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Post by ESMERALDA BLACKWOOD on Mar 23, 2016 17:50:06 GMT -6
Esmeralda, Meeting, TATE BLACKWOOD lyrics @ Lana Del Rey. notes – words - 780ish
In the Land of Gods and Monsters I was an Angel
Esmeralda sat with her legs crossed on one of the cushions that were arranged neatly in the large living room of the Blackwood’s estate. The elder sister held her attention on a small book that she tightly gripped in her heads, a sign of concentration as she looked at the book as the need to open and to read her dream journal becoming so strong. Recently, actually, for many months she has been dreaming of a man, which grew ever so strange for Esmeralda as she has told herself many times before that love from another, especially a man, would be next to impossible since the sacrifice she had to make many centuries ago. Although, the man in her dream was different from her late husband, he was kind, daring, and filled with admiration, inside the dream she felt the love between themselves, she could recall the way he looked at her and the way she did to him. Esmeralda never gotten the chance to truly love someone because her first husband was an arranged marriage that turned estranged after he continuously beats her. For the most part, Esmeralda struggled to love again, though inside the dream she found love with ease and within the man she continuously dreams.
Esmeralda rubbed the cover of her dream journal, a small smile crawling onto her lips as she remembered some of the past dreams. Funny thing was, after she awakes from the dream she could recall it exactly how it was and write it down inside, her now, dream journal. Esmeralda has never been the type to neglect signs of any kind, dreams included because they are fixations of the mind and sometimes future thinking. Although, somewhere in her heart Esmeralda doesn’t want to find her love because she doesn’t want to set herself up for more hurt and disappointment because essentially it was all a dream. All she knows, the man was probably just a picture in her imagination, a man she wants to be real because her heart craves for the man she dreams of, but her mind clings to the thought of independence and to refrain from loving anyone other than her family.
Primarily that’s all Esmeralda could think about, which reminded her that she needed to speak with her twin brother about something that has been bothering her for quite some time. Esmeralda left her thoughts of her dream lover and stood from the sofa with her dream journal in head and walked back towards her room to place her journal back onto the shelves of books. The Wiccan left her room to knock on her brother’s door, she could guess he was probably still sleep or not even in his room, though she still checked on him,” Tate? Are you there?” Esmeralda waited a moment before speaking again,” We need to talk, I will be in the kitchen.” Esme said as she leaned away from the door walking towards the kitchen to prepare herself and her brother some tea, though she doubts Tate would even bother to drink it, him and his alcohol usage.
Esmeralda made it into the kitchen until she met up with one of the maids of their home, whom told her good morning and asked whether she needed anything, Esmeralda smiled politely as she responded,” Good morning Mary,” Esmeralda said as she stood at the island of the kitchen, placing her hands on its cool granite surface,” Would you mind on making me and Tate some morning tea? Vanilla Chi, would be good.” Mary nodded as she turned towards the pot on the stove and brought it over the sink to pour water in it, although for some reason water didn’t spew from it. Mary turned the handle on and off, but still water did not fall, Esme took noticed and sighed,” I told Tate to get someone to fix that, Im sorry Mary, allow me,” Esmeralda’s sttenght of the water element showed as she willed water to flow from the sink head and into the pot,” Let me know when it would be enough?” it was a few moments before Mary signaled for the water to stop,” Thank you Miss Esmeralda,” Esme nodded,” It’s not a problem, I will get Tate to have someone fix it, if not I will call someone.” Esmeralda said with a smile before going to sit at the kitchen table, dressed in her blue silky robe and matching house shoes.
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Post by TATE BLACKWOOD on Mar 24, 2016 18:28:41 GMT -6
i am the one you may call the enemy it was no secret to the world that tate liked women. hell, he liked men too, if you really were to get into the details. but women, oh were they his specialty. it was a rare occasion for him to not bring one back to the estate, letting her oogle and oggle at all the wonders of their mansion-esque home. he never relied on hotels or a woman’s home, knowing his own estate was impressive enough to efficiently get them into his bedroom quicker. then again, most of the time his charm had done the work far before he’d even gotten them in his private car. he found love only once, in a fleeting one night stand, and never again had it returned to him. when helena left him, tate felt some void within him. he’d done some searching for that feeling but had yet to find it in another woman. still, it have him an excuse to bed as many as he possibly could, which is just what he had done the night before.
