Liv’s eyes widened as the woman spoke. Vampire. Should’ve guessed— or something. Instantly her first thought was to give the girl a killer headache, but for now she seemed like she was going to play nice—- Which was a plus for her. The information the blonde was saying actually caught her attention and even got her to smile for a moment. ❝I was actually thinking more along the lines of Harry Potter— but that’s only because I watched it last night and the song got stuck in my head. Now, who are you?❞
Henri laughed, leaning back in her seat as she continued to trace shapes onto the counter.
"I apologize, I’m old fashioned. I hear one thing and it’s some modern term with a reference to something I’m used to. I was around 40 years old when Shakespeare was born, 60 when he really started being recognized. He did write his own work, by the way, I’ve watched him do it." The vampire went on, "I’m Henrietta Vale, though I prefer to be called Henri. I’m not going to ask if I’ve been mentioned in your world history classes as no one cares of the success of Romania."
Lexi stepped out from behind the desk, and walked like she had a stick up her butt. As her small heels clicked on the white tiles below her.
"Ohh, but see, daddy isn’t here at the moment, and until he shows himself, I follow myself." she spoke with annoyance in her voice. "As for your threats, I haven’t said anything to you, and you want to threat me, maybe I just want to talk? Or better yet, know exactly what you are?"
She asked the other as her arms hung loosely at her side, not really caring that some other shoppers were staring or the owner looked like he was going to pee his pants.
"Speaking to me doesn’t require locking everyone in here. I’m not an idiot. You want an audience and talking doesn’t need that." Henri took a few more steps towards the demon.
"I’m a vampire. Malum, to be exact.. I’m one of the strongest vampires alive, so attempting to go against me is ill-advised." Henri told her, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Thank you for your offer, but I should need no assistance in acquiring a room." She smiles politely, trying not to engage with a stranger, even if they seemed nice.
At the inquiry, Mina raises a brow. “Roses? No, I wear no such perfume.” she adjusts her scarf. “Are you from Romania?”
"Suit yourself." Henri said with a smile, walking towards the inn. At her question, Henri only gave a small smirk.
"Dearest.. I am Romania. I have ruled over my dear country for many years, precisely why I would be able to easily grant you a room. When I visit, this inn is usually where I go.” The queen explained,
im so paranoid following dracula blogs because i have such a specific idea of how henri and her family came to be and i want to rp with a drac so bad because hey power hungry leader with a granddaughter who’s risen to the occasion of being a leader and a tough ass vampire
Age, gender, height, eye and hair color, then tell me what your favorite something (hobby, class, music, etc) and what kind of date you want to take me on.
yo this is a reminder that if you ever come up with a neat idea for our muses to interact - whether it’s canon or au - talk to me about it because chances are I will be 500% down to do the thing
Gaze turns and focuses on the girl as an eyebrow arches curiously.
❝Why would there be a joke? How could there be a joke?❞
"That song has had an unspoken of connection to witches since the 1600s. Shakespeare was a very.. paranoid man. With an ego, none the less, but paranoid. Double, double, toil and trouble, fire burn and caldron bubble.. I was coronated two years before his birth. It was a wonderful era until it all burned away." Henri explained, crossing her arms and leaning against the counter.