My name is Emelie, but I go by Em. That is all you need to know.
[[Independent roleplaying blog for a vampire. Greetings can be over the internet or in person, but please specify what you'd like. TRIGGER WARNING FOR BLOOD AND GORE. (I always tag)]]
theeternalbratprincelestat started following you
“As am I.” She admits with a small sigh. “Suppose that our kind is more divided than I’d previously thought. Nonetheless, it’s still a pleasure to come into contact with one such as yourself, Monsieur.”
“Of course it is,” he replied, tilting his head at her. “What sorts of ways are you infamous, mon cherie?” he asked, gesturing for her to walk with him. He was bored, and he figured spending time with a fellow vampire would be just as good.
“Well, you see…” She purses her lips, trying to think of a way to explain it. If he’d not heard of her, then he might not know about the council at all. “The council of elders for our kind… I’d held the position of the highest Elder, but I’d lost my place after a few… Illicit dealings, I suppose you could say…”
#ooc #PSA: If your blog is marked NSFW then your posts won't show in tags.
[[There’s something new in Em’s URL tag but it won’t show up.
Who wanted my attention?]]
theeternalbratprincelestat started following you
Em smiles, taking the man’s hand and giving it a shake. “Em. Charmed, I’m sure. Forgive me, but have we met before? I feel as though I should know you…” As she speaks, the two sharp fangs on her top row of teeth become obvious.
He mimicked her smile, his own multiple pairs of fangs being revealed. “I am quite surprised you are unaware of me as well. Seeing how you are one of my kind, normally I am rather infamous.”
“As am I.” She admits with a small sigh. “Suppose that our kind is more divided than I’d previously thought. Nonetheless, it’s still a pleasure to come into contact with one such as yourself, Monsieur.”
thepsychoticbow started following you.
“Please don’t call me sweetheart.” She murmurs, very softly. Pet names. Pet names given to her by strangers, they never sat well with her. “My name is Em.”
“Pleasure,” he said dryly. He shrugged and smirked after that. “I call everyone sweetheart or darling so it’s force of habit.”
“Mm. I’m sure it is, but I’m an old woman, you see. I’ve never been too fond of such terms.” Though she certainly doesn’t look like it. Em gives a shrug, then a smile. “But never mind that. Do you live around the city? I don’t believe I’ve seen you around before.”
thepsychoticbow started following you.
More and more of her kind seem to be popping up every day. Em nods his way, extending a slender hand to shake. “Good evening.”
Francis hesitated, but shook her hand. “Sure, morning.” He smirked, “So what’s your name sweetheart?”
“Please don’t call me sweetheart.” She murmurs, very softly. Pet names. Pet names given to her by strangers, they never sat well with her. “My name is Em.”
thepsychoticbow started following you.
More and more of her kind seem to be popping up every day. Em nods his way, extending a slender hand to shake. “Good evening.”
[[to those who i just followed:
i may or may not be able to do greeting posts right about now, there’s some storms moving in and so i’ll be distracted with looking at the weather.]]
theeternalbratprincelestat started following you
Em observes the man in front of her, breathing in the scent of his blood - old blood. She’s not sure how she didn’t know this man already, she assumed she knew most of their kind who had many years under their belts. Nonetheless, she gives the man a polite nod and extends her hand. “Good evening.”
Lestat smiled in return, seeing that she was perhaps familiar with his kind in some way or another. He extended his own hand toward hers, “bonsoir. I am Lestat de Lioncourt,” he introduced himself.
Em smiles, taking the man’s hand and giving it a shake. “Em. Charmed, I’m sure. Forgive me, but have we met before? I feel as though I should know you…” As she speaks, the two sharp fangs on her top row of teeth become obvious.
