#Volturi Questionnaire

[volterran-wine]

I hope this doesn't come across as a headcanon request, and if it does, feel free to ignore it. I just saw that "Volturi and Taylor Swift lyrics" post you made and I was wondering if you think any of the Volturi are Swifties?

• — 𝐎𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

No need to fret dear Anonymous, I shall answer your question seeing as though we are only days away from Miss Swift's newest album being released. Personally I am looking forward to the album very much myself.

I have decided to put them all into a couple of categories for you dear Anonymous; I hope they are to your liking.

𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝

Didyme.

𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜:

Jane • Alec • Marcus • Caius

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬:

Athenodora • Sulpicia • Aro • Felix • Corin • Afton

𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭:

Demetri • Heidi • Renata • Chelsea

𝐈𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐃:

Santiago.

#Volturi Questionnaire #Aro Volturi #Marcus Volturi #Caius Volturi #Sulpicia Volturi #Athenodora Volturi #Didyme Volturi #Demetri Volturi #Felix Volturi #Heidi Volturi #Chelsea Volturi #Afton Volturi #Corin Volturi #Santiago Volturi #Renata Volturi #Alec Volturi #Jane Volturi #Volterran Wine is currently not happy about being unable to purchase the limited edition CD due to her country. #The Taylor Swift Debacle

[volturiwolf]

Stuck With You - A Demetri Volturi x fem!Reader Imagine (A Sequel to 'It’s All Greek To Me')

A/N: After @raindancer2004's request/proposal, this is the sequel of 'It’s All Greek To Me'

A/N 2: This is quite a self-indulgent/personal story

A/N 3: The story starts during the Autumn of 2020, two months after 'It’s All Greek To Me'

A/N 4: (Y/N/N) = your nickname

No. of Words: 8900+

Mentions of: Self-pity, Self-doubt, Self-hatred, Depression, Greek, Italian, Swearing, C*vid-19 related themes, Claustrophobia, Agoraphobia, Nosophobia, Attempted kidnapping/assault, Police brutality, quotes from 'Grande Amore' by Il Volo

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Volturi-related Tag List: @eunoia-kth @raindancer2004 @aquanova99 @xxx-wounded-angel-xxx

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(Y/N)’s POV

It was the middle of October, and the weather was still pretty pleasant around, not too hot, not too cold - a classic October in Thessaloniki’s metropolitan area. It was early evening, around twilight hour, and I was sitting on a bench in Nea Krini’s park, looking at the majestic sea in front of me. The sea had always managed to calm me down and clear up my mind; despite my near-death experience a couple of months ago, I could never be truly terrified of the sea. It was one of the few times during the week where I could go out for a walk, calm my nerves, and relax.

I missed my summer vacation. Going back home, in the city, was really depressing. Was it the constant grey and moodiness? Was it the fact that I was coming back to my boring life? Was it the fact that I had to say goodbye to Demetri, and let him go back home? I guess it was a mix of all of them. The fact that we were in the middle of a pandemic, and I had to stay home most of the time, writing my dissertation was magnifying my sadness. My birthday was a few days away, and all I could wish was for Demetri to come and see me, as he had promised me through our Skype calls.

I did feel a bit ungrateful; Demetri was always trying to make sure he texted me as much as he could, which was almost every single day. If he was away on a mission, or busy with “vampire stuff”, as he said, and couldn’t text, he always made sure to inform me beforehand, so I wouldn’t have to “waste my time waiting for him”, and we’d video chat after he came back and was available. But, just talking to him from behind a phone or computer screen made me miss and crave his presence more.

I came close to taking a plane and flying to Italy too many times to count. I had saved a little money throughout my college days - mostly what my parents gave me as pocket money, as going out was never my thing anyway. Flights were slowly getting cheaper around this time of the year anyway, and I was too eager to go find Demetri, so much so that I was on the verge of leaving everything behind me. I didn’t care about the dissertation; I couldn’t find a job here anyway; I felt like a burden to my family already. I could care less about myself; I had never cared about anyone in my life, but my family, friends, and now Demetri.

I never was “full of life”, but lately, existing was getting harder and harder. I was basically “forced” to sit down, write my dissertation, communicate with my advisors as soon as I could, take interviews and write questionnaires for my primary data, and I didn’t want to do any of that. I had two more months to deliver the paper, and between half a month to a month after that for the presentation.

Time was choking me slowly, and I couldn’t do anything, but be patient and take deep breaths. I promised myself I would write as much as I could, but take small breaks in between. When I was done for the day, I would just lay on my bed, listening to sad songs, and crying before drifting to sleep.

That had been going on ever since I came back from Crete. My parents knew something was going on with me, but I dismissed their worries, telling them it was just me being tired of researching, writing, and trying to communicate with my advisor who clearly hadn’t been reading my emails, no matter how many I was sending him. I was stuck; I had nowhere to go; I was on my own.

Ever since I started my Masters, I had been fending away from my friends; me having late afternoon classes and them having morning classes - still in their Bachelor’s - meant that our schedules were completely different from each other, and we were never able to meet up with each other unless it was the weekend. And then again, my professors were encouraging my new classmates and me to connect more and work together, so that meant that not every weekend could be spent with my friends.

And then the pandemic came, and I got stuck at home with my parents and sister, in the hometown I never moved out from, while my friends went back to their hometowns, and basically had to leave me behind. Cafés, restaurants, and bars were surprisingly still open, despite the increasing number of virus cases.

The whole county of Thessaloniki barely had a bit over 1 million people, and yet, as we were walking through the autumn, the number was getting increasingly alarming, and my nosophobia - my fear of getting sick, and germaphobia were keeping me behind. But I also used my logic; I knew better than going out and going crazy, especially since I knew I belonged in a risk group.

I just missed Demetri so much. The few days we spent together in Crete were the best I had ever had, even if they didn’t last long enough for me. Teaching Demetri to swear in Greek was the best experience of my life; it was funny to see him so engaged and genuinely interested in this. The fact that he already knew some of the pronunciations also helped a lot. I just missed him too much.

I didn’t realize I was crying, until I felt the tears rolling down my neck, making me shiver slightly. I would give everything for Demetri to be here with me right now. He couldn’t be here for my name day a month ago, but I was hoping, by some sort of a miracle, that he would be there for my birthday at least.

I looked down at my phone. 21:33. I had to walk for about an hour and a half to go back home, so I decided it was time to leave. There were worse people than vampires lingering out in the dark, and I didn’t want to have to deal with any of them.

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Demetri’s POV

There was an obvious nervousness in the air, as I was walking around the castle aimlessly. I had the day off but I didn’t wish to communicate with (Y/N) today. It wasn’t that I didn’t love her anymore, or that I was trying to avoid her on purpose. I just preferred to spend some time by myself for now, which was why I lied to her, telling her I would be away on a mission. I needed some time just by myself to think about my future with my mate.

The distance between us was painful for me; no online communication could compare to having her in my arms. Even though we would communicate with each other as much as we could, I still selflessly needed her to be beside me, to hold her in my arms while she slept, to take her out for long walks under the starry Volterra night. I needed her to come here and live with me forever. I knew I was being selfish because she had to be with her family; she had to live a happy human life. And yet, I couldn’t help but wish there was a way she could come here with me.

Last month was her name day - something I didn’t even remember Greeks had, but, apparently, it used to be way more important than birthdays, before Greece was “westernized”. It was her name day, and I couldn’t be there for her, because I actually had to go on a mission across the Atlantic at that time.

It pained me when I listened to the pain in her broken voice a few days before that, when I told her that I could neither be there for her nor could we video chat with each other. I never wanted to make her feel sad or neglected. She was the most important person in my life right now; nobody and nothing mattered to me more than she did.

I was on the edge ever since I had to leave her a couple of months, and I was so close to leaving the Volturi just to be with her. If I couldn’t have her here, I would abandon the seemingly miserable life I was living here for a promise of an exciting and fulfilling life with her. My mate. My little, precious human. Tin agapi mou (My love). Il mio unico grande amore (My one great love).

I owed it to her to give her the best life experiences she could have until it was finally time to be turned. Her birthday was approaching quickly, and I could only think of one special thing I could give to her. One thing that would make both of us happy. I smiled lightly to myself, before running towards my private chamber.

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(Y/N)’s POV

My birthday had finally come. As they usually did, my parents and sister would wait until the clock struck midnight to wish me ‘happy birthday’ first. I loved them and appreciated their commitment to do this every single year, but nothing could lift up my mood today. I liked spending time with my family - when they were not shouting or annoying me, but today was a Monday, and both my parents were working, so we couldn’t do anything as a family for my birthday. Even if we could, it wasn’t like I would be beaming with happiness.

All I wanted, all I needed was Demetri, and he wasn’t here to hold me in his arms. He had, of course, texted me to wish me a ‘happy birthday’ the moment the clock struck midnight, which was sooner than my parents and sister did, beating them to that for the first time. Technically, he still had an hour left until it was officially my birthday in Italy, but I guess he wanted to still be closer to my reality than his own. However, all I got was a text. Demetri told me he was away on a mission, and we couldn’t video chat, so I concluded that him coming to visit me was out of the question.

My sister would tell me ‘happy birthday’ once again in the morning, but she was busy with her uni classes, as I was supposed to be with my dissertation, so going out with me was impossible for her. That weirded me out; my sister was the kind of person to always go out, while still taking her classes and grades seriously - she was definitely more passionate than I was in every aspect. Ever since they lifted the lockdown back in May, she would always go out, mostly on walks by herself, as most of her friends were also back in their hometowns.

