Opening her mouth to give the other a very child like whine at the joke before she brought herself up on the pew fully before she turned her head to the side fully after her hair was done being braided. “Y-Ya… Y-Ya can’t help… I-I… Well… S-Sai… R-Remember th-tha day I-I went inta labor? T-That day… I-I… I was helpin’ someone who… R-Re-Reminded me uh lot of…Me… A-And… Muh se-self… Muh scars… O-On muh arms… A-And… H-He helped me wh-when I-i was bad Vi… A-And I-I Can’t help him… A-And it hu-hurts so much…”

She made a mental note to work on her humor. It was never her strong suit, and probably it would never be. Unless you counted the sick, twisted side of humor than she was spot on. "Well, excuse me for wanting to try and help you." Whoa there, let's tone it down a tad. "Sorry, just that subject of what happened that day makes me...touchy? Yeah, I'd rather not dwell on what transpired that day." Sighing for the third time, she gathered her sister up in a hug and just held her there, giving her back an occasional light pat. "There, there. Just relax okay? I'm here."

Omfg I tried Eric.  Violette recolor of Konan from Naruto. Original image. [X]

Shifting her weight trying to get more comfortable before she turned her face to the side slowly trying her best to not leave a big wet mark against the other with her tears and she heard the other’s words and her shoulders hiked up as an instant reflex. “I-I-I… D-Don’t th-think I-I… I can be st-strong fo-for… For so-so-some pe-p-people an-anymore… It hu-hurts Vi… A-And…  I-I can’t ke-keep cr-cryin’ an-and… Jus… Wh-Why do I-I care?”

"...Ahh..." She was no linguist, but sometimes she had to be to decipher what Sara said between tears. Shaking her head, Vi finished up the braid with a rubberband, making a mental note to find a ribbon once she had gotten Sara to calm down. "Slow down. Lack of oxygen to the brain can prove fatal." And cue the ill-timed jokes. "Care to elaborate on what happened? I can't help if I don't know what's going on."

leucouslycan is curious

Only Violette’s shop had a particular string for her bow, and while they were innately enemies of sorts (vampires and werewolves were like oil and vinegar), Althea pushed the difference aside. After all, her clan hadn’t been attacked or murdered by a pack of vampires. A polite smile donned her lips as she stepped further into the shop.

     ”There’s no need, actually. That last collar worked perfectly well. I’m here for bowstring, the same kind I got like before.”

The vampire was pleased at how much progress she was making in the department of not being so bigoted to werewolves. Sure, she was still catty around them, but at least she wasn't outright turning them away. Plus, keeping returning customers around meant more money in the till at the end of the day, which was always a nice bonus.

"It did? Wonderful to hear. I'll have to let my provider know that her blend of repellents is actually. As for the bowstring, same price as last time. Did the previous one break?"

Jenn, Echo, Dalton Sara, Violette

The fingers in her hair were always one way to calm her down. Swallowing a lump in her throat as she moved her chin up slowly to look through tear filled eyes and through the few strands that were in front of her flushed features before she moved her face straight back against her sister as her cries did start to silence. 

She gave the sad face a small smile before it disappeared again. What could've brought on the crying spell today? Maybe motherhood was beginning to stress her out? Vance? Vi counted her blessings as to not having either to worry about. Royce was out in the Mojave and Vance was still recovering from their previous yelling match. She continued to work on the braid, her eyes not leaving the hair. "So, what happened?"

And It Continues.

Having Vi pull back the shower curtain on her, Siren’s emotions felt as if they were about to explode. Her fear, dread, sorrow and anxiety all curled up tight in this vicious ball that surrounded her heart; and she simply didn’t have a clue on how to handle that. And as her eyes fixed themselves on the vampire before her, the turmoil within her reflected outwards in her clenching jaw and the unexpected brightness in her pupils, almost as if they were glowing. The flow of the water hitting her skin suddenly jolted in its speed, so much so that it was becoming painful to stay underneath the stream. “Vi…” Siren stares at her with an unprecedented intensity. “Vi, you need to go.” It was a warning, one that came from a frightened girl with a sudden and unstable spike in her abilities. 

Suddenly, the adrenaline flooded her system again when she stared into Siren's eyes. The light was glowing brighter and her body was tensing up. To make matters worse, the water flow had picked up speed. She could hear it splashing into the aquamancer's body.  "...Siren," she began softly. There was no need to be screaming or shouting now. This was a volatile situation that needed to be defused immediately. "Listen to me." The vampire carefully dropped to her knees and got more eye-level with her friend. "It's going to be okay. I won't let them hurt you. Just relax. You're safe." Shuffling forward, she kept a face of calmness on, she continued to stare into Siren's eyes. "Talk to me. What's wrong?"

