S O N J A

daughter of the elder, viktor
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" YOU, who reminded him so much of his PRECIOUS  sonja,  the daughter he CONDEMNED to  death."
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PENNED BY MANON
independent. semi-selective. multi-verse/ship.
6+ years rp exp.
mun/muse:21+
est. 1/24/17
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please read  about  &  rules
oc & crossover friendly. trigger heavy.
Anonymous
would you share your sonja/rhona bases as well like the elizabeth/gaga ones? it would be highly appreciated!

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i actually paid for the ones i have rn, but i plan on making my own bases asap so i can DEFINITELY post them just like i did with the gaga ones!! they’ll be 125x125 so that people can size them down if they want! i don’t do the rectangle ones tho just out of preference. if you need icons, tho, and would want them as rectangles, i also do icon commissions!!

anon

Braids her hair

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she does not mind this, tbh.

@xprodigium

unholy-masquerade:

Vampire Aesthetics

do i still taste of war?
can you still feel the battles on my skin
stitched across my back
am i still rebuilding
bone by fragile bone?

what does forgiveness taste like? (r.n.)

ooc.

a’ight, off ta bed!! love you all. ♥

MICHAEL.

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Michael felt guilty for even bringing up Lucian, but it was true. Without his memories, he wouldn’t have been able to recognize what she looked like. He was relying heavily on that. “Unfortunately. I’m sorry, Sonja.” He seemed to be honest. He blamed himself for Lucian’s death. Had he not been involved, Selene never would have awakened Viktor and Kraven may not have resorted to what he did. He never gave voice to those thoughts, even to his mate. 

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          her chin lifts, the vampire acknowledging his apology but refusing to reply to it.   ❛ how did you find me, michael? does anyone else know you’re here? ❜   she knows of the purge, but has kept her distance. were others to learn of her presence in this world still, the war would only worsen. dark gaze meeting the hybrid’s, brows will furrow slightly.

MICHAEL.

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“I don’t know any immortal who hasn’t heard your name.” He spoke honestly, before bowing his head to her. “But it’s more than that. One of the people who turned me was Lucian.” He wasn’t sure what the mention of the vampire’s former mate would do, so he ducked his head once more. “His memories were passed on to me when he bit me.” He also considered mentioning that Selene was his other sire, but didn’t know if she would know the name or want to hear it.  Selene was basically Viktor’s replacement daughter in a way. 

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          it’s both flattering and worrisome to hear such a thing, sonja’s gaze meeting michael’s until he dips his head down. the mention of lucian will send chills down her spine, and that’s when her gaze averts. arms cross over her chest, her frame stiffening before she’s able to respond.   ❛ he is dead now, is he not? ❜   sonja’s words are almost cold, for it’s how she keeps herself distant and unfeeling; any reference to her mate makes her weak, even if only emotionally.

MICHAEL.

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His eyes widened at the look of her face, even part of it. It sends memories flashing before his eyes, of Lucian and Sonja fighting to be together only for her death to start this war. He couldn’t believe it even for a moment. How was she alive? Even in these memories he could smell her burnt flesh and see her charred remained. It just wasn’t possible. “Michael Corvin,” He was on edge, but didn’t fear an attack from her. He trusted her despite not really knowing her. “You’re Sonja.” 

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           corvin. she knows that name, or at least where it comes from. not to mention, she knows that such a name belongs to the HYBRID, and thus sonja steps from out of the darkness completely.   ❛ i am. — you’ve heard of me? ❜   the vampire questions, approaching the male but stopping a few feet short.

THOMAS.

He’d heard stories of the old fortress. Of how the old lord and his people suddenly VANISHED one day, never to be seen again. Thomas and his older sister had played within the ruins in their youth, but they never found any clues about what happened. Besides a ravaged courtyard that saw clear signs of BATTLE, there was nothing left but stone and rubble. Thus, tales of the doomed lady and her lover were but mere MEMORIES, and he certainly didn’t think that walking along the wooded path would bring him any harm.

Aside from the woman ahead of him, they were alone, but he made sure to stay several paces away. That is, until he felt the cold steel of her sword against his throat, and he stopped.

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                    “ —– I want to go home, my lady. ‘Tis but a mile from this path.”

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          he hardly seems to be a threat, but she cannot let down her guard. after so long of being alone, it’s simply habit to react as she’s done just now.   ❛ why are you here? ❜   it had been her home here, after all. she’s been roaming these grounds over the last century after her father and the rest of the coven had left, and not once has she seen another.   ❛ tell me and i’ll leave you be. ❜   maybe.

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          it’s only been a century since she’d been condemned to death by her own father, and after having gone into hiding, sonja can’t help but be PARANOID. she wears a cloak to hide her sword at all times for instances such as this, where someone is following her; and someone is surely following her.

          the vampire doesn’t hesitate as she spins around on her heels, sword in hand and blade tip pressed to the male’s throat.   ❛ what do you want? — be mindful of your word choice; i’m not known to be patient. ❜

@neverparted