So, I was alone for the day. Though I lived close to my grandparents, I couldn’t visit them for obvious reasons, and, if I had to, I would always wear a mask and keep my distance. I decided that my mind was too messy to sit down and work on my thesis, and I could really use a day off, not thinking about anything or anyone; a sort of gift to myself. I decided I needed to take a breath, alone, to rethink my life, which I was doing quite often nowadays, though I wouldn't voice any of my thoughts to anyone else.

I popped by my sister's room to let her know I would go out. "Hey, V, I'm going out."

"Wait!" She turned around to look at me with a look of absolute disbelief. "You? Going out? Are you okay? Do you need to talk about it? Come here." She invited me in for a hug, but I didn't move from my place.

"I'm okay. I'm doing okay. I just want to go out; you know, take a breath. It's been really stressful lately."

"So, you won't take your little sister with you?" She pouted her lips with fake sadness.

"I know you are busy. You told me you're busy. Do you want to come with me? I'll wait for you, but don't be late."

"I'm kidding. I have an online class in like 20 minutes. Go out! Walk! Exercise! Whatever! Just stop being miserable and live a bit!"

"V, I'm just going for a walk, that's all."

"And that's a lot for you. That's what I'm saying. You need to go out more."

"I have to write my thesis, V." I was getting mentally exhausted by her preaching, though I knew she was right.

"You always have enough time to go out. You just overthink everything and waste whatever free time you have."

"Yeah, tell me something I don't know. Anyway, I'll have to go. Where's your cat?"

She pointed at the big pile of clothes that seemed like it was dripping out of her closet. I bent forward a bit to see Oliver napping on her clothes. V's closet was one of his favorite places to nap, and though she tried to get him out of there, she knew that her closet was a mess already, and she couldn't be mad at her furry baby.

"Nice. Anyway, I'm out. If you need anything, call me."

"Snacks! Bring me snacks!" She smiled comically, making me chuckle, as I waved her goodbye.

Once again, I walked towards Kalamaria, which was closer to my house than going downtown was; plus, it was way more beautiful and quiet. I once again walked towards the park of Nea Krini, which had become my favorite spot thus far. It was a quiet neighborhood and not too many people went there; most of them preferred Aretsou and other busy neighborhoods around the city.

I was lucky in a way to live 'in the suburbs' - when my grandpa built the house for the family, this place was surrounded by fields, and there were swamps nearby. But within the last decades, as more and more people came to live here, the area was upgraded and the fields and swamps turned into apartment buildings, businesses, hospitals. However, there still were old neoclassical houses to remind people of the city's old glory.

There was so much beauty around, and, most of the time, I chose to ignore it, for the sake of my own 'myriads' of issues. I didn't take a breath, a good, nice breath; I was choking and drowning myself in my negativity. This time, I tried to forget about all these and focus on myself. I deserved to care about myself more than I actually do; I owed that to myself, and my mental health, which was slowly deteriorating over time.

As I was walking down the streets, I couldn’t help but think if Demetri actually cared about me, or if he was just passing his time. We didn’t do anything intimate or even send nudes to each other - Demetri was understanding and too old-fashioned for that. But, still, the only thing I could ever think about was if what Demetri felt for me was even real. Because I knew that what I felt for him was real, but my insecurities were getting the best out of me, as usual. He told me I was his soulmate; yet, we hadn’t met for two months, and I was wondering if texting and video chatting were all he was ever willing to do.

When I reached the park, I quickly walked towards my favorite spot and sat down, making sure I was nowhere near other people. There was only one person around, who came a minute or two after me, but I couldn’t make out if they were a man or a woman; they were covered under many layers of clothing, and they were holding a big dark grey umbrella. I should have considered bringing an umbrella with me. Though it was a sunny day, it was still October and the weather could easily turn around and start raining.

I took my deep breath in, closing my eyes, and just trying to enjoy the cool breeze that hit my face, while the sun warmed my barely-exposed skin. I took another deep breath in, and then another. I was feeling the ultimate relaxation, my body becoming less stiff, and my mind numbing with no thoughts in particular. I was trying to live in the moment, even if that meant that I had to pause a bit and reconsider my priorities. Of course, I would first have to get done with the dissertation, but I tried to think about it more calmly, with a calm and organized mind. I kept telling myself that it wasn’t the end of the world, and if I did try to relax just a bit, I would only benefit myself and get done with everything sooner.

Suddenly, I felt a cold hand covering my eyes. I went to scream, but another one covered my mouth, so I was barely heard under my muffled screams. I tried to remove the hands off my face, but they felt like they were locked on me. I tried to fight off the perpetrator but I only hurt myself as they seemed to be extremely strong and felt nothing out of my struggles.

I felt the stranger breathing in my ear, his breath cold, making me shiver. “Fiore (flower), is this your way to welcome me to your hometown?” Wait! It can’t be!

The stranger removed his hands off me and I slowly turned my face around to look at him. He was smiling brightly under his cover; a smile that melted my heart.

“Demetri!” I practically screamed, falling into his arms and hugging him tightly. If he was human, he wouldn’t be able to breathe by now, but the beautiful man standing in front of me right now did not really need to breathe. I took a deep inhale of the scent that I missed so much these past couple of months.

“Agapi mou, mou eleipses. (My love, I missed you.) Happy Birthday, love. ” Demetri was running one hand through my hair, while the other rubbed against my back. His head was buried at the crook of my neck, breathing in my scent.

“I missed you, too, Dem. So, so much. Thank you for coming” I almost let a sob out, in a mix of desperation for Demetri’s absence and relief that he was finally here with me.

“I am so happy to finally be here with you, my love. I may have lived through hundreds of years, but every second away from you felt like millennia.” Dem was leaving small kisses on my neck, making my whole existence thrill.

Though we had been about two months away from each other, all the feelings I had towards him did not seem to have faded. On the contrary, I felt closer to him, not just physically, but emotionally and mentally, as if nothing else mattered about our life or our past. It felt as if we’d been sharing a common life from the very beginning; as if my life before meeting him was an endless, black void, and now I could have a bright future with Dem by my side.

“Demetrakiiii?” I broke the comfortable silence, speaking in a cute, child-like voice.

Dem smirked, something between a cheeky and a sweet smile. “What is it, (Y/N/N)?”

“Have you been insulting Felix as I taught you?” I grinned, trying to imitate Bill Skarsgard’s “Pennywise” smile, and failing miserably.

“Only you, love, could ruin such a perfectly romantic moment like that.” Dem laughed along, bringing a genuine smile to my face, before leaning in and finally making up for all the kisses we missed the past few months.

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“Hronia polla, Demetri! Happy Namesday!” I screamed the moment Demetri opened his door, jumping up and down, excited for him experiencing his name day here with me.

“Hey, baby!” Dem gently grabbed my shoulders with both of his hands, trying to stop my outburst, as he slowly led me into his rental apartment. “What’s got you so excited?”

“It’s Saint Demetrios’ Day today! Agiou Demetriou, you know? It’s your name day!” I couldn’t hide my excitement, but Dem kept looking at me confused, not sharing my enthusiasm.

“Okay? I think I’m too old, or young for this? Can you elaborate on that?”

“Okay, so, you are younger, but I thought you knew about it. So, you know how most Greeks are named after a saint of the Orthodox Church?” Dem nodded understandingly for me to continue. “So, every saint has their own day of worship, of celebration, and the person named after that saint has their name day. Like mine was last month? Today, it’s the 26th of October, meaning that it’s Saint Demetrio’s day, meaning that is your name day, my mom’s name day, and Thessaloniki’s day.”

“Wait, I got it about me and your mom, but why Thessaloniki?” The blonde vampire seemed too clueless for the centuries that he had lived through.

“Well, to make it easier for you to understand, for example, from what I read about Volterra, they celebrate Saint Marcus and the whole town celebrates, correct?”

“Yeah. I’m really happy that you read about Volterra, amore. Are you preparing yourself for moving in with me?” Dem smiled cheekily, the mention of Volterra bringing hope to the blondie.

“Well, you never know.. But, let’s get back to what I was saying. So, just like humans celebrate Saint Marcus in Volterra, in Thessaloniki we celebrate Saint Demetrio. He is the patron saint of Thessaloniki; the saint that protected the city when it was under Bulgarian siege. There are many legends about Saint Demetrio, but, the most important thing is that today is your name-day! And I’m so happy you’re here with me!” I finally hugged Demetri as tightly as I could with my human strength.

“I’m not sure if I can share your excitement yet, love, but I do know that I’m also happy to be here with you.” Dem leaned down a bit, and pressed a sweet kiss on my head, his arms holding me securely against him. “Pupa (Babe)? I don’t want to ruin what is happening now, but have you talked to your parents about me yet?”

I knew this would come up soon. I sighed, moving out of Demetri’s embrace to look him in the eyes. “I will be honest with you. I haven’t told either of them about you yet. Honestly, I am trying to take as much time as I need, before telling them. You know, introducing them to my boyfriend may seem a lot for them; even for my sister. Imagine if they knew that you’re a vampire and we’re soulmates. They would freak out even more. So, I just need time to let them in slowly, and then I’ll see what I should do. I should also find a way to prepare them for my departure. It must be impossible for them to never see me again. I know it is for me.”