And It Continues.

Sharp peaks of anxiety shot through her with each sound of Violet’s voice. Fuck, she didn’t want to deal with this. This entire night was just too damn much and last thing that she wanted to do was think; and in hearing her friend call for her, it made her do just that instantly. A sudden swarm of thoughts and emotions take hold of her, her intoxication not making her situation any better, and she slowly slides down the wall of the shower in feeling simply weak and helpless from it all. The flow of water from the faucet began to spark in intervals of increasing speeds due to the turmoil rushing throughout Siren. She didn’t know what to do anymore. Running was something that was natural to her and whether it was from Hunters or emotional attachments, she did it without a second thought. But there was no place to go anymore, from either of those. The booze and high was just allowing her to be more honest with herself for once; and she was fucking scared to death. Siren could feel herself shaking and trembling underneath the warm stream of water. Even a light trail of moisture began to travel down the aquamaiden’s cheek; and it wasn’t just from the shower anymore. 

And that was when every faucet in the house went off…but Siren was only able to manipulate water that she came in direct contact with….So, what was happening now?

She was getting nowhere fast just standing outside the door. The aquamancer was silent, and it was beginning to bother her. yes, she knew Siren was upset with her, but what was she to do? Kick the door down and apologize for being so cold and aloof? Throwing her hands up in frustration, she stomped away from the door and out of the bedroom. Fine. Let her wallow in there, what did she care? Although the lights were out, Vi's bloodline made it possible for her to see perfectly in low-light conditions. Navigating to the fridge, she grumbled as she opened it and began to make short work of the food in there. The defrosted pork would work. Suppose she could feed on the dog that was at her heels, whining at the distress it sensed between the two friends. Then again, it was better to not make the situation any worse. So, she leaned on the counter near the sink, mulling over what to do while chewing on her pilfered food. A dripping sound reached her ears. Slowly turning her head, she watched the water drip from the faucet. That's odd, she didn't touch the handle...unless...

Her question was answered a few seconds later when the water suddenly began to gush out. Dropping the piece of pork, she leapt back with a look of surprise. This could only mean one thing. Sprinting back into the bedroom, she produced her lockpicking kit from one of the inner pockets of her overcoat. Swearing under her breath as she manipulated the teeth and tumblers, the vampire swore she would slap Siren silly for this. The lock clicked open, and she immediately barged in, glaring at the other as she sat in the shower? Oh no, was she crying? So much for yelling. With the sigh of a martyr, she asked, "So, what seems to be the problem?"

Bloody Secret | Deathlessbaroness

Ziva listened to her employer’s words and swallowed hard afterward. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip for a long moment before she actually said something. “You know.” The hybrid spoke, it being an observation more than a question. Running a hand through her long hair, she allowed her eyes to fall. She knew this day would come, eventually. However, she was not expecting it to be today. 

Finally, sweet satisfaction. The smile returned to her face, but, only this time, her lips curled back to reveal the fangs of her heritage. "Of course I knew," she admitted, "I just enjoyed seeing you wither under my scrutiny. Just a bit of sadism on my part." Then the smile dropped, and she took on a more serious air. "You need to control your cravings, cher. I won't have you mucking it up and potentially leading the wrong people to my door. I've been alive far too long to be undermined by someone like you. I usually keep a supply on hand for when emergencies arise."

"Oh no. You discovered my wildly circuitous plan to put porn on your hard drive." -His tone is….dull, to say the least.- "What the hell do ya take me for. Come pick up yer info."

"The last guy that tried that learned his lesson the hard way, and if you did you can kiss your manhood au revoir." Rolling her eyes, she tapped her finger on the steering wheel as she drove, her other hand adjusting the Bluetooth in her ear. "I don't trust you, that's why. Also, ETA five minutes."

"I’d say to throw’em up but I’m far too fuckin’ lazy t’bother with that shit." It wasn’t even a joke there - Hal would certainly fight if he had to, and  even in the shit he often instigated himself, but he really just didn’t want to go through that hassle. “Maternelle né, oiseau noir. Je suis de la Louisiane.”

"Plus, cleaning up afterwards would be a chore, so, we'll save it for another day when apathy isn't an issue, hmm?" Plus, there was no need to toss away a perfectly good cigarette. "Je ne savais pas qu'il ya des gens qui n'ont pas besoin d'étudier la langue à parler. Il m'a fallu des mois de lecture pour être à l'aise. Où est la Louisiane à?"