forgiveness is not a word I know... nor is rupaul, I hear that one so much • multifandom vampire • based on olga of kiev • minors pls dni • one of Al's
feel the arrogance? The sense of nobility that still hasn't washed away after centuries?
"Saint Olga Okyev." She gives him nod. "And I am a vampire, not a witch."
She has become expectant, and gestures towards him with a flick of her hand.
"Now it is your turn, strangeling."
She can't help but give a short laugh at his brazen assumptions, flashing her bleached fangs on purpose. A challenging glare follows after it.
"Fed is a new one. But you are not even close, eater of little things." She straightens up and her amusement falls away, does he /c
"blah blah blah. abom-i-nation. give me a ffffuck-ing break. so melodramatic."
got the same dread sense cooking in his head. always does but she's worse and that's alright. cautious but not afraid-- same as any sewer rat and marked by the same vulgar pride.
and when he--
The Children of Saint Olga are NOT affiliated with me. I don't condone anything they do.
Okay, yes, they are my descendants but they are devoted to "protecting the world from my eternal cruelty" like my "cruelty" didn't make them saint born in the first place.
Initially she withholds a grimace. A sense of dread crawls up her long-dead spine- something is off about this one, something is making the few thin, holy tendrils within her curl up like spiders legs... and then she smiles.
"You are..." She's stuck on the word. "What you /c
"I can. sssee it on. you."
a smile that's all clean teeth and bug parts.
"tell-ing lies. you're tell-ing lies to me, try-ing to rope me into something but I'm not... ssstupid. you don't have /any/thing. but tricks and tricks and /triiiiicks./"
nods knowingly.
"Da, my people worked often with lead." She clicks her tongue. "Very soft heads, some of them. Me, when I was alive, I never touched a metal that wasn't silver or gold." She's flexing without even knowing the meaning of the word.
"Yes, of course. It is the only way to make sure there will be no surprises when I kill you... You know, if I were to still do that."
Room for one more? Olga smirks. She's honoured, but she's also not much of a team player.
She leans in as Nadja confuses in her, and she /c
"Wha-! Me? I'm the freak? You smell like a grave and I do not think that is by accident." She shakes her head disappointedly.
"I would have paid you in silverfish. Now you get nothing." She glowers.
"And how exactly I am the freak?"
If you're hoovering silverfish with your mouth can you get the ones in my trunk? It got overrun and I really don't want to touch any of the books in there.
Cue the slightly guilty look.
"I respect this, and I understand. To rule over them is not easy. To fight them though, very easy. This is why I did not attack your male.. concubine men?"
Well that is close pronunciation, actually, but it seems your mouth is trained to flap open instead of knowing when to be shut.
...you think I am strong female representative though? 👀