Allure Of The Night

[Mature Content] The body of a mermaid is a vault of treasures. Their tears formed the most splendid of pearls, their exquisite blood a euphoric drug for vampires, their luscious hair woven into the finest of silk, and their tender meat sought after by werewolves more than Heaven’s ambrosia. The creatures of night mingled within human society, fleeced in the wool of aristocracy, veiled in their portrayed innocence and nobility, their savagery continued to predate on the weak and powerless. Genevieve Barlow, Eve for short, was an exceptionally strange young lady. She had an alluring and beguiling nature, where for her twenty-four year old self had barely changed in appearance since her eighteenth birthday. She had fooled the administration and had gotten a degree so that she could have a better life. Most odd of all was that Eve had a secret she shared with no one. She enters the house of Moriarty, not just to earn but also to find answers on what happened to her mother nearly two decades ago. Unfortunately, things do not always proceed as one planned. Despite her cautious nature and desire to stay out of sight, a cold pair of eyes falls on her, that soon refuses to leave her out of sight.

ash_knight17 · Fantasy
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Wind around the Tower Bell

Music Recommendation: Respite- Fredrik Jonasson

Eve and Vincent sat in the tower bell where the bell was hung, facing the other side of the forest and not the town where one could see the celebration of the Carnival of Winter. 

They sat near the edge, where Eve had folded her legs and had a water container that rested on her lap. She stared at the vast sky and the forest that stretched. 

As they sat up high in the tower, the breeze was faster and tried to ruffle them. She tucked the piece of her hair behind her ear, which only loosened before moving in the direction of the wind. The crowd's chattering could be heard distantly from where they sat, accompanied by the chirping of the crickets. 

Vincent sat one step away from Eve, at the edge with his legs hanging in the air. He had his body leaned back which was supported by his hands placed on the dusty platform they sat on.