as he woke and rolled over, he nearly rolled atop the redhead who shared his bed with him. scowling in disgust, he stood, locating a clean pair of trousers as he pulled them on. “hey dove, time to get up and be on your way.” he called out to her, securing a robe around himself. when she didn’t wake, he used his abilities to shake the bed slightly, without even having to touch it. as the woman finally woke, groggily, she greeted him with a smile. ”did you want to get some breakfast or maybe doing something later this afternoon? i had a really good time last night.” she slunk out of his bed, still naked, and attempted to wrap her arms around him longingly. he deflected her kiss, instead giving her one of the forehead as he pulled her arms off him. “sorry babe, i’ve got a full plate today. leave your number and i’ll give you a ring.” he offered his suave smile, though he was lying through his teeth.
tate figured he was going to get out of his one nighter fairly easily, what with the woman pouting but still pulling her clothes on. it wasn’t until his eldest sister and twin, esmeralda, knocked on the door that trouble ensued. “down in a minute.” he called back, turning to greet the red head’s angry face. ”and who the hell is that? your next tramp?” the warlock tried interjecting with the explanation of his sister but hadn’t gotten that far, being the target of thrown lamps, books, and whatever else she could get her hands on. “hey now, knock it off!” he screamed to her, using his hands[instead of his power] to deflect the objects. “cut it out, that’s my sister!” after a few moments of the out of control woman continuing on, frustrations got the best of tate. he grabbed her by the wrists to stop her, glancing at her with literal fire in his eyes. “i said knock it off. go home. you’re done here.” he hadn’t eve realized flames had erupted in a circle around them, frightening the woman. when he finally released her, she scampered to grab her things and ran out the door.
had he meant to be so harsh? of course not. generally, tate was a very kind[yet cocky] guy to the women he brought home. aside from eagerly pushing them out the door, he was otherwise fairly accommodating. something within him lately, the attraction to the dark magic he’d been trying to avoid, was taking a hold of him. he was slowly losing control all because the darkness was attaching itself to him. as he stared at the room for a moment, thinking over what he’d just done, he began to pick things up and reassemble broken items with the flick of his hand. fuck.
before long, the warlock meandered down to the kitchen, gaze greeting esmeralda with a somewhat agitated look. “you caused quite the trouble for me.” he stated, finally moving to her and pecking her on the forehead. he loved all of his sisters dearly and as the most important people in his lives, he would never let a thing happen to any of them. still, it was safe to say he had the greatest connection with esme, who was his twin. “now what is so important that my beauty rest was disturbed?” he teased, taking a cup of tea from mary when it was ready. rather than drink it immediately, he moved a hidden flask of rum from his robe pocket, pouring a hefty amount into what he thought was otherwise a bland drink. finally, he took a seat across from his twin, waiting for her words.
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Mar 24, 2016 19:24:26 GMT -6
Post by ESMERALDA BLACKWOOD on Mar 24, 2016 19:24:26 GMT -6
Esmeralda, Meeting, TATE BLACKWOOD lyrics @ Lana Del Rey. notes – words - 790ish
In the Land of Gods and Monsters I was an Angel
Esme sat as she accepted the hot cup from Mary after she finished pouring the steaming liquid into her tea cup, a small smile of gratitude expressed her thanks to the family maid. Esme loved the help around the home, they are really helpful and dutiful because many things would have never gotten done around the house if it wasn’t for them. Most of the time, the Blackwoods are dealing with supernatural matters and do not have the time to handle more mundane things like check for the mail in the morning taking the trash out, or even making dinner for the family to gather around. Never has Esme neglected anyone of the help and she makes sure they are paid heavily for the work they have done for her and her family, especially if they need any help with anything, Esmeralda will be more than happy to help them. The eldest sister took a sip of her tea as she was careful not to burn her mouth as she tasted the vanilla chi’s sweet sensation, warmness filling her body as she sat feeling more relaxed in her chair. Now, waiting for Tate to come from his room wouldn’t be all that bad, especially when a show was about to grace Esme’s view.
