((Warning: This is an RP blog))
There is a manor on a moonlit hill, where quiet sits, and life is still.
Dare you enter?
I am called Arthur Kirkland, and I enjoy my privacy. Don't come knocking at my door whenever you please (much less during the daytime).
What's that? Oh, you smell delicious...
Please come inside~
Headcanons The Chronicles of Confred and Arthur@vampirekirkland
(( REPOSTING EVERYTHING FROM BEFORE MY DEACTIVATION OK. I apologize for crappy formatting. ))
“I know, my dear, I know.” Arthur’s voice was nearly a comforting coo, though his gaze was drawn aside— and directed towards the window in his distraction. “Do not content yourself to feast just yet… People do not often make their way to my estate, you know.” The vampire spoke, his emerald eyes alight on the southerner’s face. “I am curious… Though, when I am done having a look, perhaps you can sate your thirst.” His lips turned up into a light, devilish smirk, and he inched towards the open balcony. A sense of boredom had pervaded him as well… perhaps he’d have a bit of fun with these humans— for there were two. Arthur could sense that, now.
Darting so that he stood on top of the railing around the balcony, Arthur’s eyes focused in on the corner of his estate, alighting upon a man and a woman moving out of the trees. The man seemed in a light frenzy, and the woman was holding her hand close to her breast— the blonde grinned when he marked it as the source of the delicious smell. Chuckling light under his breath with a building excitement, Arthur darted up onto the roof, flashing across the top of it with a graceful speed, and angled himself towards the two newcomers.
Confred could not help but let out another quiet whine, the smell of blood so strong in his nostrils. It was a reaction that he found he could not control, a fact that was highly irritating to him. The Confederate had always cherished control, needing it constantly. To control not only his own actions, but the actions of others… He could not deny that he got a slight high off of the latter.
Even when he had been starving at the end of the war, he did not remember jumping or feeling such a strong need as he did now. He had been able to control his actions, taking only a slight bit of food even as his stomach growled, rib bones visible under his skin. He had never been much of a big eater after those days, only eating small meals once in a while. This hunger, however, was absolutely unbearable. He supposed his reactions spawned from the fact that he was most likely considered a ‘newborn’ vampire. He certainly didn’t have a whole lot of control over his instincts, to his dismay.
As Arthur bolted off, Confred found himself following, too desperate to find the source of that glorious blood. He was behaving pathetically, he realized, but God, he needed it, and he needed it now.
Arthur slowed near the edge of the rooftop, coming to a halt to watch the two people traverse over the grass, glancing nervously around the estate. His keen ears had no trouble in picking up their conversation— The woman was complaining about her wrist, saying that she didn’t merely scratch it, insisting that it was broken. The man replied that he couldn’t do anything yet, and perhaps there was someone in this old mansion who could assist them.. ahh, if only he’d known, and perhaps they could have gotten away yet, without nearing Arthur’s abode. Even still, perhaps if they’d come at a time when Arthur was alone, he would have been gracious enough to let them be… however, he now had a young vampire to worry about— who was right on his heels, as he could hear— and these two would have to be sacrificed to keep the other sane. It was the way of life, C’est la vie, as the French say… it was natural, that a predator should take the life of a prey.
He watched the two, unsuspecting people cross the grass, and a desire to get a closer look overtook the blonde vampire— so that after motioning for the other to stay (or else), he commanded his bats to descend— screeching from their perches as a sort of distraction…after which he seemed almost to dissolve into the night.
thers a confederate flag in england
god save the queen the rednecks are coming
omg how did that whole arena not burst into flames
w h a t
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The moment of clarity came.. the moment when their hearts beat in unison, when theirs was one body in itself, and when Arthur could hy feel her emotions.. hear her thoughts.. could not find ends, to which his feelings began, and hers ended. All the while, this blood.. this sweet and fire hot nectar, it filled him.. and he fed off of it, spurred, now, and without a trace of guilt, or regret. She wanted it.. she was giving to him, and the blood was taken in love, not in cruel rape. It was as though he could drink freely.. without worry.. and it was powerful.
