rosaria like a sack of bricks. A small part of her heart felt as if it were breaking at this newly learned information on what exactly Mortimer was a part of. She could not help but to grow a bit upset over it. It hurt. More than all the physical pain that she was in right now, or felt in her entire life.

Using what little strength she had recovered, the elf pushed the man back onto the bed. As soon as his back hit the mattress Rosaria moved so that she was hovering over him. Holding herself up on her hands and knees which where located on either side of Mortimer. "So what does that mean for us!?" Tears fell from her eyes onto the vampire's face below as she looked down at him. "Does this mean that we can never truly be together? We could never marry if we choose? All because of some group of people simply said no!?" Rosaria was sobbing now, shaking. "I'm scared....... I'm scared of the possibility that we can't ever truly be together.... My heart... it hurts so much just thinking of it." The elf's breathing was ragged through the tears that continued to fall onto Mortimer, she was terrified. "I love you, so much Mortimer.. I can't imagine being without you."
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[Texangamer]

Isabelle

She just got up as she was stretching as she had to leave she just looked around as she was walking around town not sure what to do she looked at hassn phone number as she sighed" when..... broer..... come..... back" she said few words for the first time in a long time she just went back to Rosaria house as she lay on the couch watching tv as she was just eating some candy as she smiled hoping she can see Rosarie that she's her sister' hm maybe i can cook her something maybe cookies' she thought as she went to the kitchean as she knew how to bake cookies she only knew how to make cookies she just made sugar cookies and her favorite Chocolate chip cookies she was happy that she could make something for her as she was humming she couldn't believe she said her first words she was happy that she spoke for the first time in a long time she just mad the cookies by scratch as she was reading a recipe book how to make cookies by scratch it was going to be awesome surprise for Rosarie she didn't know who will homeschool her Hassen promised her that he homeschool but he's not back just yet idalie (if you want to post to her)

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Mortimer Voltaire
"Sweetheart. sweetheart!" He exclaimed, dragged onto the bed and somewhat straddled. "Breeding stock is a little harsh, it's just an insane bunch of latin talking old men!" Mortimer remarked. "Look, I've made mistakes. The coven is more than having children, it's bloody and - a place for lost sinners. I joined it when I was young, lonely and stupid! The coven saved me from ending my own life a thousand or so times!" He did his best to explain. "A silly secret society that got out of hand is all it is."

As her face began to crumple, Mortimer's did too. Her hot, damp tears falling onto his features to roll down his cheeks as if he owned them. The vampire wrapped his arms around confrontational halfling, pulling her into his embrace to rest across his chest and form. His palm desperately stroking her hair as to calm her. "Shh, shh, that's not how it works at all!" He kissed her temple and wettened jaw. "We can marry, we can do anything! Adopt some children if you really desire! The coven doesn't control laws, it's merely ... a little hiccup in the way. They'll just agitate us, which is why I'm going to find a loophole, and I'm going to fix everything. You hear me? I promise that, Rosa. I promise that down to the bottom of my heart. Mort rubbed the heel of his palm up and down the length of her spine calmingly. "Breathe now, breathe. Everything'll be alright." His fingertips wiped her features gently. "I love you too. I love you so much. But no matter what happens, I'll be with you. No man can dictate over a Voltaire. You are the only woman I'll accept. My doctor. My Rosaria." The soothing words escaped his lips in that loving ramble.

"Hush falls the evening
And tickles the bell
One freckle, three freckle, four
Hush falls the evening
And tickles the bell
Love, close your eyes
There are stories to tell
Troubles and marks and sakes to keep
Blow out the candle and go to sleep
I hang the moon that looks to the west
Tied to your pillow and twice ‘round your chest
Should the sky thunder and should the stars mist
Water the branches that sprout from your wrist"

He sang whilst she was clasped to him. Mostly trying to lull her off into a doze or otherwise to try to stop his lover from hurting herself any further than she had. "I'll stay with you, no matter what. Starting from today. Always."
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That little strength she had quickly started to fade the more her tears fell, and the longer she held herself up. Her muscles were sore and overworked. Through her breathing and sobbing she could hear Mortimer speaking to her. And then in a sudden moment, she was pulled into his chest. Held in a cold embrace. Rosaria did not struggle, not in the slightest. Feeling his hands run through her hair she started to calm down. Sobbing becoming softer and softer, until there was only a hiccup coming out of her every now and then.

