Rumor Solace (Fake)

RP account|| Mun over 30 || Malkavian 11th generation || VtM/Vampire OC || Minors DNI || I don't own any pictures. || #EncreNoire PARODY

[Rumor Solace (Fake) @RumorSolace]

𝕷𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝕯𝖎𝖊.
𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝕽𝖔𝖙.
𝕽𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝕷𝖎𝖛𝖊.

Rumor Solace
VtM/Vampire OC
Clan Malkavian
Mun 30+, Minors DNI, 18+
TW: Death, corpses, embalming

[Rumor Solace (Fake) @RumorSolace]

@Gentleman_Death She gasps, she moans, her grip on him gets stronger, her back arches up until she's pushing them both upright. The sounds of her pleasure fall suddenly silent, and she freezes head to toe, save for the parts of her that were rhythmically coaxing him to join her.

[Rumor Solace (Fake) @RumorSolace]

@Gentleman_Death One of her feet slips off to their side, pressing against the ground to give her extra leverage as she rocks up into him and takes him into that most intimate embrace. The taste of his blood wakes something within her. ->

[Rumor Solace (Fake) @RumorSolace]

@Gentleman_Death Despite being beneath him, she is able to push back, to embrace and hold him with strength and passion, to join him in the danse macabre.

[Rumor Solace (Fake) @RumorSolace]

@Gentleman_Death His thrusts into her broke her whines into moans, themselves harmonic as if singing an unhinged melody of pleasure.

"La petite mort~!" she said, her pronunciation perfect. "Let me be your grave and your shroud." ->

[Rumor Solace (Fake) @RumorSolace]

@Gentleman_Death Fingers curled around wefts of his hair as if trying to spin delicate gold thread.

"Lestat~!" she whined, having enough strength in her hips to lift him as she pushed against his own.

[Rumor Solace (Fake) @RumorSolace]

@Gentleman_Death And here in his savage graveyard garden, she offered him a gilded and jeweled sarcophagus, fit for no less than a prince of the night.

She held onto him as he found his rhythm, soft cries of pleasure stirring into ecstatic song. ->

[Rumor Solace (Fake) @RumorSolace]

Do I put so much of myself into caring for the dead because the loneliness of my own existence is too painful?

Is it really Fate, or just self-fulfilling prophecies?

[Clan LaSombra (Parody RP) @ClanLaSombraSp]

// Found on Instagram...

[Rumor Solace (Fake) @RumorSolace]

@Gentleman_Death Lie in the embrace of death with me. Feel the life inside and above and below us.

[Rumor Solace (Fake) @RumorSolace]

She nods, a bit hastily. "Aye, I'm fine, I think." She gently taps the ground for good measure. "Thought I was falling."

"I see and hear things," she explained hesitantly, expecting him to frown upon it. "Visions and voices. I'm mad, they say."

[𝕬𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖓 @PerditvsPuer]

“That’s very poetic.”

He follows her gaze downward, expecting to see something unpleasant after the way she gasped.

“Yes, you’re on the ground. Are you quite alright?”

[Rumor Solace (Fake) @RumorSolace]

Lots of people don't like that.

But the words just want someone to hear them. I'm the same way.

I wonder if these shadows are like that. There's something, smothered by nothing. Sound, strangled by silence.

[She gasps and looks down.]

Solid ground. I'm on solid ground.

[𝕬𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖓 @PerditvsPuer]

Likewise.

I quite like that. It's authentic. Most people's words are carefully curated to serve a purpose, rather than just speaking on things as they are.

[Rumor Solace (Fake) @RumorSolace]

Many things about me are long dead.

But words are different. I see and hear and feel things, and then words don't fit, unless they're shaped like this. Or they just come shaped like that.

[𝕬𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖓 @PerditvsPuer]

Yes, I 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥, but—

Cryptic probably isn’t the right word. You have quite an…archaic manner of speech. Lyrical, almost. As though your mother tongue was some long dead language.

[Rumor Solace (Fake) @RumorSolace]

Looks confused at first. but can't keep from giggling.

"Hello there."

She slides an arm around his shoulders so he can sit more comfortably.

[Rumor Solace (Fake) @RumorSolace]

That was still too cryptic?

But you answered the question...

[𝕬𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖓 @PerditvsPuer]

I, er…yes. Aye.

Are you always this cryptic?

[Rumor Solace (Fake) @RumorSolace]

The things you don't want are. So you come to be rid of them, aye?

[𝕬𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖓 @PerditvsPuer]

Oh, I intend to. But nothing I want is in these gods forsaken shadows.

[𝔈𝔮𝔲𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 @EqualDissonance]

‘𝔽𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕄𝕖 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨’
- 𝕓𝕪 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟

[Rumor Solace (Fake) @RumorSolace]

Shadows shrouding.
Sharp and shrieking silence.

She wants more. She wants everything. She wants nothing.

You still have something left. Take it between your teeth.

[𝕬𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖓 @PerditvsPuer]

Now, I'm not exactly what you would call tender-hearted, but— the 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵 screams of anguish in the Shadow-Cursed Lands do start to wear on you 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 after a while.

[WikiVictorian @wikivictorian]

Skeletons Warming Themselves, by Belgian painter James Ensor (1889). Kimbell Art Museum.

[Rumor Solace (Fake) @RumorSolace]

//I already have her specs roughly scribbled down in my head - half elf bard/druid with stealth and psychic abilities, Speak with Dead and daggers.

[Rumor Solace (Fake) @RumorSolace]

//Durge Solace AU?

Maybe.

[Rumor Solace (Fake) @RumorSolace]

//And that wordplay works beautifully within the Dark Urge storyline and how I envision Solace's relationship with death vs. Orin's.