03.2023 | WELCOME BACK! Hello friends old and new! I'm so excited to welcome you all back to SITW! I've made some changes to the plot and added the ability to play supernatural charcaters! So come and check it out! I can't wait to jump back into this little town with all of you!
A strange history surrounds the town, it is a place where mysterious and supernatural things have been known to happen. The reputation of the town reguarly draws in visitors and newcomers alike. While some residents avidly believe in the supernatural, others are far more skeptical. What do you believe?
The Villa of the coven of Sweetwater was never empty. Although it certainly did approach something akin to 'quiet' in the middle of the day and some other times of night. The sprawling mansion on the mountainside was home to a plethora of vampires and their companions, though just as often they were out traveling the world, locally or abroad. Arturo didn't keep specific tabs on everyone except to know who was actively staying at the house. So that rooms were allotted and cleaned appropriately, and meals could be served effectively. Of course, nay vampires had their own homes, in Sweetwater and other places. Arturo preferred to think of the Villa as a gathering point. A home away from home. Considering even he had homes elsewhere.
While sometimes the Villa hired a 'staff' of sorts to help run effectively, there were no non-vampires at present. The previous butler had been a companion to Arturo, and he had retired and moved away a year ago. It left him longing for a new...warmer, blooded companion. To say he was going through a phase of sleeping around in other towns was an understatement. Of course, while he and his love Lorelle had an understanding, the vampire was still largely discontented and that, more than the sex, often left things strained. He was hoping he might find someone to share with. And perhaps even to share them with Lorelle.
He had spent the night before strolling the woods and grounds. Enjoying the wilds. The howls of their neighbors. The familiar constellations. In these early hours of the morning, he found himself at the heated spring, just at the side of the building. The entirely man-made cement hot tub was designed to look and feel natural. From the slate and gravel around it to the small falling water feature, to the plants and the rocky walls helping one pretend they were somewhere else. It was cozy and a place he didn't enjoy often enough. It allowed for quite a welcome mental refresh, even if sleep was often unnecessary or elusive.
Arturo leaned back in the water, closing his eyes, listening to the house beginning to settle in for the day while the birds and other animals in the mounts were just waking up. He reached up to run a dripping hand through his hair, a faint smile gracing his lips.
The Villa was definitely one of the best places Lorelle had stayed at, in her vampire-life. It was spacious, beautiful and comfortable. It was very different from the colonial house she had lived at with her siblings, or the houses she had stayed at afterwards. It was different too. She wasn't used to living together with so many people, but after all this time, it had started to feel normal. Still, she was glad she had her room she could be alone in. Lorelle didn't want to be in the presence of others all the time.
And because of that, she had also started to work. Life was far too long to stay at home every day. That day, she hadn't gone to work, though. In summer, she tended to stay home more often. Normally, she would go to work before the sun was up, and return home once it had set for the day, but in summer, the days were simply too long.
The vampire had lounged in her room for the majority of the day, reading and embroidering, which had made time go by fast. She suddenly felt the urge to get out of her room and look around the estate for a sign of life. Eternal life, in the vampire's case. The dark-haired, fair skinned woman walked around, wearing one of her long white underdresses. She still preferred wearing something like that, instead of modern clothes, especially when she was comfortable at home. The dress did make her look like a Victorian ghost, though, but that had never been a problem to her. She quite liked it.
Lorelle found herself walking towards the doors that led outside, towards the spring. The day was starting, so she hesitated to go outside for a moment, but then did so anyway. She looked around and saw Arturo, in the water. A soft smile appeared on her face and she softly walked over to him, settling down on the brim around it, which was wide enough to sit on. By now, Arturo would have probably noticed that she had approached, even before she sat down. "You're up late", she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder and smiling at her sire.
Post by Arturo Diaz de Frontera on Jul 3, 2024 21:08:07 GMT
Arturo had learned to adjust. He had been privileged to live through history, watching the world develop and evolve. He had learned that while he would always enjoy things his attachments to them were silly. But the man would carry a nostalgia for the time and place he had grown up in. That would never go away, and he would never ask any of his kin to push those feelings aside.
He had modernized himself and their home so that the rest of his coven didn't have to. But his sacrifice came at a cost. Such as being about at “human” hours and getting more sunlight than he wanted and owning a cell phone. Technology piqued his interest, and he was a quick learner. But the sheer amount of social pressure from digital media was intense. At least blue light didn’t bother him. More and more, the coven leader found he needed time alone, and the spring was a perfect choice.
The hushed movement of the door and soft footsteps indicated he had company. There was the light swish of a long gown. The vampire didn't bother to turn to look, his smile widening slightly. He knew well enough who it was approaching from behind, even before his Lorelle spoke.
“Beunos dias, mi pequeña flor de mayo,” he cooed softly. He was pleased to see her, but not in the mood to discuss his strange rounds recently. She would know he was restless of course. This was hardly the first time. “Would you care to join me?” He was careful in how he asked. As much as he wanted to demand she soak in the water with him, the vampire was aware that his demands could be more…compulsive than a simple ask. He turned to look up at her then, holding out his hand to brush his fingers over the thin airy fabric, admiring her. Despite the strain of modern living, it always warmed his heart to see Lorelle in one of her dresses, the little hints of embroidery always a treat.
Post by Lorelle Irving on Jul 16, 2024 12:55:10 GMT
Lorelle smiled at Arturo when he greeted her in Spanish. She still loved the sound of it, after all these years. He didn't respond to her remark, and she noticed he seemed restless. She wondered if something was up, but had the feeling that Arturo didn't wish to discuss it. He invited her in, brushing over her dress. She chuckled and looked down at where he had touched the fabric, noticing the white fabric turning more transparent with the water. "I just might", she said, elegantly swinging her leg over the ledge and putting it into the water, slowly. "My dress is wet already anyway", she teased. Lore put her other leg into the water. Then she lowered herself into the water, moving herself over in the tub so she could sit next to him, slightly leaning against him.
