(Requiem) Blood and fire are too much for this restless heart to hold... (3 word challenge)

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(I've decided to use all words I had left for Charlotte, which are: civilisation, blood, love [given twice], astute, chirpy, artifice, lies, fear, servitude, power, and family.)

I must admit, I don't know much about my family. Not just my parents and any brothers or sisters I may have - Servitors do not stay with their immediate family, but in what might be considered a boarding school - but the Crassus in general. I know this: we are a proud bloodline, known for our taste and civilisation, often in servitude to those in power. It is the Crassus bloodline that made it possible for Conditioned Servitors to be created and maintained to the extent that they are.

I identify as - but not with - Crassus. At my Embrace, I didn't mourn for the loss of connection with my family, but for the loss of the familiar artifice upon which every part of myself had been created. I mourned for the loss of my identity, for the familiar lies I could tell myself as well as others.

I still mourn, perhaps. I must admit, I now enjoy being a vampire. Drinking blood...I don't believe I have the words to express precisely what I mean. I like the sensation, and the lack of attachment to my prey.

I may have been absolved of my addiction, but I fear I shall never forgo my love of blood.

Am I still me? I don't know. I am me. I don't know if that is a "still." Among the qualities I was made with (aside from an appealingly chirpy attitude) was a mental and emotional (perhaps even moral, I don't yet know) flexibility. There has always been more to me than any one person has seen. More than even the most astute person has.

More, even, than I have.

I will arm myself with that knowledge and that power. My family may have abandoned me, and I may have abandoned my desire to serve, but I will never abandon the knowledge and skills that being a Conditioned Servitor gave me.

[Lost] Flame-Haired Siren.

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An attic!  I gain the wondrous thing that is wanderlust and I find myself drawn to an attic!

 

As it turns out that attic was a little more entertaining than I originally thought it would be.  Amongst the claims that they had “dealt” with one of the three Fae that are plaguing their Freehold, a bold statement that made me laugh out loud, there was some joyous things to be had.

 

First of all there was little Erin, a gorgeous little Winter Courtier all meek and submissive, if I had not begun my period of abstinence from some things pleasurable I would have certainly pursued her.  Her little eyes begged for attention and I had to try very hard not to give her the attention she needs.

 

Secondly there was the glorious Monarch of the Freehold!  A spectacular, virile, potent beast of a man who was all towering and intimidating in a pleasant kind of way, I am told I should be feeling fear when I was around him but I felt quite happy to be in his presence.

 

But best of all was my Nyght-Star; she burst into the attic like an Amazonian Woman seeking her prize.  Seeing her pierce that blubbering hob with her perfect aim was almost orgasmic to behold…She has claimed to me that she prefers honest and forthright action but I am becoming perfectly aware of her subtle seductions.  The slight parting of her lips, the heaving of her perfectly sculpted bosom…Not to mention her Mantle, never have I witnessed a more alluring thing.

 

I missed an opportunity to give her my gift.  I do hope she likes it…I worked so hard on it.

(Lost) Lies, therapy, writing (3 word challenge by nikoliborsh)

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"Have you started writing a list?" I can almost hear Worthy say. Would she come down, I wonder, and then have a chilling thought: would she and Lorica get along?

There was some strange tension between the two of them at Christmas - the only time they really met - but then maybe that was because...well, because I was with Stitches.

It's strange how they both came and were such a large part of my life, and now are gone. But I suppose that's true of Witte and Sam and Dominic and the other Sam, and Sallow, and...And I'm sure will be true of other people someday too.

I hope Worthy's okay. I miss her so much. But I know if she weren't happy she'd come back to us.

I still love Worthy so much.

For now, though, I am content with her happiness. And my own. I really am happy right now. So happy it's almost hard for me to understand.

Lorica lies next to me, already asleep. I should go to sleep soon, too; I have dream therapy to do tonight.

The list can wait for tomorrow.

3-word challenge from @faerie rhona

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