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Famous people were such a bore. Rosalie has spent most of her lifetime surrounded by mortals who lived short lives who had relevancy in the public eye. Most were used as unaware puppets of the Camarilla masters who were pulling the strings that would help out the Masquerade, but they were nothing but shallow icons that represented beauty and fleeting gloriousness that would only be remembered once they die young for the sake of publicity when their time is up.
Rosalie hated spending time with famous mortals. She only liked a few. Even though Tarantino has recently been Ghouled (hence why he left the scene and no longer is doing the movies) he was an interesting fellow. Johnny Depp was so beloved that no Kindred actually wanted to Sire him, not even Rosalie herself. Travolta, on the other hand, well the poor fellow has fallen into a grip of a delusional Malkavian who is still to this running the joke of the Scientology with the assistance of Technocrats. All the specific actors and other celebrities who seemed to be quite strange and actually offer something interesting to the scene were dancing to the beat of the Kindred society that only they can hear.
These fellow actor that Rosalie was with? Hah! She was the only Kindred among them. They had nothing to do with the Kindred side of Hollywood and it showed. Talented people, yes, but all they've been talking about tonight are the goals for the future, schedules for filming of the great remake of the movie that is definitely going to be a shameful homage to the original and other mortal concerns. The redheaded beauty wanted to shudder at the mere mention of husbands and wives, diets and training, potential surgeries, and that fish recipe someone's mother discovered. UGH.
Rosalie had nothing to do with it as she stared at the cattle and just desired to cause some chaos. Oh, the smell of blood surrounding her just begged to be spilled. She wanted nothing more but to stain the golden walls with gore and blood, to watch the crimson slowly drop down the luxury surface of the expensive gold, see the light trail that the blood left match the color of her hair. Completely absent from the conversation of her fellow co-stars, Rosalie stared at nothingness with her eyes dreamy of carnage as she let out a longing sigh. But the sudden intense sparkle that lasted for a moment, but it nearly blinded Rosalie's senses that was not only enhanced through supernatural means, but also the drugs that still lingered within her, she turned to see a massive statue of a horse made out of gold and crystal.
Such campy, hideous and kitsch creation. Mon Dieu. Magnifique.
The Toreador left her group and walked away from the crowded bar and casino towards the statue that stood away from the people, but she wasn't entirely alone as one of her personal bodyguards and also her ghoul followed after, putting her safety first. The man was tall, buff and had tattoos all over his arms and neck. A Russian martial artist, someone she recently picked up. He was a rough man. Tough man. Rosalie had a few intimate instances with him and she was impressed how a non-Kindred can be so enduring and have so much stamina. But still, he was a mere mortal to her, a fleeting toy for her to dangle around and toss him whenever she saw fit. Or eat him. Too much muscle, though. She'd have to decide.
"You don't need to follow, mon cher." she said when they were now away from the noise.
Shikolai didn't feel like leaving the woman alone, especially after he managed to do some digging himself. He stood behind her, lowering himself to reach closer to her ear as he whispered with thick accent and slightly broken English. "Mistress, the hotel owned by a Sabbat. Is not Camarilla haven."
Rosalie's eyebrows arched with surprise as she turned to look at Shikolai. "Oh... Is that so?" she asked him as the man nodded with a stern expression. Rosalie smirked and brought her hand to his cheek, her cold hand caressing him gently. "Do not tease me, mon amour, we're here in public." she purred to him, the soft accent caressing his senses as he was met with the glare of unrelenting carnality he only saw in this peculiar actress, for someone seemingly so angelic, she was worse than any idea of a satanist he could imagine. And she didn't even show everything she desired, to begin with. "Do not worry, then. If anything happens, it happened in the Domain of a vampire from the Sabbat, I don't think the Prince will take that lightly, after all." with that said, turned back to look at the hideous horse sculpture. "Besides, my disappearance or death will draw far too much public attention. So leave me, Shikolai. I wish to.. Admire mistakes." she waved the man off dismissively, as he had no choice but to heed the desire of his mistress and walked away from her, though he still picked a spot where he could see her - just in case.