The vampire put her head on her sire's shoulder, the wet ends of her hair sticking to his skin. "This tub was a great addition to the home", she told him.
Post by Arturo Diaz de Frontera on Jul 16, 2024 14:19:29 GMT
The vampire had lived a very long time. It was both a blessing and a curse when it came to relationships and communication. Certainly, he had the capacity to be charming and attentive and focused.
The man let himself be distracted by her laugh. Let himself appreciate every curve of her body and the thing dress that covered up just enough to make him use his imagination. By now, he knew Lorelle’s body just as well as his own, but there was something special about that close familiarity. Her slow, elegant unfurling of her smooth legs and lowering them into the heated waters was no less captivating for that bond. Arturo ‘s dark gaze traveled along her slender ankle and up her calf and thigh to the folded hem of her dress. The fabric slowly soaked in water and became see through. He smiled as she submerged herself further beside him, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as she leaned against him.
“I am glad you like it as much as I do,” he said. “In retrospect, I do not miss communal baths,” he added with a chuckle. He knew she was too young to recall such things. At the time, he had thought them splendid, if a bit…wanton. He certainly enjoyed a show, but…with a select few. Arturo's hand caressed Lorelle's shoulder and then slowly moved down to her side, the damp dress the only barrier between his hand and her skin. Meanwhile, he was entirely comfortable in just his skin.
“I find myself…wanting of late. Not lonely, not with you here,” he added easily, turning to kiss the top of her hair softly. “But you know how it can be.” There were plenty of his children about, so he wasn't certain it was a need to have more. “Sometimes the world feels so strange.” He was more musing than really saying anything, he knew that. But he did lole the sound of his voice.
“How has your time been at the shop? Taken with anyone new recently?” He inquired, more than politely curious. Arturo found a lot of fulfillment in his spawns’ happiness. As for her having anyone else she was interested in, he meant both as friends, food, and pleasure.
Post by Lorelle Irving on Jul 23, 2024 16:43:32 GMT
Although she had known Arturo for a few centuries now, she still liked the way he looked at her and admired her. It made her wonder how some couples fell out of love after only being together thirty or forty years. Perhaps their open relationship helped them stay appreciative of one another. Arturo had definitely taken more partners than she had since they agreed to open up their relationship, but Lorelle didn't mind. She rarely got jealous. She only ever got jealous if Arturo seemed really into them, but she tried to hide it. She didn't want their relationship to turn toxic, because even if he wasn't her lover, he would remain her sire.
The dark-haired vampire had submerged herself by now, and Arturo had put his arm around here. With her head against his shoulder, she felt the bass of his voice travel through her body. It was a comforting feeling, and she liked it.
It wasn't like she needed the dress to feel comfortable in the water, but it was something different, for a change. She had plenty of undresses, and she knew she looked pretty when a wet dress was hugging her curves. Lorelle opened her eyes when Arturo kissed the top of her head and listened to what he said.
"Wanting someone new, or wanting to turn someone?" she asked. She could read him well, but she couldn't exactly pinpoint what kind of wanting he felt.
He didn't linger on the subject for long, but she would return to it later. She wanted Arturo to be able to voice his thoughts and feelings without feeling the need to talk about her instead. She shook her head. "Not really. I've been writing an old friend of mine, though. I might invite her someday, but I'm not sure she would be able to travel." Little did she know that Luciana ‘Lucy’ Crowley would soon spontaneously visit. "The mortals in Sweetwater seem... Boring. But perhaps I don't go out quite enough." She chuckled and placed her arm behind his back, softly caressing it.
Post by Arturo Diaz de Frontera on Jul 29, 2024 2:20:12 GMT
Lorelle's question was a good one. He wasn't quite certain he knew the answer himself. Although he had turned many, Lorelle had been the only one out of a more romantic love. Certainly, with most of his spawn, there was some sort of love involved. Some of it sexual, even. But his Lorelle was different. Sparks and flames came and went, but not her. She was an eternal torch. Like the ever-burning natural fires in Turkey or Taiwan. He'd visited some of those strange phenomena of flammable gases rising from the earth's crust. Perhaps he should visit another with her someday.
"I am not sure. I do not think it is a desire to turn someone." He didn't usually feel such an urge until after he had met someone and connected in some way and Arturo was certain there was no mortal in his life he was so desperately attached too that he might make such an offer. Not without them knowing more or asking. "I have talked to Giacomo recently. I think he feels a desire to have a family again. His sire abandoned him," he explained without going into too much detail. He wasn't certain how familiar Lorelle was with the artist, but the two shared a love of Italy.
"Perhaps I just need another companion to play with," he confessed. To feed on and to enjoy in other ways.
He pressed his lips to her hair as she spoke, listening quietly and breathing her in. "And old friend? Another vampire?" he asked curiously. He knew enough to know she must mean someone who knew her in 'other lives' but while they had spent a lot of time together, they had spent enough apart to know share everything. The vampire was certain that helped strengthen their desire for each other. His arm around her pulled her a bit closer, seeking her body pressed against his, thumb casually caressing her arm. It was quite the delight to see the dress soaked against her body. So very tempting.
Arturo chuckled. "Boring? You think so? Perhaps many of them. I'd very much enjoy if you found a mortal you could bond with." By that he of course meant befriend, but with the intent to feed on. "It can be so much more relaxing with someone you trust and can share with over time. Rather than worrying over where to dispose of them. Perhaps you should join me at the bar more often? We can judge how boring people are together," he teased.