“Your departure to Volterra, you mean?” I nodded at my lover, smiling hopefully at him. “You mean it? You will come back to Volterra with me?”

“You promised you would come here to visit me, and I promised you I would come to live with you permanently. I cannot stay away from you, Demetri. My whole being is intertwined with you. Every second away from you is torture, and I do not wish to stay away from you any longer. I want to spend every moment of my life with you. Every moment of my existence. Every single moment until the Earth collapses and we are nothing more than dust scattered across the universe.”

“Vita mia, zoi mou (my life), respiro dei giorni miei d’amore (breath of my love days), that was pretty dark for a human to think like that, but I know what you mean. I feel the same. I want to spend the rest of my existence with you. I spent too much time alone, on my own, and I do not wish to spend a second more away from you. I’ll see all the necessary paperwork for you to move to Italy with me, and as soon as they are ready, we’re leaving from here, okay?”

“Okay, mio anima gemella (my soulmate).” I pecked his soft lips a few times, before grinning at him once again. “But, first, we need to celebrate your name day!”

“Dolcetta (sweety), is it really necessary?” Dem huffed in desperation.

“Yeah, it is! Name days used to be celebrated in Greece instead of birthdays. They were really important, and the birthdays were not. Since we don’t know exactly when your birthday is, we shall be celebrating your name-day! Come on, Dem! We won’t do anything excessive. Besides, we’re still in a pandemic, just a little looser than we were six months ago.” I looked at him with doe eyes, trying to convince the usually stubborn immortal.

“Okay, love, but I’m driving. I don’t want to risk anything!”

“Yes, Sir!” I mocked him a bit, pulling him out of the house quickly, as he showed no resistance. I was set to show him around the city that I loved to hate so much.

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“You must be joking!” I screamed at the TV, ready to throw the remote at it before Dem’s hand gently stopped me.

“What is it, dolcetta? What’s got you so upset?” Demetri furrowed his eyebrows, clearly worried about my sudden outburst.

“Do you remember a few days ago, on your name day, when we walked around the town and stopped close to Saint Demetrio’s church?”

“Yes, love. It was beautiful. I’m a bit disappointed that we didn’t get closer though. I really wanted to see the interior, but I was worried about you. All these people, so close to each other. I know how scared you are of diseases and tight spaces, and I didn’t want to risk it.” Dem had taken a seat next to me on the couch, hugging me lovingly.

“Yeah, I was worried about that, too. The pandemic has really heightened my anxiety and I cannot deal with it. So, about the crowd that you said? Guess what? They are the reason why we’re going into a lockdown!” I tapped my thighs frustrated.

“What? What do you mean?”

“It was a “super spread” event. There were sick people among the crowd, and most, if not all of those attending the church service that day, got sick. Do you have any idea what that means for the city? Just one person who got sick can transmit the disease to so many more people. That’s it! We’re done! We’re closing down! Again!”

“(Y/N)? Aren’t you exasperating a bit? I’m sure everything is going to be okay.” Dem was so calm, he got on my nerves. At that moment, I didn’t want him to touch me, not because I would hurt him in any way, but because it felt as if I had chains wrapped around me.

“Dem, Demetri, baby, amore. You have no idea what is going on. This stupid thing right there..”, I pointed towards the TV, “..is saying that Thessaloniki is under a lockdown, effective immediately. They will lock us again! That means that we won’t be allowed to leave the country, or the county, or even the municipality. Heck, we’ll not even be allowed to leave our homes! And all that because of these stupid people, who have zero awareness of what is going on in the world! And we’re all going to pay for that! Literally, the authorities said to not attend the service, and if you were to attend, to keep your distance, wear masks and not kiss the fucking graven pictures! Did anyone listen? Clearly not!”

Demetri did not say a single word during my outburst, only looked saddened at my upset state. He knew that it was a human having a very human reaction, and he decided that he would be as understanding as he could be. So, he did the only thing he could do at the moment and slowly slipped his arms around me, hugging me gently, while he lightly patted my back as I burst into tears, desperate and unsure of what would happen next.

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Things did not look good for any of us right now. As the number of virus cases was increasing abruptly in Thessaloniki, and there was talking of extra measures taken, we were left with no options. Demetri was only visiting me, so he would either have to leave as soon as possible, before he got caught in all the chaos, or stay here until everything was back to normal. As much as I wanted him to stay, I knew that once we were in lockdown, there would be no way of him getting away without getting unnoticed.

As we had all seen previously, the measures taken during the lockdown were strict and insufferable. The time margins were too tight; Demetri would have to go out hunt at night, and that would be challenging, to say the least. Apart from the curfews imposed, when we couldn’t be able to go out at night - unless it was an urgency, supposedly there were cops everywhere around, checking in on people not going out of their houses, chasing others who walked out at night. It was a nightmare, and it felt so repressing and suffocating.

Though I never went out late at night - because of my agoraphobia, it felt as if everyone around was watching you, your every move, waiting for you to slip up and do anything to compromise “public safety”. In reality, even if we were allowed to go out - by sending a message to a governmental number, stating the reason why we needed to get out of the house, we were not safe.

It wasn’t new for Greece, but police brutality seemed to be an everyday thing for our lives now. It wasn’t new for cops to exploit the “power” and “responsibility” they were given by the government, and actually attack civilians for no apparent reason, all in the name of “public safety” and “following the measures”. The news was filled with such brutal images almost every day, and it seemed to be getting worse and worse as time passed.

If I didn’t have Demetri by my side, I would have flipped by now. He somehow managed to find a new Airbnb house for him to stay, until the lockdown was lifted. This one was closer to the forest, up in the mountain, close to Choriatis. At first, I couldn’t live with him, as I was still living with my parents, and leaving would seem sudden and out-of-character for me. I didn’t have a job yet, though I tried for months, so there was no way I could afford to stay anywhere on my own.

I actually had to convince my parents that I would be safe with Demetri, whom they did not know existed in my life until the moment I finally had to tell them. They were anything but thrilled or understanding, but, after hours of talking, arguing, and shouting, they finally somewhat understood that they couldn’t do or say anything to convince me.

Demetri had money of his own - a lot of it, actually. He had promised to take care of me, whether I decided to stay back home or come stay with him. And I used this factor to my advantage, in order to convince my parents that I could make it on my own. They were not fully convinced yet, because they didn’t know a thing about Dem.

However, a meeting with Demetri convinced them that they had nothing to worry about. Demetri managed to easily charm them, which was unusual for my parents. My mom was usually more open in talking to new people, being naturally sociable, but my dad was more like me: socially awkward, introverted, weird at conversations, stubborn, and liked to start debates, which seemed more like arguments than actual conversations.

Demetri even managed to convince my sister, who was more judgemental than both my parents combined. She always had my best interest in mind, and she was trying to support and advise me about not trusting anyone but myself and my family “who care about me”. Though she was younger, she was a bit more experienced in the ‘real world’. While I preferred to stay in my comfort zone and not take risks, she went out and took the chances, even if things did not turn out on the positive side.

The only thing that was left now was for the lockdown-shitshow to be over, so I could finally go live with Demetri in Volterra. My only hope was that it would be over soon but I was realistic and I knew that, most likely, that wouldn’t be the case. Boy, was I right..

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Demetri’s POV

(Y/N)’s patience and sanity seemed to deteriorate day after day. I didn’t blame her. I was a vampire. I had been living for over 1000 years now, but she was young and human. She didn’t have the kind of patience I was trained for through all these centuries.

She wanted to get out of this country as soon as she could; as long as she was still young and could “maintain whatever is left of her youth, because she wouldn’t like to look like an old vampire, like Marcus, for eternity”, as she would say.

I was laughing along with her for her comment on Marcus, whom I showed her pictures of, along with Aro, Caius, Felix, the Twins, and Heidi - basically, the closest people I had in my life, and with whom I spent most of my time. I told her I wouldn’t care if she was 70 years old; for me, she would always be my one true love.

But, she was right. This “lockdown” that was supposed to last for two weeks, until about mid-November, was literally endless. We were at the end of February and the lockdown was still in place. At first, it was two weeks. Then, it was two more weeks. The two weeks became a month.

Back in December, when it was supposed to be Christmas, they were saying that kids would be able to go out for the carols - which (Y/N) informed me it was a “door to door” thing, like when kids go out for “trick or treat” in Halloween, which Greeks, apparently, do not celebrate.

So, apparently, singing carols is supposed to be a thing for kids, and it happens 3 times a year: one day before Christmas, on the 24th of December; one day before New Year’s Day, on the 31st of December; and one day before “Foton”, on the 5th of January.

I didn’t know the last one, so (Y/N) had to explain to me that “Foton”, which translated to “Lights’”, also known as “Theophania”, was the day that ‘Agios Ioannis o Vaftistis’ (Saint John the Baptist) baptized Jesus Christ in the Jordan River.

Apparently, such traditions had always been really important to Greeks, and (Y/N) was quite disappointed it wouldn’t happen this year. She did confess to me that in the last few years they wouldn’t decorate a tree or put decorations around the house, as her mom was the only one excited about getting her and her sister excited for the holidays.

But her mom lost her spirit for the holidays because the whole process did not bring her joy anymore, so she wouldn’t even try after a point. The carols were one thing that reminded (Y/N) it was actually the holidays and there was supposedly happiness around.

So, even though it didn’t really feel like the Christmas holidays and all these, I tried to cheer her up. I surprised her with a Christmas tree and decorations around the house - whatever I could find in shops or online that seemed “Christmas-y” and happy.