Meanwhile, the woman stood there alone purposefully. To make herself as bait or, well, to see if anything will happen. She's a renown Camarilla Kindred, a Harpy no less, with tight connections to the power players in LA. She is far from a nobody. And she exploited herself on purpose as she visualized her Sire's arts of mangled bodies immortalized on the pristine, crystal horse, a morbid representation of wealth and failed victory, something like that. Donovan's vision and abuse imbedded deeply into Rosalie's psyche, his desperation becoming a part of her, because all of his internalized struggle and suffering was forced upon her, bled into her mouth, nostrils, eyes and ears, as he forcefully broke her bones, tied her up and left her to hang mangled from the bloody chandelier as Donovan would have his creative climax at the sight of a broken girl he turned into masterpiece.
Rosalie smiled. Those were simpler times. Now that he is without his muse, Donovan is now cast into shadows, forced by the hand of the Camarilla to isolate himself for a while. May he find solace in sunrise, she thought to herself.
With curiosity, she dipped her dainty finger in her wine and waved towards the crystal surface of the sculpture, wanting to see how red would look with this excessive slimmer, leaving a dissatisfying pink hue as the wine drop slide down onto the colorful carpet.
And that's when she felt it. Eyes were on her. She pretended as if she was unaware, but someone like her knew how to tell apart when a mortal would set their gaze upon her and when a Kindred targeted her on their radar. And she could feel her hairs stand on the back of her neck. Oh, this is a familiar feeling.
This is no young Kindred. This was someone much older, such a strong presence for someone who is in tune with her Auspex and supernatural senses, it just could be felt, the energy and air would simply feel thick and intense that it couldn't be ignored. That must be them.
The premise
Ares and Aphrodite, a love story as old as time itself. Troublesome, toxic, but raw and real. True to their nature, they're the two opposites, as much as it may cause chaos due to the differences, without their union, there would be an imbalance... The love is possessive, all-consuming. Self-control can only last as long as these two forces keep themselves in check. But the moment one missteps, it officially passes the point of no return.
I'm looking for specifically Ancient Greek mythological setting. Does it need to be super authentic? Maybe, not necessarily. Does the mythological setting need to be super on point and follow the ancient stories? Not really. As the matter of fact, my depiction of Aphrodite would be different. I never liked the behavior of a goddess that was meant to be reincarnation of beauty and love, but maybe there's a reason for it there, I simply did not like it.
I want to represent Aphrodite as the divine feminine, a nurturing figure of love, not one who would curse others out of spite. While it only makes sense that a goddess of beauty would be offended if she was not recognized as the most beautiful, in mythos, there were a lot of instances where Aphrodite has done vile things when love was rejected. I'd prefer to work on her character traits. She will start of as a fairly naive figure that is filled with innocence, much like love would be when it comes first. However, Aphrodite's sexual awakening and her coming to her fully power only happens when she's with Ares.
In the story, she'd be a fairly new goddess in the Olympus. The world is going through a troubling time, a lot of war and hatred has been growing among mankind, but among the gods in Olympus as well. The birth of the goddess of love had happened out of necessity, while also the aspect of her beauty that is there to inspire all to do good.
So when she meets with Ares, things will feel immediately electric between them. He's the definition of masculinity and Aphrodite is the true feminine. War and Love clashing, Ares disagrees with how love would dull the blade and Aphrodite naturally despising violence and pain, would disagree with Ares' choices to end things in blood. However, despite those disagreements, there's something more beneath the surface. A certain tension, electric and magnetic, a strong pull between the two opposites. Two different energies that simply cannot move on if one is without the other, or mass destruction and withering would take place.
Aphrodite might not dull Ares' blade, but she would most certainly soothe the unending and exhausting rage that made even the god of war himself feel as if its all pointless, at certain times.
There was a reason why Aphrodite came to be. And there was a reason why in such hard times Ares and her would have such a specific chemistry.
It would be a love story that should change the course of humanity's future. But it comes with a devastating price.
So no, it's not just a romance with lots of sex, just because Ares is a dominant, red blooded masculine force and Aphrodite being the living and breathing aphrodisiac and goddess of sex, doesn't mean that this story is going to be all about that. It's an epic tale where their nature, being the polar opposites, mends and harms them both at the same time. And how much their union affects the world around them, being the gods and forces of nature, it'll reflect their relationship. Even sex is not just sex, in this scenario. It's something more.
I'd go as far as to add more challenging aspects - Aphrodite's (upcoming?) marriage with Hephaestus and her inner conflict and guilt as a goddess of love, other gods and goddesses disliking Ares and wanting to keep Aphrodite away from him (considering that she's new and given that everyone sucks in Olympus, they'd want to use her for her own agenda) and who knows what we can come up with next!
So you're interested?
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