The motion of his palm rubbing along her spin allowed her breathing to slowly return to normal. At the brush of his fingertips against her skin she laid there, motionless. Panicking and fears dying down. She laid there in silence as Mortimer sung his song. It helped a bit. When his song had stopped as well as his speaking, there was silence. It took a moment or two before any noise was made or words spoken. And when there was, it was Rosaria who spoke.

"I'm sorry... Mortimer.. For causing such a childish scene." Glancing up at him with a small frown as she continued, "I shouldn't have over reacted like, or let my fear get to me..." Reaching her hand up timidly, the elf caressed the vampire's cheek. Rubbing it gently and allowing her body heat to be shared with him. "I was unaware of what bit of good they did for you.. that I must apologize for as well... and ask for your forgiveness....." A tiny smile tried to make itself known against her saddened expression as she gazed softly at Mortimer, "But I'm ever so thankful for your words... And for having you here." That fire in her heart continued to burn. Though it might have weakened a bit, it now was burning as much as it normally did.
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Mortimer Voltaire
"They might've done good for me, but they'll continue trying to kill us both." Mortimer murmured, exhaling as her soft palm rested upon his face - making small, comforting motions. "Please, no apologies. It was out of fear, I can sympathise." He smiled, leaning into the touch with contentment. "You need no forgiveness. You'll never need it from me. No matter what, I'll forgive you. Even if you drove a stake into my heart." Mortimer confessed, kissing the cornsr of her lips whilst cradling her within his embrace - the halfling laying atop of him. Heart as silent as ever; making not a peep nor thump. Although from the look in his eyes, there was no need to hear a pulse. "You're right to be fearful. I know I am." Murmured the vampire.

Her warmth was as infectious as her laughter. Mortimer keeping her close whilst they calmed from the hysterics. "My, you manage to make me tired and I don't sleep often." He laughed before yawning, continuing to play and stroke the locks of her hair as they remained in their intertwined position. "I love you. And nothing can stop me nor dissuade me, Rosaria. Not even law. I'll marry you, and shan't let you out of my sight." Voltaire declared - playful but all in truth as he cuddled her, leaving not a particle's width of space between them.

Yes - he would wed her to spite them. In time of course, but Mortimer saw it as a victory. To get married after all that which would occur, against the odds. More importantly - these future plans would mean Rosaria still loved him. "I can't let you go now, I think I may just have a nap." He remarked with a grin.​

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Hassan Al-Zahrani​

"حسن الزهراني"​

The genie had been lost. To sand and stone, in a fight of molten Earth and cool waters. He had been home. His real home, the deserts of Arabia, bathing beneath hot sun and drinking from oasises. A Djinn whom had disgraced himself was often prone to not returning, although even Hassan knew perhaps - it was time to stay put. Make himself known. Time passed differently for the abandoned divine, and he practically shivered. Someone called for him. He'd made promises to Miss Alvira and Isabelle. Promises he was dutifully bound to.

In the afternoon, a dove fluttered. It's white and pure wings gliding on the breeze - light as the feathers it carried upon its small body. Settling on a branch, surprisingly the bird became a man - and the man fell out the tree flat on his face. Comedic but painful. Al-Zahrani coughed and brushed the sand and feathers off his robes - morphing into a more westernised design. Nonetheless, he was there. The first step. Second was apologies.