I had no idea what the whole thing was supposed to actually look like, but the look of surprise and utter happiness on (Y/N)’s face reassured me that I did manage to do a good job. I insisted on keeping up the Christmas tree until the beginning of February, even though (Y/N) said it should be up until the 6th or 7th of January at most. The tree brought happiness to her face, and I wanted this happiness to last as long as possible; if it was up to me, I would have kept everything well into the spring months.

The worst part of these “lockdowns” was the curfew imposed, which would change regularly, depending on the area and the number of cases. It started from 10 in the night until 5 in the morning, but it would change; it would either be 9 pm to 5 or 6 am, or 10 pm to 5 or 6 am, or even, in some cases, 6 pm to 6 am.

It didn’t make sense - this only led to people gathering in small places, like supermarkets or stores, because the time schedule was too restricted, especially for those working until late in the afternoon, or those working until late at night.

Of course, I wouldn’t let (Y/N) leave the house at all; I couldn’t risk her contracting the virus. I was terrified of her getting sick; I couldn’t bear anything happening to my beautiful girl. I had been alive for long enough to witness some of the world's largest pandemics. Back then, I wouldn't give a second thought to people perishing from the disease, but that was my mate - my one true chance in love - and I would never put her life at such a risk.

I instead proposed to be the one going out to get her whatever she needed, as I wasn’t at risk of getting sick, though I still had to wear a face mask like every human.

I also proposed to drive her parents and sister to work or wherever else they needed to go with the car I had rented when I first arrived here, as (Y/N) usually had to. That way, I exempted her from all these responsibilities and prevented her from going out of the house, while also gaining her family’s trust.

Winter came and went, (Y/N) had already submitted and presented her thesis, and we were now well into the springtime. The weather was becoming sweeter, warmer, and more pleasant, but we were still in lockdown.

(Y/N) would like to go out in the garden and enjoy the warm sun on her skin for hours on end; she said it reminded her she was still alive, and I wouldn’t be the one to take that away from her. Of course, I would remind her that too much sun exposure could be damaging for the skin, but she reminded me that she would soon be undead and, hopefully, her skin would be “a perfect, hard porcelain” like mine was, repairing itself.

The only times I allowed (Y/N) to personally go out, instead of me, was when she had to get her grandparents and parents to get vaccinated, as they needed to be accompanied, in case something happened to them afterward. Nothing happened, but they needed someone to drive them to and from the vaccination center.

And even when the borders opened for tourism in July, which meant that we could finally leave, (Y/N) had to get vaccinated. Thankfully, both she and her sister were done with their vaccinations in mid-July, but I gave her two weeks just to be sure, and to let her enjoy whatever time she had left with her family and the friends she had around, as most of them lived in different cities or countries.

By the beginning of August, all papers were finalized, all responsibilities were completed and we could finally leave and move (Y/N) to Volterra permanently. All this time, I was carefully and patiently preparing her for what she may come across when we arrived in Volterra.

She may have been accustomed to my presence, my red eyes, and my need for blood by now, but she would be surrounded by, at least, 30 more vampires like me, so she had to be careful and cautious around them. I had, of course, instructed the Kings, Felix, the Twins, and Heidi to be patient with her, help her adjust, and make sure she was okay when I wouldn’t be around, but I was still worried for the other vampires, especially the lower guards, which was why I still had to teach (Y/N) everything she would need to know in order to survive as a human there before she was to be turned.

For some time, I almost forgot that Eurovision happened back in May, after 2 years. As much as we wouldn’t openly admit it, Felix, the Twins, Heidi, Chelsea, Santiago, and I were huge fans of the contest ever since it started. It was fun seeing what each country “exported” as musical talent, and it was even more fun to look at all the “crazy” costumes and acts many countries went with. It was also a time to brag about Italy’s superiority in the beauty of the language, the songs, and the overall result.

We were highly disappointed when the Netherlands won back in 2019, although they had a good song. But we were much better, and Alessandro was a literal icon, so it was totally unfair. Thankfully, this was our year. After 31 years, we finally won and the contest would be held in Italy once again. Not to mention that we also won EURO 2020, which I wasn’t as excited about as (Y/N) was - my mate’s a weird human, getting crazy over both Eurovision and football, but I liked her that way. “It’s coming to Rome! It’s coming to Rome!” was the only thing she was shouting.

I reminded myself that I had to brag to the Kings for choosing Måneskin to represent us this year, as I was right all along for them. Of course, it was the Kings, the ones who supported the band financially in order to go to Amsterdam, and the ones who had pledged to financially support the competition in Italy if Måneskin won, but I was the one who introduced the band to the Kings. I had a mind for business and I knew what would work and what wouldn’t.

In exchange, the competition would heavily promote our “Tuscany tours” to its attendees, in an effort to bring more food for us. That could mean thousands of people to feast from, as they were expecting really big numbers of tourists coming next year, just for Eurovision. To seal the deal, we also promised the four young talents that we would turn them in a few years when they were ready to take a small break and be able to control their thirst, and they would continue to promote Italy and Tuscany.

(Y/N) could not believe it when I told her that I had met Måneskin and that it was because of me that Italy won the competition. Thankfully, I had the photos to convince her. Me with every member of the band; me with the whole band; Felix and I with the band; Chelsea, Jane, and Heidi with the band. I had over a thousand pictures on my phone to confirm my story to (Y/N).

After that, she was so excited, I actually had to promise her that she would get to meet whenever they came back to Italy and were available. They had already arranged so many shows around the world, which meant even more exposure for Italy, and, indirectly, us, as well.

August was slowly coming to an end. A few days ago, (Y/N) came back from her two-week vacation with her parents, grandparents, and sister, which I offered to pay as a gift to them. She was glowing, more beautiful than ever. She was calm and seemed more confident about coming with me back to Italy than she had ever been. She told me she spent enough time with her family for them to know that she needed to take this step into her life, and start something new that will do her good.

I was more than happy that, after all this time, she still willingly wanted to follow me back to Volterra, and it felt as if a weight was lifted off of my shoulders. Thankfully, there were a few cloudy days that allowed us to fly undisturbed, without having to worry about me getting exposed by the sun.

(Y/N) suggested we could fly commercial to avoid the hassle, and fly more environmentally friendly. I, on the other hand, proposed that commercial flying was the true hassle, and we would waste essential time waiting at the airports, while also risking her getting sick.

I also had to remind her that she would most likely need quite a few of her personal belongings with her in Volterra, and we couldn't transport them there any other way. So, she agreed, in the end, to travel by the private jet I came here with, about 10 months ago. She was shocked at how luxurious and spacious it was, and I bragged about being something quite insignificant, compared to the rest of Volturis' possessions.

The flight went by smoothly, and (Y/N) managed to sleep within a few minutes from our departure until we arrived in Volterra. I couldn't wake her up when we arrived at our private airport, and I also couldn't when we arrived in the palazzo. My mate was a heavy sleeper, and I honestly found that fascinating.

I could only sit in an armchair, right beside the bed, waiting for her to wake up on her own. It was a shock for her when she woke up in a seemingly unknown bed that was dressed in red cotton sheets, with matching pillowcases, and fleece. The fear quickly faded when she saw me and jumped off of the sheets that covered her body and straight into my arms.

I slowly started introducing her around the palazzo, first to the Kings and then to my friends, who I could trust with keeping her safe. Aro was fascinated with her, and I could only imagine what he saw as her potential power. Nevertheless, I would not pressure her into doing anything she didn't want while she was still human, because I knew the Kings would, when she eventually turned.

It took her some time to adjust to her new life around the castle. She took regular walks around the town to get to know the place, taking too many pictures, in my opinion. She told me she always had a thing where she would take as many pictures as possible to show to her family, to make them feel like they were there with her, just by looking at those pictures. This innocent side of her made me love her even more than before - was that even possible?

After a few months, (Y/N) had familiarised herself well enough within the Volturi realm, and I was both pleased and proud of how well she had adjusted. There were, of course, times where she would suddenly get too sad and emotional, especially if she had talked with her family previously. Unfortunately, I had to remind her that once she was turned, she would either have to cut ties with them or only be able to call them on the phone. (Y/N) insisted on the latter, not able to renounce and forget her family altogether.

Besides that, she had adjusted well and was able to hang around the others as well. We had quite some fun time with (Y/N), either watching movies, playing games, discussing current events and pop culture and talking about fashion.

What many vampires around the castle did not know was that Jane, Heidi, and Chelsea had started their unofficial clothing line a few years ago, as an alternative to the outdated guard clothing we were forced to wear. While these clothes looked very serious and dark, they still followed the current trends, while still looking classy and timeless.

They also included skirts for men, and trousers for women, which would have never happened otherwise - Caius, who was responsible for our clothing, was very adamant about keeping the gender stereotypes. Aro, on the other hand, was more open in trying more feminine clothes, which Caius forbade him from ever getting involved with, after the 1980s "fiasco", where Aro, curious about the disco trends of the era, ordered clothes for the whole Guard and the Kings that were "disco-appropriate". Caius almost tore the whole castle down when he saw what Aro deemed as appropriate clothing for all of them.

(Y/N) suggested she could help them however she could, so they also included her in their designs. Thankfully, each piece of clothing was designed on each specific guard's body, as each guard’s body type was completely different from the other. Felix's clothes would always cost the most, in terms of the number and quantities of fabrics used to sew just one piece of clothing together.

