Capturing Midnight: A Post Blood Canticle RP

[boo radley]

(all right, I'm finishing up some exams tomorrow but after that I can totally get right back into this)

[alldrenched]

David pushed Stella's soft tenders away from her face; her now pale cheeks were stained red and her chocolate brown eyes boiled with more tears, though she held them back, taking in a deep, shaking breath.

Something inside those eyes, the ones he had stared into a thousand nights, the ones that had crinkled with laughter that rang in the dusty old towers of the Motherhouse, the ones that had filled with horror as she witnessed Aaron's death, the ones that had seemed to scream themselves when he had watched her, a Penny Dreadful vampire pretending to be a guardian angel, after it was all going to pieces, all of her worlds disintegrating. There was something in those eyes that terrified him. The power that rested there made his very bones feel unnaturally cold.

What could she do?

A Mayfair vampire, that was, sadly, not so abnormal that it should create in him this fear. But as his thoughts moved on, his rationalisations only made the secret terror grow.

Merrick, she had been so powerful, but also she had been raised so carefully removed from the fold, her blood lines not nearly as strong, and her witchcraft very different from that of the Garden District Mayfairs. And Mona, Mona had been so happy as she came into this new life, despite her petulant arguments with Lestat, and she had been consumed by a young and powerful love.

Stella had hardened in some terrible way through all of her loses, nothing as frivolous as all the love she held within her, all the love she bore, and at times it was just that, a burden, would distract her from the pain and rage. Stella, despite being so tender and outwardly cheerful in life, was always dangerous; she, like Rowan, had always harboured a fatal power.

Now Stella was not just a cunning witch well equipped with an immortal body, but a fledgling that was wild with pain and rage and a desperate need for revenge.

At this conclusion David's body felt suddenly weak, he sat down next to her on the bed, hoping his body's betrayal wasn't readable.

She smiled at him and he let the thoughts wash away, because suddenly, despite her strength, new fear filled him, that she was going to do something terrible and that she would die. She would force Lestat or some other immortal to kill her.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her closer.