I will not be finishing writing the next 6 months of the RP -- both those I considered in-game to be my enemies and my family have ruined the entirety of the experience for me, and I just plain don't have the heart to continue, aside from the interactions I have with my in-game companion / out-of-character best friend and soulmate ( Read more... )

Having nothing more to do on a lazy Sunday, she popped into the Sartori's pub at about 3am, having nothing done for the day and no plans for the morning hours. The pub was near deserted, aside from Violetta having a conversation with a vamp she didn't know over in a far corner of the room. She left them to their merriment, passing by with a wistful ( Read more... )

“Babe.... do me a favour,” He said suddenly, continuing down the street at a faster pace, and she had to run to catch up. “Never fall in love.....” She hesitated in her step, confused, before moving forward enough to see his face clearly. “I've never seen anything good come from it....”

“I don't think we ever mean to fall in love. It just… happens ( Read more... )

The conversation had happened more than two weeks ago, but it was still fresh in her mind. To say that Dutchy was pleased with her revelation would be dishonest. She hadn't been thrilled with the news; she was worried, she was certain that Sartori was just being Sartori, she was sure that any relationship between him and her daughter would end ( Read more... )

She unlocked the apartment door, opening it and walking through the threshold and looking around. She hated the new arrangements that went into securing apartments nowadays. Before, all it took was a quick kill of someone that had an apartment, and then you had logings until either their rent payments ran out, or someone came around to check the ( Read more... )

She sighed heavily as she sank into the last pub in an endless stream of pubs. She leaned against the bar wearily, propping her head up on the wooden counter. She wanted to think she still had the energy to bother shooting the bartender a dirty look as he asked her if she had any ID as she ordered her last drink of the week. Her scathing glare was ( Read more... )

She couldn't understand it -- her life had been decidedly simplified of late, and yet everything felt so complicated to her. There wasn't much she was involved in anymore -- the barest of clan duties, working through the city enough to reach a suitable stash so that she could afford to sever her sire Archangel (though she really preferred to call ( Read more... )

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It was with great reluctance that, after being holed up for two days unable to stop crying, she finally left her apartment in search of a mage. She hardly knew what she was looking for, and it was nothing short of a stroke of luck that she happened upon Melanctha in the Thalia transit station ( Read more... )

Persephony left the pub, her head aching and her heart heavy. As much as she wanted to peg it straight down to the alcohol, she knew that she had not drunk enough to really be feeling it yet. She still remembered the last time she had been drunk and the unfortunate consequences that had arisen from that night, and was hesitant to go through that ( Read more... )