Just like the three female vampires taught (Y/N) how to design and sew clothes, she would teach them Greek, like she had taught me when we first met. She would hold a class two times a week for about two hours, whenever all three women were available. But that quickly peaked the interest of more vampires around the castle, as Felix, Alec, and Santiago seemed intrigued with the possibility of learning something new.

(Y/N) would end up holding full Greek classes three times a week for over three hours each, in case any guards had to be out on missions and were forced to miss classes. Felix, Alec, and Santiago showed extreme zeal and antagonized each other in who would be the best in understanding and speaking Greek by the end of each week.

The classes became so popular that even the Kings stopped by once to see what the fuss was all about, but ended up sitting regularly in these classes. It seemed to be a new experience for them - back when they were living in Greece, the language was much, much different than the "modern language" (Y/N) spoke.

I didn't care about regularly bringing up that I was (Y/N)'s best student, but the others shushed me, saying that it didn't count if I slept with the teacher. (Y/N) would laugh at the scenes I would cause, but would continue teaching everyone. She was surprisingly patient with Afton, while we all told her to not bother with. Even the Kings, who were already too involved in these courses, were progressing faster than Afton, despite their busy schedules. But (Y/N) would insist that if anyone wanted to learn, she was honored to help them.

Things got a bit out of control when she started teaching swear words to Felix. The giant doofus must have figured out I was calling him names without him knowing what they meant. So when (Y/N) came to live here, he approached her and asked her to personally teach him whatever she had been teaching me. (Y/N) laughed at his request, but taught him anyway. Now the fottuto scimmione (fucking ape) would follow me all around the castle, cursing me in Greek, like the big dumb he had always been.

Besides that, life was good and interesting, thanks to (Y/N). She brought a breath of fresh air around this place and gave us another reason to have a fun time. Even with her scheduled transformation approaching, she never stopped bringing a note of liveliness around the undead. She was actually pretty excited to experience life from my own perspective as a vampire, though she missed her family already.

I was also pretty excited for her transformation because it meant that I could finally seal the promise I gave her a year and a half ago, when we first met, of being together forever. If somebody told me two years ago that a year later I would be holding my whole world in my arms, I would be laughing. I had already spent so many centuries alone, I had lost faith in finding my mate.

But Moires (fates/’Moirai’) had chosen otherwise when they brought me this angel; my own personal piece of perfection. I had never thought that my Greek origin would ever amount to anything, apart from my name and telling others I was Greek. And yet, it was that part of me that (Y/N) and I first found common ground in. It was that first part that connected us.

I had never been thankfully in my life for anything, as I now was for (Y/N), my beautiful mate. I was determined to spend the rest of my life loving and protecting her. I would never let her go because she had proven herself to be the most precious treasure in my life. And I was so happy to spend the whole eternity stuck with her.

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tagging:  @monstyres​ (riley) , @rosefromdeath​ @eclipseloved​ @rivalrus​ @butvic​ @brideblooded​  @arachnidfangs​

—    BASICS.

▸     IS YOUR MUSE TALL    /    SHORT    /    AVERAGE ?   Short.

▸      ARE THEY OKAY WITH THEIR HEIGHT ?  It makes it hard to reach anything on a high shelf but otherwise she doesn’t mind it.

▸      WHAT’S THEIR HAIR LIKE ?  Bree cut her hair just after joining the Cullens and dyed most of the length an ombre teal. After a couple conditioning treatments, it’s soft again but due to her natural texture, her locks have some curl and wave to them. 

▸     DO THEY SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON THEIR HAIR     /    GROOMING ? Only when she has to maintain the color. Otherwise she just brushes it out with her hands (brushes make what frizziness she has worse).

▸     DOES YOUR MUSE CARE ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE   /   WHAT OTHERS THINK ?  Bree doesn’t have a lot of opinion on her appearance. She bathes and shows and cleans her face and brushes her teeth, but she doesn’t usually wear make up except to cover the shine of her skin if she absolutely MUST go out in the sun. But in terms of what she WEARS, Bree doesn’t put a lot of care or consideration and just wears what’s comfortable. Alice usually tries to help convince her to wear otherwise.

—    PREFERENCES.

▸     INDOORS    OR   OUTDOORS ? ▸     RAIN    OR    SUNSHINE ?  ▸     FOREST   OR    BEACH ?  ▸     PRECIOUS    METALS OR AND GEMS ? ▸   FLOWERS    OR  AND   PERFUMES ?  ▸     PERSONALITY    OR    APPEARANCE ?  ▸     BEING    ALONE  OR    BEING    IN    A    CROWD ? ▸     ORDER   OR    ANARCHY ?  ▸     PAINFUL    TRUTHS    OR   WHITE    LIES ?  ▸    SCIENCE   OR AND    MAGIC ? ▸     PEACE    OR    CONFLICT ?  ▸    NIGHT    OR    DAY ?  ▸   DUSK  OR   DAWN ?  ▸     WARMTH    OR   COLD ?  ▸     MANY   ACQUAINTANCES    OR    A    FEW    CLOSE    FRIENDS ?  ▸     READING  OR    PLAYING    A    GAME ?

—    QUESTIONNAIRE.

▸      WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR MUSE’S BAD HABITS ? Doesn’t look people in the eye often, even when she’s talking to them. She wrings her hands when she’s nervous.

▸      HAS YOUR MUSE LOST ANYONE CLOSE TO THEM ?  HOW HAS IT AFFECTED THEM ?  Bree never much becomes close with anyone, the only time was with Diego that one day during her time in the newborn army. Even then, they weren’t all that close but he was at the same time all she had-- up until a couple days before they started heading toward Forks she had never even spoken to Fred. Losing Diego -the only person who had been kind to her, and the only person who wanted to talk to her- devastated her. It was enough that in the peak of battle, it made Bree lose her will to live, or to fight to live. Between the Volturi leaving and joining the Cullen family, she hasn’t had much time to actually process the death of him but when she does, she grieves. It’s mostly a guilt that wallows up inside, over all the things they could have done different, and a despair that of course, the only good thing to happen to her out of all the shit is gone. She finds little comfort in the Cullen family during this time, since everything is so fresh and new and they are mostly occupied with Bella’s wedding then baby and transformation. The grief ends up blending into a thick black mess of all the other things that are happening at the same time that she’s forced to process--- so she never ends up coming to terms with it much internally. She’s only ever forced to face it as a blunt fact without much closure.

▸      WHAT ARE SOME FOND MEMORIES YOUR MUSE HAS ? She has very few memories from when her mother was present, before she “left” and most of them have blurred out. The most clearly she can recall is her mother reading her The Giving Tree at bed time. As a teen, she hates that story but she can still somewhat vaguely recall the tenderness her mom treated her with when it was read out loud.

▸     IS IT EASY FOR YOUR MUSE TO KILL ? It is terrifyingly easy for Bree to kill other humans, at least for the feed. In the army, humans weren’t people anymore. They encouraged the idea that humans were now just food to hunt and kill and drink from and as a newborn it was easier not to fight that idea because the thirst was so powerful, so intense, it didn’t leave any room for guilt or empathy. Bree described herself as “shutting off her brain” when it came time to hunt. She becomes predator and erases all feelings of guilt and fear and sadness, and lets the thirst take over. When she joins the Cullens, a lot of this begins to get brushed off and she remembers humans have value, that they have lives and hopes and dreams. It helps keep her from wanting to feed on humans again.

▸      WHAT’S IT LIKE WHEN YOUR MUSE BREAKS DOWN ? It’s quiet and withdrawn. Even in her grief Bree tries to take up very little space, tries not to make a show of it or draw attention. She’ll bite and cry into her hand to avoid making noises, or into her shirt and holds herself (she doesn’t count on anyone else to do it for her).

▸      IS YOUR MUSE CAPABLE OF TRUSTING SOMEONE WITH THEIR LIFE? Yes, but it takes an enormous amount of trust. In case of the Cullen family, she had very little choice but  Carlise and Esme saved her life and she is very aware of the fact she trusts them with her life every day she stays with them. 

▸  WHAT’S YOUR MUSE LIKE WHEN THEY’RE IN LOVE ?  Bree has no experience with love before Diego and this is a stretch to say, since I don’t consider them having been IN love... I don’t think it was possible to have escalated that fast when they only knew and talked to each other one day. I believe Bree had become infatuated with him and vice versa-- it was puppy love. He was the first person to treat her like someone of value and with kindness in YEARS. She suffered abuse and neglect her whole life and then came along someone who for the first time besides Riley, had conversations with her. And unlike Riley, Diego treated her with compassion and humanity- he made her laugh and appreciated her intelligence and encouraged her and invited her to think and criticize which is millions more than anyone else in the army. In love, though, Bree doesn’t change who she is, but she becomes more open. Sadly she will put the other person ahead of herself, whether it is their needs or their safety. She will become a little more tactile and willing to touch, but otherwise it will depend on the person.

#headcanon

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Character Questionnaire

Tagged by: @trickshxt

Tagging: and whoever else wants to do it!

1 ) WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE ?  very very often alec smells of roses. he spends a lot of time in his rose gardens at volterra, purposely uses rose oil as a perfume in baths and applied directly to his skin, and he just loves roses. he also often has the scent of blood on him. he doesnt mind it one bit and isnt in a rush to clean it off him. he also sometimes smells like cigarettes, due to his smoking. beyond that, his natural scent is a bit citrusy and clean, like lemon and mint.