Trudging through the backstreets, hands shoved deep into his pockets Hassan thought deeply. The kind of thoughts which could aborb your reality entirely - almost causing him to walk into a lamppost twice. When he did reach Rosaria's he knew it was highly likely the doctor was at work. But he had hope to see Isabelle seperately. Explain himself to the girl.
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[Texangamer]

Isabella

SHe heard something outside as she looked outside as she saw hassen as she smiled she knew he be back she open the door" hezen" she tries to say his name' i been practcing trying to learn for Rosaria so i don't have to sign or talk with my notebook oh and i found my big sister well i'm living with her' she signed as she went back inside as the cookies were done as she went back inside to check her cookies as she smiled' yay i did good' she thought as she smiled at hassen as she was happy idalie​

 

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Mortimer Voltaire
"They might've done good for me, but they'll continue trying to kill us both." Mortimer murmured, exhaling as her soft palm rested upon his face - making small, comforting motions. "Please, no apologies. It was out of fear, I can sympathise." He smiled, leaning into the touch with contentment. "You need no forgiveness. You'll never need it from me. No matter what, I'll forgive you. Even if you drove a stake into my heart." Mortimer confessed, kissing the cornsr of her lips whilst cradling her within his embrace - the halfling laying atop of him. Heart as silent as ever; making not a peep nor thump. Although from the look in his eyes, there was no need to hear a pulse. "You're right to be fearful. I know I am." Murmured the vampire.

Her warmth was as infectious as her laughter. Mortimer keeping her close whilst they calmed from the hysterics. "My, you manage to make me tired and I don't sleep often." He laughed before yawning, continuing to play and stroke the locks of her hair as they remained in their intertwined position. "I love you. And nothing can stop me nor dissuade me, Rosaria. Not even law. I'll marry you, and shan't let you out of my sight." Voltaire declared - playful but all in truth as he cuddled her, leaving not a particle's width of space between them.

Yes - he would wed her to spite them. In time of course, but Mortimer saw it as a victory. To get married after all that which would occur, against the odds. More importantly - these future plans would mean Rosaria still loved him. "I can't let you go now, I think I may just have a nap." He remarked with a grin.​

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Rosaria was content in knowing that Mortimer understood the reasoning for her earlier actions. At the brush of his lips on the corner on her own they up turned, forming a smile. Even without hearing a heartbeat, Rosaria could see the love and emotions that he was feeling. All by gazing into Mortimer's eyes. But knowing that he was fearful himself was a tad reassuring.

Hearing the man mention about how she made him tired, managed to get her to chuckle softly. Though as his fingers continued to run through her hair she yawned as well. "Well now you're getting me tired. But then again, I still don't really have much energy after what had happened." But at his declaration the elf's eyes grew larger, her heartbeat quickened, and her cheeks grew red with blush. So Mortimer thought of marrying her. When he cuddled her closer to his body she could not help but to grin. "That is something I very much desire with you."

A gentle huff escaped her lips as she laid happily on Mortimer. The feeling of his arms around her put Rosaria at further ease. "Well if you want to take a nap I'll gladly join you. I'm not going anywhere," she chuckled softly.
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Mortimer Voltaire
"Seems like we're in agreement then." He chuckled, the sound resonating within his chest. "Mm, one day. And then I suppose you can be Dracula's bride." Mortimer joked, with his continued affection. The sort of caress that wasn't asked for, but was pleasant and lulling all the same. "A nap sounds good." The vampire agreed in a murmur. "It's been a tiring afternoon." Although the aches and pains had all but faded, there was something so genuinely sleepy about the situation he couldn't help but let his eyes shut. Her warmth lounging on top of him.

"You know, we always have the option of running away to Greenland." He remarked with a small smile, glancing down slowly at her through half closed lids.But jokes aside, if there was nothing he could do, and no loopholes to find - he'd see how long they lasted murdered in their beds. For this precious woman, with her warmth and forever loving gaze - no one could take that away. And if they managed? Why, he'd pull apart the very world looking for them.

An odd couple if ever there was one. But the knowledge that as much as he was addicted to her, she returned his feelings was better than any kind of euphoria he could think of. "I love you." He sighed the tone suggesting some sweet sort of 'goodnight'.
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Hearing Mortimer chuckle had her grin turning into a gentle smile. Chuckling and rolling her eyes playfully at his Dracula joke. But he was right, it had been a tiring afternoon. A rather painful one too. Though as he caress, Rosaria drifted further into relaxation. It was soothing along with the constant coldness he had held insides of him.