The Wiccan was about to take another sip of her tea, but she stopped midway to see a half-naked woman storming down the hallway headed for the front door, at least she attempted to leave out the doorway. Most of the women Tate brings back home from his late evening 'events' get lost in their extravagant mansion, while it is large, so more than likely you will get lose if you are not used to the hallways and extra rooms. Esme has only fell into routine as she yelled after the woman because this wasn’t the only time this has happened, Esmeralda probably couldn’t count how many times she has directed Tate’s women out the door,” Make a left dear, you will see the door.” Like usual, the woman found her way out and did not thank the elder sister for helping her out the maze of a home. Esmeralda has a thing about Tate having his way with multiple women because she herself is a feminist, and she does not approve of him using the affections of women just to get what’s below the waistline.
Esmeralda rolled her eyes a bit, but she held not grievance over the young woman, but soon she would look up to see Tate strolling in with his robe on, pecking a kiss on Esme’s forehead and accepting the tea from Mary, then made his way back to the table to sit opposite of his twin. Esmeralda only snickered to Tate’s words,” Trouble is bound to happen with you, Tate, I only knocked on the door.” The woman Tate had in his room was bound to get hurt by him, whether it was at her place or there in his room, Esmeralda just sped up the process for the inevitable. Judging from the loud crashes in Tate’s room, she didn’t take kindly of what was expected of her. Esmeralda sat her tea down as she continued on the subject,” Guessing from the loud noises, five minutes ago, she didn’t like being a one-nighter,” Esme continued,” Might as well get a whore, they are paid for that sort of thing Tate,” she quickly followed up on what she said,” Although, if you do that, I will have to kill you.” Esmeralda said with a sisterly smile.
Esmeralda picked up her tea cup to take another sip of the hot liquid, before continuing to speak with her brother, now she changed to a more important topic that the two needed to discuss. The blonde Wiccan spoke sounding quite tired and annoyed,” Tate, it seems we may have a problem, in the future, maybe,” Esmeralda says with a sigh,” There are things stirring between the Lycans and the Vampires, but I am not talking about the usual bad blood here, its something more serious than that.” Esmeralda said as she crossed her leg and took another sip of her tea,” I fear the inevitable is to happen between the two factions, order and peace will soon be over, then everything will blow up in all of ours faces if we don’t separate them, like children…” Esme sighed in exasperation as she tapped her fingers against the tabletop,” What do you think Tate?”
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Post by TATE BLACKWOOD on Mar 24, 2016 21:04:26 GMT -6
i am the one you may call the enemy tate was not necessarily rude to the help but he more or less looked right through them. force of habit, he supposed. he understood that they each had personal lives and families to care for but they were dealing with some very sensitive subjects when they entered the blackwood house. each one was carefully vetted before being offered employment and too, they each understood what grave consequences would come if they revealed the magic happenings of the blackwood house. so far, only three in their history had proven to raise any problems. they were well paid and were often given time off by his sister. though if tate had his way, he would have worked them all to the bone. they were there to work and make money and his siblings were far too easy on them. they did tolerate a lot, though whereas tate was concerned. with his constantly burning things, it was wonder how any of them really tolerated him.
now that the fiasco of the morning was mostly done and over with, tate figured he could relax a bit. he hadn't had much on the dockett, other than having lunch with an important lawyer friend of his later on, but that was still a few hours away. as per usual, he also had recruits, trainees, of the coven to instruct for the day but he was known to slack off on that portion of his duties. unless they were wiccans who had fire-related abilities, he didn't see any reason why his sisters couldn't tend to them. he had more important things to deal with than running xavier's institute here.
"even so, you always happen to kick a man while he's already down." he grinned, taking a sip of his spiked tea. coffee would have been preferable to him but he wasn't about to complain this early in the morning, especially when half of it was rum. "i probably could have let her out the front door myself...only she thought you were another woman of mine in the house. crazy, right?" tate's smug look was typical of him, acting like a saint that he certainly was not. his grin fell as she talked about whores, rolling his eyes at her. "does this look like a face that needs to pay for sex?" he then muttered something under his breath about being paid for his services, seeing as he was that good. of course, it was all sarcasm as usual for the guy.