2 ) HOW OFTEN DOES YOUR MUSE BATHE / SHOWER ?  ANY HABITS ?  alec bathes at least every single day, more if he has special events he wants to prepare for. absolutely loves baths, particularly for the opportunity to submerge and sort of give his senses a break from being so overwhelmed due to his oversensitive sns. he will often put rose oil or petals into his baths and he takes his time, luxuriating in the process of beautifying. its a ritual for him, and something that helps calm him.

3 ) DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS ?  he has none. he cant as a vampire and has no real interest. he thinks they can look cool, but tattoos are too external of a form of expression and theres no piercing he wants bad enough.

4 ) ANY BODY MOVEMENT QUIRKS ( EX : LEG SHAKING ) ?  alec will clench and flex his jaw often. he doesnt grind his teeth but it is a suppression of his anger and frustration when his jaw flexes/clenches. he rolls his eyes constantly. but otherwise he rarely likes to allow external displays of his emotional state and so he resists leg shaking or finger tapping, 

5 ) WHAT DO THEY SLEEP IN ?  he usually doesnt sleep in much. temperature doesnt bother him so it’ll often be one of his pairs of skimpy briefs, perhaps a pair of fancy black silk pajama pants and a black long sleeved shirt if hes in a more precarious emotional state, but usually he is in his underwear. he will often wear silk dressing robes when hes ready for bed but not in it too as well as in the mornings.

6 ) WHAT’S THEIR FAVORITE PIECE OF CLOTHING ?  alec loves fashion and his clothes so he has a lot of treasured pieces. he loves his volturi ring and crest, as well as some of his older clothes. he has a favorite pair of yves saint laurent black heels boots, a very comfortable fitted black longsleeve tee, and any pair of form fitted black jeans. he also has a lot of special formal wear that he loves. nothing is his favorite.

7 ) WHAT DO THEY DO WHEN THEY WAKE UP ?  stay in bed lmao. alec is far from an early riser. he likes to sleep and hates mornings. he will stay in bed as long as he can and then get up to begin his little morning ritual of beautifying himself. as a vamp, he doesnt need to do much but as a human he will go through the usual steps. he picks out his outfit and spends some time sitting around, perhaps with a cigarette, before dressing and going to tend to whatever has forced him to get out of his room.

8 ) HOW DO THEY SLEEP ?  POSITION ?  he will most often sleep on his back, with his hands folded over his stomach or on his side, not in the fetal position, with his lower arm under his head and an arm around a pillow pressed to his chest. alec likes to feel nested, in a bunch of pillows and blankets. he sleeps deeply but can wake up quickly. and he likes to be in a very dark quiet space.

9 ) WHAT DO THEIR HANDS FEEL LIKE ?  very smooth, cold, long fingered hands. they are the hands of a very pampered little vampire prince.

10 ) IF YOU KISSED THEM, WHAT WOULD THEY USUALLY TASTE LIKE ?  first tastes will probably be cigarettes or wine. then blood of course. and under it all, just a very average mouth taste, clean for sure. but those other habits of his usually mask that.

#oops this was in my drafts for ages #* A CHILD OF DARKNESS / dossier.

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STUDY    :    JANE OF THE VOLTURI .    tagged by .   stolen !

—    basics.

▸     is    your    muse    tall    /    short    /    average ? jane  is  tiny  af  (  4′8  ) 

▸      are    they    okay    with    their    height ? at  first,  she  hated  this  immortality  that  keeped  her  from  growing  ;  because  it  meant  staying  a  small,  innocent-looking  child  for  all  eternity.  now,  though,  she  has  found  that  there  is  nothing  as  satisfying  as  a  grown  vampire,  sometimes  older  than  she  is,  with  fear  in  their  eyes,  because  she  might  be  tiny,  but  she’s  4′8  of  pure  rage ▸      what’s    their    hair    like ?

long,  blonde  &  flawless  curls  that  are  reminiscent  of  a cherub’s  coiffure.  her  hair  is extremely  soft  &  in  the  right  light,  it  looks  like  an  halo  surrounding  her  head,  which  only  worsens  the  contrast  between  her  angelic  features  &  her  sadistic  personnality

▸     do    they    spend    a    lot    of    time    on    their    hair     /    grooming ? most  of  the  time,  no.   if  she  wants  something  nice,  she’ll  trick  her  dinner  into  doing  that  for  her  before  she  feeds.  the  rest  of  the  time,  the  curls  are  tied  in  a  tight  bun  &  let  down,  forming  soft  waves  over  her  shoulders.  

▸      does   your   muse   care   about   their   appearance   /   what    others    think ? rarely  ;  she  knows  that  she  isn’t  as  pretty  as  some  vampires,  all  her  charm  being  mostly  due  to  her  young  physical  age.  baby  doll  features,  angelically  beautiful  features,  childlike  appearance.  but  that  fact  doesn’t  really  bother  her,  because  beauty  is  of  no  use  to  her.  she  likes  to  look  nice  on  occasion,  especially  when  it  means  new  clothes,  but  it  is  only  a guilty  pleasure  &  not  an  obsession.

—    preferences.

▸      indoors    or    outdoors ?     outdoors. ▸      rain    or    sunshine ?  rain. ▸     forest    or    beach ?      forest. ▸      precious    metals    or    gems ?      gems. ▸     flowers    or    perfumes ?     flowers. ▸      personality    or    appearance ?      personality. ▸     being    alone    or    being    in    a    crowd ?    being  alone. ▸     order    or    anarchy ?   order. ▸      painful    truths    or    white    lies ?     painful   truths . ▸      science    or    magic ?     magic. ▸      peace    or    conflict ?   conflict. ▸      night    or    day ?     night. ▸      dusk    or    dawn ?   dusk. ▸      warmth    or    cold ?     cold. ▸     many   acquaintances    or    a    few    close    friends ?      a few  close  friends. ▸     reading    or    playing    a    game ?      reading.

—    questionnaire.

▸      what    are    some    of    your    muse’s    bad    habits ? jane  gets  bored  very  easily.  despite  the  fact  that  she  is  immortal  &  has  all  the  time  in  the  world,  she  can’t  help  but  wants  things  as  she  speaks.  so  when  she  is  angry  ;  she  needs  a  victim  in a  click  of  her  fingers.  during  missions,  if  the  interlocutor  takes  his  time  before  delivering  the  truth,  there  is  a  high chance  that  jane  will  inflict  pain  to  speed  up  the  process.

▸      has    your    muse    lost    anyone    close    to    them ?      how    has    it    affected    them ? she  has  lost  her  mother,  the  same  night  the  villagers  tried  to  burn  alec  &  jane  alive.  this  night  still  haunts  her,  since  it  represents  her  worst  nightmare  :  being  rendered  powerless,  incapable  of  helping  the  persons  she  loves  the  most.  terrified  &  in  pain.  losing  her  mother  has  increased  her  hate  for  human  beings,  but  it  has  also  made  her  wary  of  relationships.  being  emotionally  close  to someone  that  isn’t  alec  is  especially  hard  for  her,  which  is  why  most  of  the  vampire  community  deems  her  incapable  of  feeling  anything  but  hate.

▸      what    are    some    fond    memories    your    muse    has ? the  days  spent  with  alec  in  the  valley  ;  the  collectionned  flowers  that  her  mother  used  to  keep  even  after  they  had  wilted.  the  first  time  she  uses  her  power  :  the  unfathomable  joy  of  being  in  control,  of  being  invincible.  the  first  time  she  feeds  being  whole  once  again.  the  feeling  of  her  skin  patching  up,  burns  disappearing  when  she  is  turned. alec’s  laughter,  especially  after  they  became  vampires,  as  it  is  now  harder  to  get  a  smile  from  him  now.

▸     is    it    easy    for    your    muse    to    kill ? it  is  the  easiest  thing  she  has  ever  done.  nothing  provides  her  more  joy  than  taking  a  life,  feeling  a  soul  leave  a  body,  blood  on  her  lips  or  on  her  hands.  

▸      what’s    it    like    when    your    muse    breaks    down ? it  is  somewhat  rare,  despite  her  childish  demeanor.  nothing  really  gets  to  jane  anymore,  apathy  being  one  of  her  main  personality traits.  that  said,  if  really  upset,  jane  is  a  veritable  hurricane.  it  is  impossible  to  reason  with  her  ;  she  will kill  anyone  standing  in  her  path.  

▸      is    your    muse    capable    of    trusting    someone    with    their    life ? yes  &  no.  she  is  capable  of  that,  since  it  is  the  one  of  the  aspects  of  her  relationship  with  her  twin.  she  trusts  alec  with  everything  she  has,  even  her  life.  but  he  is  an  exception.  after  what  happened  to  her  –  the  trial,  the  stake,  seeing  how  fickle  life  can  be,  even  for  a  vampire,  how  easy  it  is  to  create  &  destroy  ties  between  individuals  –  jane  would  never  make  the  mistake  of  trusting  someone  to  protect  her.  it  is  her  job,  and  she  has  prepared  her  whole  vampire  life  for  that.