"Greenland, huh?" Glancing up at him rather tiredly she could see the small smile that he shed. In return, Rosaria gave a small smile in return. "I would not mind it." As long as she got to live the rest of her life with this man it did not matter to her where they would go. They could live in the most foreign part of the world and it wouldn't bother her in the least bit. The elf wrapped her sore arms around Mortimer the best she could, as if to make sure she knew he wasn't going to vanish.

"I love you too." Rosaria's voice giving away just how tired she was when she spoke. And soon enough she fell asleep in his arms, worn out from the earlier events.
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Mortimer Voltaire
He didn't know how much time passed in their blissful embrace, slipping further into dreams he hadn't had since the last time he succumbed to the human habit of rest. Soon enough, explosions of gunpowder filled his ears, cannons recoiling, And the screaming - oh the screaming could make you wince and retch just listening to it. Slick flesh peeling off bayonets as they skewered men fevered with violence. Mortimer looking down at his shaking hands, slathered with crimson. Odd warmth pouring from his stomach, as it turned his redcoat just a shade darker. Glistening with hot blood, which became sluggish as it reached to drip upon his boots and white breeches in the cold winter. His breath quickened, holding together his abdomen with clasping hands as the jagged injuries glared up at him. Sweat trickling down his waxen brow.

Voltaire's eyes shot open. Jolting lightly his vision blurred and he hurriedly turned his head down to see the woman on his chest. Heavily inhaling, his head slowly rested back on the pillow. One hand lightly placing itself on the middle of her back as he calmed. His free palm used to drag over his jaw and face, brushing against the bristles of what facial hair he had. Hoping he'd not woken her with his sudden awakening, Mortimer tried to calm the race of his thoughts and made sure not to move around too much. Yet on a lighter note, Mortimer was - well, warm. For as much heat as she produced, he absorbed it, till the coldness had dampened like holding onto frozen metal - eventually he, himself began to get hotter. An odd feeling certainly.
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"Mort." Was the only audible thing that could be made out from the tired moan that Rosaria produced. Her hand slowly closing to grip his shirt. Unlike Mortimer, the elf had been having a pleasant dream. Though, that was until she felt the vampire's jolt and fidgeting. Slowly she opened her eyes to look at him. Tilting her head back some in order to get a better look at him. Through tired eyes the man, somehow, appeared paler. And with his heavy breathing the halfling grew concerned. "Hey."

After moving off of him, the young woman laid beside him. Her head on the opposite pillow as she laid facing him. "It's alright dear," she cooed softly as she moved her dainty hand to his far cheek and cradled it, "You're ok Mortimer. It was only a nightmare, you're safe." Leaning in a bit she planted soft, sweet kisses on his other cheek. Trying to soothe the vampire and reassure him. Seeing him in this state was something new for her. Rosaria had never seen Mortimer so freaked out before. "I'm right here love, I'm right here."
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[idalie]

Mortimer Voltaire
Blinking furiously to try and wake up, Mortimer felt the hand on his face and shift of weight. Then the kisses. Lips softer than silk, lain across his cheek in a gentle, reassuring comfort. Kisses which had such an impact it practically stilled him in seconds. Using the heel of his palm, he wiped and rubbed his eyes, turning his head to look at Rosaria as she began to speak. Adjusting back to reality, Mortimer slowly leant in toward her resting one hand against his abdomen. As if to check everything was still in order. No blood, no battlefields, - safety. Yes. Safety.

"I'm sorry-" Came his mumble, which soon became a yawn. "I'm sorry. It's fine." He swallowed the lump in his throat and let his chest deflate with a long exhale. Letting his fingertips brush stands of her hair whilst regaining a sense of - ... being in the present. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but be convinced that any moment the cannons would start up again. Musket fire - bluecoats charging with a roar and that same bayonet tearing apart his very stomach that would begin the downward spiral leading to his eventual vampirism.​

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