As was the mermaid’s life force.
As soon as the crimson liquid had touched his lips, he’d felt something.. knowledge, vast as the seas, at the tips of his fangs. He floated through it.. easily, not trying to grasp onto anything… and he felt in tune with a part of him that he usually hid. The monster in him.. the beast…. it was pleased.. and it was tamed. There were no conflictions from the human side, as the human side was lost in the song of a thousand mermaids.. lost in the seas, floating among the precious waves.. thoughts breaking like white foam on a beach.
As the vampire drank, the blood seemed to work miracles almost instantaneously. His pale, long limbs growing warmer.. his blonde hair taking on a shine that was more natural, his cheeks flushing with a new warmth. He seemed to grow human before her eyes, and yet.. there was still an unnamed grace about him that certainly wasn’t human… almost.. angelic.
The blood filled him. Filled him. And he pulled away of his own accord. Crimson liquid dripped from his gleaming white fangs, rested on his lips, pink now, with the very liquid. His eyes, they showed a vast range of emotion.. the very irises themselves seemed to waver with the light of the moon, and there was a look on the vampire’s face… of pure bliss.
So blissful was the moment that she didn’t even realize that he had pulled away at first; she realized it only when there was no longer warmth on her neck, and the cool sea breeze brushed it in striking contrast. She would have frowned, were she not on a sort of high. Her arms slipped down his body, and she blinked; once, twice, rolling her head before their eyes finally met once more. There was a new glimmer in her ocean blue irises this time… it told of want, desire, perhaps even lust.
Her smile was bright and distant, her heartbeat quick and her head light from all of the blood that he had taken. She breathed in deeply, taking note of how much more human he appeared.
“Lovely,” she told him, voice just as distant as her smile. There were better words to describe her experience, but she couldn’t quite think of them at the moment. “Absolutely lovely. I do hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.”
“Quite..” He spoke in turn, seeming a little breathless as he wiped the blood from his mouth. He chuckled, and it seemed to ring, “Ah, forgive me! I’ve made a mess of myself.” His eyes seemed to flash, deeper than before, yet somehow— they were warmer. After cleaning the rest of the blood off of his hands, he gave a light, flitting sigh… the flush of the blood rising to his cheeks. “How lovely that was… and how warm I am now… ohh..” He closed his eyes, seeming to be wrought with new emotion, “If only you could understand what the feeding does to us.. what it feels like… it’s… it’s connection, on such a deep level.” A pause, and then he smirked a bit, his voice a bit sharper, “Of course… it feels good for me, the devil who takes the life…. ahh, how cruel.”
Opening his eyes once more, he let them roam over the other’s body for a moment, before offering, “Does it sting..? It really shouldn’t, yet..” A faint amusement coloured his tone, “I cannot help but wonder.. as you are not human…”
1. Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?
2. Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now?
3. When’s the last time you were aggravated and happy at the same time?
4. Would you ever smile at a stranger?
5. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?
6. Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today?
7. What exactly are you wearing right now?
8. How often do you listen to music?
9. Do you wear jeans or sweats more?
10. Do you think your life will change dramatically before 2012?
11. Are you a social or an antisocial person?
12. Have you ever kissed someone whose name begins with the letter ‘B’?
13. What about ‘S’?
14. Can you drive a stick shift?
15. Do you care if people talk badly about you?
16. Are you going out of town soon?
17. When was the last time you cried?
18. Have you ever told someone you loved them?
19. If you could change your eye color, would you?
20. Is there a boy who you would do absolutely everything for?
21. Name something you dislike about the day you’re having.
22. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead?
23. Are you dating the last person you talked to?
24. What are you sitting on right now?
25. Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you?
26. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?
27. Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?
28. Do you get a lot of colds?
29. Where is the shirt you are wearing from?
30. Does anyone hate you?
31. Do you have any empty alcohol bottles hidden somewhere in your room?
32. Do you like watching scary movies?
33. Do you want your tongue pierced?
34. If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be?
35. Did you have a dream last night?
36. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?
37. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?
38. Do you think someone has feelings for you?
39. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?
40. Did you have a good day yesterday?
41. Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship?
42. In the next 48 hours, will you hang out with a girl?
43. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?
44. What’s the best part about school?
45. Do you have any pictures on your Facebook?
46. Do you ever pass notes to your friends in school?
47. Do you replay things that have happened in your head?
48. Were you single over the last summer?
49. Is your life anything like it was two years ago?
50. What are you supposed to be doing right now?
51. Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with?
52. Are you nice to everyone?
53. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?
54. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?
55. Are you good at hiding your feelings?
56. Do you think you like someone?
57. Have you kissed someone whose name starts with a ‘T’?
58. Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys?
59. Has anyone of your friends ever seen you cry?
60. Do you hate anyone?
61. How’s your heart?
62. Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?
63. Have you ever cried over a guy?
64. Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now?
65. Are your toenails painted pink?
66. Will your next kiss be a mistake?
67. Girls love it when boyfriends cry; correct?
68. Have your pants ever fallen down in public?
69. Who was the last person you were on the phone with?
70. How do you look right now?
71. Do you have someone you can be your complete self around?
72. Can you commit to one person?
73. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to?
74. Have you ever felt replaced?
75. Did you wake up cranky?
76. Are you a jealous person?
77. Are relationships ever worth it?
78. Anyone you’re giving up on?
79. Currently wanting to see anyone?
80. Name something you have to do tomorrow?
81. Last person you cried in front of?
82. Is there someone you will never forget?
83. Do you think the person you have feelings for is protective of you?
84. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now?
85. Are you over your past?
86. Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex?
87. Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to?
88. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?
89. So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in?
90. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?
91. Will you be in a relationship in 2 months?
92. Is there anyone you know with the name Michael?
93. Have you ever kissed a Matthew?
94. Were you in a relationship in January? How was it going?
95. Were you happy with the person you liked in March?
96. Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you texted attractive?
97. Who do you have texts from?
98. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?
99. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?
100. Who’s in your profile picture with you?
101. Ever kissed under fireworks?
102. Has anybody ever given you butterflies?\
(Source: kimkayy, via dr-benjamin-franklin)
ME ILL GO
bro count me in
How flattering~
I’ve been here, and there…. at least, that is what you may content yourself with.
Thank you for the welcome, my dearest. And how are you?
New… prez? I’m afraid I’m not quite sure I understand. How do you mean?
….New Pres…ident.
Ahh, I see! I thought that I’d heard mention of such a thing happening overseas… though, one can not be too sure with the snatches of feelings and other such things.
I suppose this must be a big event! Though, you seem to regard it with indifference.
@vampirekirkland
(( REPOSTING EVERYTHING FROM BEFORE MY DEACTIVATION OK. I apologize for crappy formatting. ))
“I know, my dear, I know.” Arthur’s voice was nearly a comforting coo, though his gaze was drawn aside— and directed towards the window in his distraction. “Do not content yourself to feast just yet… People do not often make their way to my estate, you know.” The vampire spoke, his emerald eyes alight on the southerner’s face. “I am curious… Though, when I am done having a look, perhaps you can sate your thirst.” His lips turned up into a light, devilish smirk, and he inched towards the open balcony. A sense of boredom had pervaded him as well… perhaps he’d have a bit of fun with these humans— for there were two. Arthur could sense that, now.
Darting so that he stood on top of the railing around the balcony, Arthur’s eyes focused in on the corner of his estate, alighting upon a man and a woman moving out of the trees. The man seemed in a light frenzy, and the woman was holding her hand close to her breast— the blonde grinned when he marked it as the source of the delicious smell. Chuckling light under his breath with a building excitement, Arthur darted up onto the roof, flashing across the top of it with a graceful speed, and angled himself towards the two newcomers.