Cressida Clarke

Malevolence runs through the darkened viens that have seen ineffable torment. There is no turning back from true evil. {18+/SLonly/Descriptive/OC}

[Cressida Clarke @_MalevolentMinx]

//My writer has a /very/ busy weekend planned - I will try and get to replies but I may not have time until Monday.//

[Jordan. @ValiantIntimacy]

Being an OC Is one of the hardest RP roles; although you don't have a character to live up to, no one gives you a chance.

[Cressida Clarke @_MalevolentMinx]

A kiss with a fist is better than none.

[Cressida Clarke @_MalevolentMinx]

@VirulentKat --

More than one bottle to cope with mortal insolence.* I brought drink, to ease the tension.

#SlaveToTheNight

[Cressida Clarke @_MalevolentMinx]

@VirulentKat --

Discarded upon arrival.
Cress unscrewed the cap, inhaling lustfully the tinged scent of alcohol. She was going to need --

[Cressida Clarke @_MalevolentMinx]

@VirulentKat --

Raised a contradictory finger, bending neatly in half to retrieve a translucent bottle from the leather purse she had --

[Cressida Clarke @_MalevolentMinx]

@VirulentKat --

Soft curls and vibrant dress made cress want to stake herself repeatedly in the chest.* we are /worlds/ apart - but *she --

[Cressida Clarke @_MalevolentMinx]

@VirulentKat --

Revenge.* Yes, friends. I know we've never talked and *She blatantly scanned the Bulgarians frame: her rosy cheeks, --

[Cressida Clarke @_MalevolentMinx]

@VirulentKat --

Much as she loathed having to live to his expectations, there was no other way to regain her parents and exact her --

[Cressida Clarke @_MalevolentMinx]

@VirulentKat --

As Cress. Klaus would not be pleased if he did not see the girls braiding hair and raucously giggling however - and as --

[Cressida Clarke @_MalevolentMinx]

@VirulentKat
#SlaveToTheNight

*She cracked a devious smile at Katerina's words: she sounded almost as unenthusiastic --

[Cressida Clarke @_MalevolentMinx]

@VirulentKat --

Eloquent arm to herself, sharp talons scraping the chiffon of her bodice.* that's why I am here.

#SlaveToTheNight

[Cressida Clarke @_MalevolentMinx]

@VirulentKat --

In a smile.* they're not worried about your safety - they're worried about your lack of friends. *she gestured a --

[Cressida Clarke @_MalevolentMinx]

@VirulentKat --

So beautiful and untouched in appearance - so corrupt and twisted in soul.
She turned to face Katerina, her lips parted --

[Cressida Clarke @_MalevolentMinx]

@VirulentKat --

Her country as she seemed so sickeningly innocent. But you can never judge a book by its cover: she was an ample example, -

[Cressida Clarke @_MalevolentMinx]

@VirulentKat --

Amounts of personal belongings. Cress wondered what Katerina had done that had been so ghastly she had been exiled from --

[Cressida Clarke @_MalevolentMinx]

@VirulentKat --

Assessed the mortals living quarters. They were surprisingly plush, which she credited to Niklaus, and contained meagre --

[Cressida Clarke @_MalevolentMinx]

@VirulentKat
#SlaveToTheNight

*Cress glided past Katerina with ease, a smug taunt plastered on her lips. She boldly --

[Cressida Clarke @_MalevolentMinx]

@BennettWitch13 --

Playing fields.

#DeathsMortalPuppet

[Cressida Clarke @_MalevolentMinx]

@BennettWitch13 -

Too, Bennett. *A little disgust coloured her tone as she headed towards the bolted door.* Now they use it as high school-