Giadesstrin - The Devil Makes Us Sin

psd 204 → (ss) (mf)

→ contains vibrance.

You, Me, & Baby | Gia & Brett

Gia didn’t know the details, but she knew enough. That Toby had left his pregnant girlfriend (or maybe she had left him but either way that) was enough. Gia’s first instinct in dealing with breakups was chocolate and wine, but Brett was pregnant, meaning wine wasn’t the best bet.

Finding the closest substitute in a sparkling wine and grabbing some extra dark chocolate didn’t seem like quite enough. As Halloween was approaching, the grocery store was beyond stocked up on candy and, today, Gia was grateful. Dropping a little but of everything in her basket, her next stop was to grab a couple different flavors of ice cream, soup, Mac and cheese…If Brett couldn’t drink, she could at least binge on comfort food.

Gia wasn’t instantly sure anyone was home. Brett’s car was there, sure, but it was a very walkable town and, on reflection, if she hadn’t been crying too much, Gia knew that she, herself, would want to just get away from it all if she’d had a particularly nasty breakup. Still, she had to try.

Stepping up to the door, Gia knocked in as friendly a way as she could knock before whipping out her phone to send a text. It's Gia! Just wanted to stop by and bring you some goodies. You home? Exhaling softly, she hit send and resolved to wait. Of course, the scent if Brett was everywhere, which wasn't helpful in locating but, as she listened more closely, she thought she heard something stir.

Sacrilege | Gia & Talia

Gia Desstrin had had quite a life journey, but it paled in comparison to that of Talia Kenway.  Talia had done, in most ways, all the things Gia had done: she'd become something inhuman, she'd turned away from her home, she'd made a new one without any of the people she'd once known.  That part of the story, at least, was familiar.  But Gia was only twenty-five and Talia had a few (or a hundred) bonus years tacked onto that number in which to cram adventures.

Naturally, Gia knew nothing of the vampire.  Night was creeping up on Oxford and Gia was concentrating more keenly on not slipping, giving the freak snow storm that had hit Oxford, than on the scent of vampire coming from down the lane.  There had been a time, granted, when running into a vampire in Oxford had been a relatively rare occurrence, but that had been before the influx of the undead, several months back.  Now, Gia hardly gave it a second thought - or, more importantly, tried not to think about it, at all. 

It had been her choice, getting on the V.  She could have resisted, like a number of the older wolves had done - like Everett had done - but she'd been weak and all she'd really wanted was to belong again.  She hadn't wanted to run any further than Oxford and, though she wished she'd never tried the V, she didn't regret staying.  Notwithstanding, even now she sometimes had trouble dealing with vampires.  She was good about reminding herself of their personhood, taking a deep breath, and pushing away the overwhelming desire and, so far, that had been enough.  She prayed it always would be: werewolves who had tried V were being hunted, these days.  The last thing she needed was to break down and give it a taste.  She knew how horribly she'd die, as a result, if she did.  Besides, no one deserved that.  Not even a vampire.

As she stepped inside, and peeled off her snow-wet jacket, she was confronted with the scent of the undead.  Scrunching up her nose, she rubbed it and concentrated hard on the click of her shoes as she walked.  She didn't need to think about vampire too much.

Gia's brows arched at the thought of that. "I think I'd hate to be in any situation where our only hope is Kol, to be honest," she admitted, honestly. "Because by virtue of that fact, I would probably already be long dead. I guess that's one of the advantages to being 900 years old," she mused. "It's pretty hard to tell you not to do whatever you want to do." Gia tiled her head softly as Vera praised Kol, her chocolate curls brushing across her shoulders, eyes twinkling. She knew what that could be like, she realized - that kind of trust and understanding of another person. The bond of Maker and Progeny might be lost on her, but love was not and, smiling to herself, she was proud of the fact. As they left Fangtasia as one, she turned to Vera. Their relationship was confusing to her on another level, as well. Sure, they had the open relationship that Everett and Gia had had for a time, but they'd never moved beyond that stage. Maybe it was the boredom of centuries, but it still struck Gia as odd. Proportionally, Gia and Everett had had hardly any time together at all and they were already exclusive. Not that Gia was judging them - she wasn't the sort of person to go there - but she just wondered about the mechanics of it. And despite that, Gia felt, they were pretty lucky. You saw so many vampires who appeared so very lonely. It was a real blessing, she was sure, to have each other. "He seems pretty in love with you...Not that anyone could ever blame him," she added with a large wink. "It must be good to know you've got someone to travel all time with."

Head Bitch In Bar | Gia & Vera