▸      what’s    your    muse    like    when    they’re    in    love ? jane  loves  like  she  hates  :  she  is  extremely passionate  about  it.  there  is  no  middle-ground.  it  is  often  strange  to  see  how  close  she  is  with  alec,  despite  her  usual  coldness.  she  smiles  at  his  words,  she  often  plays  with  his  hair  or  hold  his  hand.  she  is  the  same  way  with  her close  friends.  but  romantic  love  is  trickier,  since  she  looks  like  a  child  &  has  no  interest  whatsover  in  a  physical  relationship.  that  said,  it  is  not  completely  impossible,  it  just  has  never  occurred  before.  

tagging  . you  !!

#* headcanons / JANE. ! #q. #long post /

[volterran-wine]

Hello again dearest Nathalie, I hope you are doing well. Some time ago I asked how the whole glittering in the sun worked and in your answer you mentioned that every vampire looks different in sunlight. You, for example, mentioned that Caius has a pearlescent look to him and now I've been wondering for a while what the other volturi would look like. Could you make like a list with pictures of what it would look like or if that is too much work (which I totally understand, so no pressure at all) just a list without pictures? I hope you have a good day/week/month :) <3

• — 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢 & 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐆𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐦

Ah yes, I remember this question quite fondly.

It was difficult for me to find pictures that truly spoke to how I imagine their glow, so for now I have decided to answer it in written form. Volterran-Wine does in fact own a large crystal selection she has studied to find the right answers.

𝐀𝐫𝐨: The first you would see is a greenish hue, like oxidised copper. There would still be those hints of warmth however, with a discreet sheen of sparkle.

𝐂𝐚𝐢𝐮𝐬: He almost has a pearlescent finish to his skin and there’s a slight reddish hue when he enters certain types of light.

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬: They say he once shone more brightly in the sun, but now vampires compare this kings skin to dulled brass

𝐒𝐮𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚:  This queen shifts beautifully like the darkest garnet, with a glitter-like shift that leaves those around her spellbound when they see it.

𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚: Many have compared her skin to the glint of steal, speckled with red like a bloodstone when the sun hits her just right.

𝐃𝐢𝐝𝐲𝐦𝐞: Once upon a time she resembled an opalite with a pinkish hue, now few remembers how vibrant of a sparkle Didyme once had.

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𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢: Our resident tracker resembles a bronze statue in it's prime, almost bordering on a golden hue, not unlike the crystal tigers eye.

𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱: The way Felix shines in the sunlight is the same way a great mountain glimmers in a bronzed and golden glow if there are copper minerals deep within the earth. It is warm and inviting.

𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐞: Her glow is very particular, it is soft and almost has a translucent quality to it. The best way I can describe it is that Jane looks like living and breathing selenite.

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐜: Seeing as though him and Jane share a lot of the same genetic makeup, they are quite similar. However, Alec has a slight blue-ish tint to his glow as well.

𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐢: This woman looks like an Opalite, come to life with a rosy hue beneath it all. Among the Volturi she is also one of the vampires who do in fact have a certain glitter to their skin.

𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚: She is one of the few that partially glitter, though she gleams more if you ask those around her. If you look at Renata for too long it is like a duochrome of sienna and burnt orange.

𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧: Under the correct lighting Corin is like a pearl, but most of the time she looks like the iridescence you find inside of shells,

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐚: She looks like a marble statue come to life, the softest glow you will ever see.

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐧: Some say that Afton nearly looks like a silver statue when he moves under the sunlight, it is almost blinding with a soft blue-ish hue.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐨: He has this quality about his skin that is like smoky quartz, you expect it to be quite dark and dull-but the shifts in colorur is just out of this world. His tattoos almost seem to take up a life of their own when he steps under direct sunlight as well.

#Volturi Questionnaire #Aro Volturi #Caius Volturi #Marcus Volturi #Sulpicia Volturi #Athenodora Volturi #Didyme Volturi #Demetri Volturi #Felix Volturi #Jane Volturi #Alec Volturi #Heidi Volturi #Renata Volturi #Corin Volturi #Chelsea Volturi #Afton Volturi #Santiago Volturi #Vampire Anatomy

[volterran-wine]

Hi Nathalie! The image of Caius wearing casual gym wear like sweat shirts while training the guard is weirdly stuck in my head. And it got me wondering, since Caius oversees guard training with Felix and Santiago helping along, how often does Caius actually make an appearance in the training room? And when Caius is training the guard, does he actually wrestle them? Or just demonstrate fighting skills with perhaps Felix? I can imagine the guard lining up to fight with Caius so that he’ll know their learning progress and also crash them in probably 5 seconds. I know those are a lot of questions feel free to answer whatever you like. :)

-🌙

• — 𝐂𝐚𝐢𝐮𝐬 & 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝

Seeing as though The Volturi currenly rule during a rather peaceful time, it means that Caius spends quite a bit of time overseeing the training of the guard. A lot of the time Athenodora joins him as well, both of them working together to whip the guard into shape.

A lot of the time he is demonstrating together with Felix, after all, the executioner is the only person who can give him a bit of a challenge besides Stefan of The Romanian Coven. Santiago too does demonstrations together with Caius, but he is nowhere near Felix just yet; our dear Santi often end up on the ground together with the recruits.

Even though Caius is terrifying to train with he is fair. There is always a level of trust that needs to be shown on both ends, the king needs his guards to understand he will not deliberately harm them in any way. As much as people think him to be a brute, he does not go overboard if he does not have to.

And if you wondered; no, he does not hold back ever. At this point it has become a tradition that the fresh recruits end up on the ground after Caius conducts a 'demonstration'.

#volturi questionnaire #Caius Volturi

[volterran-wine]

There once was a question what happens when a new guard doesn't like Felix and since I kinda get that feeling of not liking Felix as a character (it's the 'everyone loves me' kind of arrogance for me) I wanted to know how Felix himself would try and talk it out with the guard or if he'd be hella pissed and treat them like shit with his high position in the guard?

Well... my version of Felix is not the arrogant type whatsoever, he is nothing but a calm breeze in the eye of the storm. He is the guy everyone is cool about because he just tries to be the neutral party within the guard.

If a guard ends up not liking him he is fine with that, however, they will have to listen to his orders seeing as though he is in charge of much of the guard. As long as this vampire follows orders he will leave them to their own devices for the most part, he does not make a habit of forcing people to be his friend.

Now, if this vampire refuses to listen to Felix within a professional capacity he is going to take it up with Caius, and trust me you do not want it to get that far.

― 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝑁𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑒

#volturi questionnaire #Felix Volturi

[volterran-wine]

Soooo, I read that u went to see Taylor's new movie... does that mean volterran wine is a fellow swiftie? 💅 And can I please request volturi with lyrics from Taylor?? like what fits best?? Love ur blog 💜

• — 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢 & 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐋𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬

While this is a crossover I usually would not indulge, Volterran Wine cannot deny that Miss Swift has wrecked her teenage years, her twenties and probably will continue doing so in her thirties.

So dearest Anonymous, I will humour you this time and give my opinion on what lyrics of Miss Swift would suit our vampires the best.

𝐀𝐫𝐨: "I should not be left to my own devices, they come with prices and vices, I end up in crisis." — Anti Hero.

𝐂𝐚𝐢𝐮𝐬: "All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put me together again." — The Archer

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬: "You're not my homeland anymore, so what am I defending now?" — Exile.

𝐒𝐮𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚: "You see, all the wisest women had to do it this way, cause' we were born to be the pawn in every lover's game." — Mastermind.

𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚: "And my words shoot to kill when I'm mad, I have a lot of regrets about that." — this is me trying.

𝐃𝐢𝐝𝐲𝐦𝐞: "She would've made such a lovely bride, what a shame she's fucked in the head." — Champagne Problems.

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𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢: "The more that you say, the less I know. Wherever you stray, I follow. I'm begging you to take my hand - wreck my plans, that's my man." — Willow.

𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱: "There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair." — The Great War.

𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐞: "They're burning all the witches even if you aren't one, so light me up." — I Did Something Bad.

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐜: "You're on your own, kid. You always have been." — You're On Your Own, Kid.

𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐢: "When I was drowning, that's when I could finally breath." — Clean.

𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚: "I didn't have it in myself to go with grace. And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves." — my tears ricochet.

𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧: "There goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen" — the last great american dynasty.

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐚: "When I walk in the room I can still make the whole place shimmer." — Bejeweled.

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐧: "I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me." — Long Story Short.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐨: "I'm dancin' on my own, I make the moves up as I go" — Shake it Off.

#Volturi Questionnaire #Aro Volturi #Caius Volturi #Marcus Volturi #Sulpicia Volturi #Athenodora Volturi #Didyme Volturi #Demetri Volturi #Felix Volturi #Jane Volturi #Alec Volturi #Heidi Volturi #Renata Volturi #Corin Volturi #Chelsea Volturi #Afton Volturi #Santiago Volturi #The Taylor Swift Debacle

[volterran-wine]

Hello! I was wondering if you could explain in some detail about how the cloak coloring system works in your world building. What do the shades mean? How many shades are there? Who is wearing what color cloak? How you can 'rise up', etc etc. You do such a lovely job on detailing this interesting governing system and I think your idea on how the cloaks work would really come to life with your thoughts 🩷🩷 thank you and as always take care of yourself

• — 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢 & 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐬

Thank you so much for your question sweet Anonymous, and you are correct about my worldbuilding being different from canon. For I do not think it would be wise or practical to create a strict system the way canon presents.

For me it makes no sense that the leaders would intentionally create a pecking order that can threaten the peace among the guards. Uniforms are created to foster unity, if everyone received a cloak that represented their worth it would just be pure chaos.

So, I only imagine there are three shades of the cloak, and it all comes down to what group you belong in.

