Viktoria Belikova (youngestsister) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-02-21 09:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | adrian ivashkov, azazeal, christian ozera, dimitri belikov, jill mastrano dragomir, lissa dragomir, rose hathaway, viktoria belikova |
Who: Viktoria, Dimitri, Rose, Christian, Adrian, Lissa, Jill and possibly Azazeal briefly
When: Friday. This is being posted a day early even though it actually takes place on Friday due to the muns schedules. Thanks for understanding.
What: Dealing with the Strigoi
Where: The Inn
Warnings: Yeah, lots of angst, some violence, and a ton of emotional stuff and mentions of past abuse.
Viktoria was relieved when the ghosts of Inna and Nathan suddenly disappeared. Her relief was Azazeal's sadness though. He had known he would have to lose Cassie again, but he seemed to come to terms with it. To reset the balance as the young ghost woman had said, things had to go back to the way they were. Viktoria had understood that more than most. Her grandmother often talked about balance. If the world could not find balance it would descend into chaos. What would Yeva think of the world now? It seemed more chaotic than balanced to Viktoria.
When Azazeal offered to spend Thursday in Moscow, the young brunette Strigoi had jumped at the chance. Completely oblivious to the fact there might be reasons behind this trip. Instead she basked in the beauty that was her mother country, even when it too had seen the ravages of the viral outbreak. They visited stunning sights that no longer were open due to the savage nature of the current environment. She even managed to convince him to dance with her under the roof of one such place, a building she had always believed was more beautiful than the places you would find in story books. When they returned on Friday she realized he seemed to be craving the bite more often than usual. He wasn't an addict, but she could tell with the frequency of his urging her to drink that he was finding comfort in the euphoria her fangs had to offer.
Not one to deny him anything, she fed more frequently and often than she had since she was even first created. Between that and their other ways of reaching euphoria, she felt practically boneless by the time the sun set on Friday. She closed her eyes as he worked the shampoo through her hair in the shower. His fingers always relaxed her much like his blood did. Once more blood was offered and once more she took it. She felt as high as he seemed to be. "Do you want to go outside with me? I plan to stay close. I'm a bit..." she shrugged, but she knew he would understand. She was high and comfortable and didn't want to be too far from him. He pressed a kiss to her lips and then one to her forehead before declining the offer. He'd be in his study if she needed anything. That was fine with her. She just wanted to be outside for a little while.
It was cold, but Viktoria didn't feel the temperature. It didn't stop her from wearing a new coat that Azazeal had discovered for her along with her new boots in a barely picked over little shop in Moscow. Her long wavy hair hung long and free, shaping her face like a frame would shape a photograph. The soft cream color sweater was worn more for comfort than for the temperature. She was so content and was basking in a day or so of full undivided attention from her fallen angel, and for the silence of not being haunted by the ghosts. She'd barely reached her favorite tree when she paused and smelled a familiar scent. Tilting her head, her sharp eyes scanned the darkness until they fell on the tall figure approaching from the shadows. The Strigoi waved at her Dhampir brother.
"Hello, Dimka. I didn't know you planned to visit today. Is everything alright?"