ooc: Hello Darlings! Just thought Id post a part of my characters journey so people get a feel of how I write and what Serafim is like. I do tones of crossovers, The one below is part of a scene one done with Godric and Eric from the hot T.V show trueblood. Enjoy! And thank you again for the add! The natural energy, the life force that fueled her and helped to sustain her animated state was always drawn in through her mouth or the light touch of her skin against another if the one whom she fed off had a great connection physically with her own body. Godric knew every curve of Serafim for countless decades now and she knew every part of his cold dead body as if he was just another part of her that disappeared from time to time only to return and remind her of its existence. Hold still. She whispered between breathes whilst she engulfed herself a little greedily with the chi the vampire held, sure enough she could drain him dry in a similar way he did to his human victims but Serafim would never intentionally hurt Godric let alone kill him. It wasnt a natural relationship as such, it wasnt built up with fire and passion like in countless love stories but rather one that was made with a mutual understanding and desire. There were some parts of Godric that craved something pure and beautiful that wasnt entirely human and fragile but wasnt fully undead either and Serafim knew she was that object to him just as he knew of how incredibly lonely she got every now and again and only sought out to mate with him on occasion to get her fix as well as share her most darkest thoughts with as if he was her own personal psychologist of whom she never paid. A whoosh of air, like the breeze its self had gone and changed violently ceased Serafims actions and though she desired to further continue taking some of Godrics life essence to which he allowed she was forced from him, thrown, tossed aside like the rubbish in which invaded small aspects of the narrow alleyway, her back to collide with a brick wall and course its tough exterior to crack slightly did not snap any bones but had her tiny body ache. She was on the ground before she even knew it, partly soaked in the filthy rain water from the night before. Eric! Serafim heard Godric first before her eyes like pools of the clearest blue oceans came to rest on both him and another much taller man. Vad gjorde hon för dig?! Serafim couldnt be sure but she believed the blonde headed male to be yelling Swedish at Godric, of course she couldnt know for certain as it was one language she had yet to learn and so she remained silent, kneeling in the filth of what could have only been a humans leftovers mixed in with perhaps broken bits of office supplies? She didnt know for sure and she didnt want to know for it would only end up disturbing her further. Eric, Hon är en....en....Friend. Godric replied. There were not many at all whom Serafim shared herself with and as it stood right there in the past in an alleyway in Paris, France, in 1793 with another vampire Serafim would be surprised to learn that Godrics progeny Eric Northman would be added to that list. In the later years upon Godrics death Eric would be the one she sought after as Godrics replacement, the blonde haired blue eyed viking would quickly become her new specialist into her own mental state and guide her in all things strange and intriguing that she didnt understand but wanted to.
Posted on: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 09:39:52 +0000
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