Black cloaks, with gold & silver details: The Royals are the only ones permitted to wear black cloaks during official Volturi business. They allow themselves some leeway in how they look and function, but they do emulate the guard. Their Volturi Pendants are often custom made and unique, they are cast in pure gold.

Dark grey cloaks, with gold details: The Higher Guard wear these cloaks, signifying their more permanent fixtures within the guard. They are allowed some leeway in how they look and function, but they have to look uniform. Their Volturi Pendants are of a more intricate design than the transitionary guard and they are cast in gold-plated silver. Often these guards are gifted or have served Teh Volturi for an extensive amount of years.

Light grey cloaks, with silver details: The Transitionary Guard always wear the lightest colour to signify their placement within the structure. Their Volturi Pendants are also a far more simpler design than the higher guard and royals, they are cast in silver.

In short; if you are not a permanent fixture within The Volturi structure you wear the lightest shade, and the more permanent of a member you are; the darker the cloak.

I do believe there is a way for the transitionary guard to elevate themselves to the dark grey cloaks, but they would have to serve for centuries to reach that status. Felix is a great example of this in my opinion, and within my worldbuilding Santiago is well on his way to earning a dark grey cloak as well.

#Volturi Questionnaire #Volturi Employment

[volterran-wine]

How important are sire bonds? I mean, if one of the romanian decided to turn a human and that human turned out to be one of the Volturi's potential mate, would they hate the newborn automatically or would it depend of whether they were loyal to the romanians?

The example here is a little dramatic but I wonder if being sired by a particular person is something that is seen as relevant no matter who you are as a person, if it makes sense?

Also, I can't find whether or not you have already talked about that but can Sire influence the newborn? I know there are vampire stories where the sire can kinda hypnotise or influence a newborn's actions. Does something similar exists in your worldbuilding?

Thank you for your answers, I'm curious 🧐

• — 𝐀 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

First of all I will answer your last question darling; a Sire does not have the ability to fully control a Newborn. They have free will, but when you awaken to an undead life and only one person seems to care for your wellbeing? That is a potent enough influence in itself. But there is no direct control or hypnotising involved in my personal writing and lore. Now, on to the matter of The Volturi and The Romanians. The truth of dear Anonymous is that it all depends on the scenario presented.

"Vladimir turns a human, abandons them and simply allows them to strife about the world to do as they please."

and

"Vladimir turns a human, raises them within his own coven and develops a strong sire-bond with them over several years. They take on the Romanian doctrine and Vladimir finally and allows them to strife about the world at some point."

Are two very different scenarios for anyone of The Volturi to deal with. Sire bonds will only have a great effect on a Newborn if the sire in fact spent the appropriate time to introduce them into the world of vampires. Vampiric society will regard a vampire and their sire depending on how much of a bond there is. Another example if I may;

"Aro was turned by a vampire named Djehuty, who in fact served Amun very well—Aro killed his sire not long after being turned however, so there are few who connect Aro to Amun."

and

"Demetri was turned by Amun, was raised by him as a newborn and the tracker sees him as somewhat of a father figure despite everything."

Both are connected to Amun, but only Demetri is truly seen as someone who once belonged to Amun's house per say.

#Volturi Questionnaire #Vampire Society #Vampire Anatomy

[volterran-wine]

Athenadora is 4500??? Wow okay, yes, fine. So... can we uhhh maybe get some athendaora backstory before the volturi?

• — 𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐨���𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞

In canon there is no hints as to her backstory, so all of the information presented to you now is my own worldbuilding for her.

When it comes to Athenodora, very little is known, for she herself remembers very little of her own human life — after all it was about 4500 years ago. What is known is that she was born during the autumn and she was part of Vučedol Culture. Meaning she is currently known as the third oldest vampire after Kebi and Amun, with Amun being the oldest vampire in existence.

Vučedol Culture was prominent in the Balkas, specifically Croatia. Athenodora ended up being turned while out hunting for her family, and when she awoke from her transformation she ended up killing the ones who had come to look for her. This all happened around 2500 BC.

Shameful she fled, spending many centuries traveling around the world and experiencing what the bronze age looked like in large parts of Europe as well as Asia and Africa. Notably, she spent a good amount of time together with Amun and Kebi in Egypt before she moved on.

And then, in 1331 BC she saved Caius from almost being killed by The Romanian Coven after stalking him quietly for weeks.

#Volturi Questionnaire #Athenodora Volturi

[volterran-wine]

Hey there. Had been thinking about a little scenario and I'd like your opinion on that. What if Caius meets a little vampire who had met and been attacked by werewolves as brutally as he was? Like the scars and bite wounds all. visible and stuff but this vampire is just super chill about it? Makes fun of it, calls this their funniest memory, likes to show off the scars and is just generally extremely relaxed with the subject? Just someone who dealt with it all far better than he himself did?

Would he be surprised? Would Caius hate them for dealing with it so much better than he did? Would he not understand it?

Thanks in advance.

• — 𝐂𝐚𝐢𝐮𝐬 & 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝

Alright, so this is a bit of a tricky question for me to answer; for I do not think anyone could walk away from a Child of The Moon interaction and joke about it.

To me, true werewolves seem to be absolute nightmare fuel when you read through canon.

One has to remember; being attacked by a Child of The Moon is quite a serious matter. It is probably more traumatizing than being attacked by a vampire, even a feral newborn. For us humans, I can only imagine it would be as terrifying as being attacked by a rabid animal that is hellbent on tearing you apart.

While Caius would never show it, he would probably be unnerved and concerned. Because in his mind there is no way that this vampire managed to walk away from that sort of situation with a blasé demeanor.

If the vampire made too many jokes about it he may be somewhat offended, after all, he has lost some of his best men and women to Children of The Moon.

#Volturi Questionnaire #Caius Volturi

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Could you expand on your opinion about Marcus' decision? Why do you think Marcus is working against the Volturi and why would Marcus give Jane an order regarding the Cullens???

• — 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧

Alright, I will write this small post for all of you who were interested in my take on Marcus; and why I find him terrifying.

The short answer to your questions is; he blames Aro and The Volturi for what happened to Didyme, and the somewhat debilitating state he now finds himself in.

I am a firm believer in the fact that Marcus knows deep down what happened to Didyme, he may not be privy to the details, but he knows Aro is responsible and Caius knows something. The only two people he has no ill will towards is the queens, but even then he is quite sure his two sister in laws has come to understand what happened that night so many years ago.

In terms of the order to Jane; he wanted to create greater rifts between the larger vampire covens—attempting to bring about a larger confrontation that could possibly shake the foundation of The Volturi.

The thing with Marcus is that he has lost a lot of the things he actually cared about, and eternity is a daunting thought when you have nothing you truly wish to live for. He is a man with nothing left to lose, and that is a dangerous person.

#Volturi Questionnaire #Marcus Volturi

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what was the deciding thing that made demetri choose to join the volturi

• — 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢 & 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢

Alright, first of all I would in fact direct you to my relationship headcanons for Demetri dear Anonymous - for i do touch on it there. But seeing as though I have something special being posted soon... I will indulge in some chatter about Demetri.

Demetri is an interesting character because I think he plays charades with everyone, even himself at times. The only person he vaguely shows his true face to is probably Felix, Heidi as well if he is in a particular mood.

First I want to say; I do not think Amun treated him poorly, but he was not the greatest father figure at the time.

I do believe he has always harboured this insecurity about never being enough, even while he was a human. Demetri's entire existence is about putting on a performance worthy of the highest praise. Which is why Amun treasured him and sunk many years into training him into the best tracker in the world... but it was never quite the connection Demetri needed.

On top of that there was also this longing in his heart to explore.

But here comes a delegation of important vampires that want him specifically, Aro almost desperate to acquire him by haggling with Amun for hours and hours - tensions rising. In the end it is Demetri that makes the choice, because The Volturi offers something Amun could not afford to give; freedom to roam the way his heart yearned for.

So even if it terrifies him to some extent he leaves with Aro, making a vow to serve them well and become the best tracker in the world.

#Volturi Questionnaire #Demetri Volturi

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I have been curious about this for a while but when aro touches someone he has touched before does he see all of their thoughts all over again or does he just see the “newer” thoughts?

• — 𝐀𝐫𝐨’𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭

This is a topic I have thought about quite a bit dear Anonymous, so I will gladly write a little post about my opinions.

Personally I believe he sees the newest memories and thoughts first and then move backwards, it makes the most sense logically. We know Aro likes to read his brothers minds frequently, if he had to start over every time he touched their hands it would be both tedious and disrupt any plot progression in the books or my writing for that matter.

Imagine if Aro had to shift through all of Caius’ memories/thoughts at the Renesmee Debacle before getting to his modern day opinions. All the shapeshifters in attendance would probably starve to death by the time they were done.

Our newest memories and thoughts are at the forefront of our minds, it’s only natural he digs his claws into those first.

I think it is especially unnerving when he reads the thoughts of humans, because us mortals do not have perfect recall like vampires do. We forget small things all the time as we age, the memories grow more fuzzy to us while Aro can probably glimpse details a human might not remember.

However, there are arguments for how humans could perhaps be more difficult to read since their memories are more fuzzy.

Either way, Aro has known too many people intimately in this regard. In general k do believe his gift can be quite overwhelming, and it has taken centuries for him to gain control over it the way he has. I am honestly impressed by the fact it has not drove him insane.

#volturi questionnaire #Aro Volturi