"what's new?" he muttered under his breath though didn't interject, letting his sister speak of the matters at hand. the cocky attitudde fell from him, even if only temporarily. he put his hands together, resting his fingertips on his chin in thought. it certainly was a predicament and while half of him wanted to tell the other species to fuck off and fend for themselves, he knew better than to be so brazen. the wiccans were the most peaceful of groups and as the closest to mortals, their coven had been formed to protect all - human or not. "i think this a matter for the entire coven." tate admitted, though it was through gritted teeth. his younger sisters were far too soft and likely their solutions would be to go hug a tree. "though i think the clear solution here is to put down the rebels...those that want to fight and destroy the city." and that was the darkness in him, slowly sleeping out. oh how he would have loved nothing more than to use black magic to take them out. then again, that was a secret he'd kept well hidden, even from esme. ello template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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Post by ESMERALDA BLACKWOOD on Apr 2, 2016 0:11:02 GMT -6
Esmeralda, Meeting, TATE BLACKWOOD lyrics @ Lana Del Rey. notes – words - 850ish
In the Land of Gods and Monsters I was an Angel
Esmeralda looked at her brother as if he said something, which he actually did sense Esmeralda knew her brother and she wouldn’t be surprised that he had another woman wondering the halls right now. Although, she could understand the anger the other woman felt as she stormed out the house thinking that Esmeralda, the eldest sister, was just another one of Tate’s tramps without a leash. Esmeralda really has a distaste for Tate’s tastes in women, especially how he treats them in return, some of them actually fall for the guy, but Tate will soon have his fill and dump them on the street. If Esmeralda had the energy, she would nag Tate until the end of time to get it through his head that being promiscuous is not happiness, more so a cry for help. Although, Tate would more than likely ignore her, which he usually does when she tries to give him advice about monogamy. Esmeralda sipped her tea as she rolled her eyes at Tate,” No, not crazy Tate, I wouldn’t be surprise to find another woman here, lose and probably topless,” Esmeralda continued talking as she placed her small cup back onto the clean table,” You are getting careless Tate, and…Noisy, if you are going to bring back yourself some entertainment, try not to make it every week.” Esmeralda shrugged her shoulders a bit as if she didn’t try to throw any shade at her brother,” Just a suggestion.”
Again, Esmeralda rolled her eyes at her brother,” Just be lucky you are immune to herpes and the like because long before now, you would be quite uncomfortable.” Immortality is a blessing for so many things and Tate was definitely utilizing his immortalized freedom as it came in the form of a woman or man. Esme was not like her brother, when it came to lusting after others and the like as Esmeralda was primarily cut off from the world, her emotions not extending no farther than motherly and sisterly love. Never has she had the urge to show anything other than kinship or friendship because a long time ago, love was nothing but a nightmare that came every night to lay a hand on you in front of your children. Esmeralda doesn’t try and think about her past because it was too dark for her to really dwell and reflect on as there was nothing but pain and hurt.
Esmeralda dodged the memories of her past when she started thinking of the Lycans and Vampires who were starting to make a mess of themselves in San Francisco. The two species are a really good distraction for Esmeralda, no longer does she have to think about her past, but now she can dwell in the present, if not the future. The Children of the moon and those forsaken of the sun were nothing but a pain in the asses of the Grand Coven because multiple times the Blackwoods had to intervene between the Lycans and Vampires, just trying to keep them from ripping each other apart. The last thing the world needed was a war between two powerful and prominent beings. Armies will be raised, which means a lot of lies will either be lost to joy the vampires, or turned to be Lycans, then there are those who are just food sources. Esmeralda likes to think the Grand Coven is like the buffer state of the two species, beating them both apart, siding with neither party as their interest is only in the protection of the world around them.
Esmeralda tapped her fingers on the table as she was in thought, but she did listen to her brother as he spoke, his words absorbing into her thoughts. Esme nodded in response to her brother,” Yes…Yes, we do need to include the rest of the Coven on a, definite, decision,” Esmeralda said as her eyes flickered towards Tate,” Though, both you and I, know peace may be a hard topic to negotiate.” Esmeralda pondered on Tate’s words, though she has no problem in dispatching the rebels of both Lycans and Vampires its just that the last thing she wants are hordes of little rebels coming knocking at their front door. “That could be a solution, but it would cause more harm than good, though if our hand is pushed we would have no choice, but to kill them off.” Esmeralda rubbed her temple in annoyance,” The last thing we need are the Birches and the Lockwoods coming at our door, though I hoped them to be wiser than that. “
“We should have some words with the Lockwoods and the Birches, while their names do carry great weight,” Esme continued,” Hopefully, if they aren’t the ones fueling such idiocy, we could encourage their own government to handle their own people. No blood on our hands and we have prolonged the inevitable.” .
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