Working on the Chevalerie ~ xD Edmond and Camilla up top, Lucien and Valentina below. :D
(So it’s this long running joke that Favi and I were playing Oblivion and it glitched and Ivan woke up in some crappy inn with the cook and some skooma dealer in his room; meanwhile Luce gets the same glitch but wakes up with two random chicks in his room, and ten million years ago Favi drew it, and then recently she was redrawing it but broke the skooma dealer’s arm, leading to this conclusion):
Lucien: Well aren’t you just a little minx in bed ?
lmfao Luce having a tea party in Ivan’s pillow fort which is now congruent with ereganto B/
For Favi’s bday :DD
Doing a complete revamp (pun intended har har) of my story. D: I don’t post it publicly, but I figured plopping the prologue here would be alright ~♪
What’s in it: French Revolution stuff, lotsa’ historical references, vampires, demons, other supernatural-y stuff, exorcisms, lulz, more lulz
What’s not in it: Sparkly vampires, teenage angst, obvious first-person-self-projection (this makes me sound mean, but really D: )
So, tada. :D
August 1793 – Versailles, France
There was nowhere to run.
“They are coming for us. I can hear them,” the sister whispered frantically, her voice trembling. She clung to her brother’s arm so tightly that he felt it going numb. “What … what do we do?”
“I … I do not know.”
The siblings’ voices echoed off of the tall paneled walls of the now-deserted foyer. The grand manse had emptied out over the past few weeks, the household staff fleeing in face of the civil unrest. The siblings hadn’t tried to stop them; quite the contrary, they had encouraged it.
Adele and her husband, the head housekeeper and butler respectively, had been the last to leave. That was last week. The siblings had seen no sign of them since.
“We should have run. We should have run!” the sister sobbed, shaking her brother’s arm.
“Shh. Stop. Stop it!” the brother grasped firmly onto his sister’s arm, wrenching himself from her vice-like embrace. “You know full well that that would have been impossible. Do not lose your senses just yet. We still need them for – ”
A distant crash from the courtyard beyond the foyer door ripped through the air, startling both siblings into silence. Now it was the brother’s turn to clutch onto his sister’s hand, his grip so strong that his knuckles turned white. Both looked to the door, wide-eyed.
Lucien: If this conversation shan’t eventually lead to sex within the next five - no, four - minutes … may I go?