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and that i would have.   [upon her beckoning,  she sits upright and tugs the blanket up to protect her bare shoulders from the cold.  the soft glow of the moon favoring both of their features.   once he’s seated before her,  she leans forward to rest her chin along his shoulder,   a common display of not only comfort but affection from his lady wife]    while i cannot change what my blood truly yearns for——i would not change where i am now.   but i do think as the years pass,   the harsher the winter is to us.

@thysanguine  [blue eyes shift momentarily from the crescent moon when he hears the voice of his wife—to which the hardness in his face immediately soften]  ten years in north drakosia and still your blood yearns for summer.   [and yet, he’s drawn to her.  setting down at the edge]  you would have frozen over long ago without me.  

@spellswoven  we do not burn witches we devour them.  it is the dallen way.  [and there were much more of him who waited in places unseen.  their voices and thoughts loud  in his head—his sister’s voice was heard the most.  she was the most violent of them—most hateful.   even the black wolf was a mercy compared to the red one.  BRANDAR LEANS,  his own drink is brought forward—blue wine, gone in a single go. the flavor lingers on his tongue,  burns at his throat. it was the closest thing he would ever feel to the dragons of house Beowulf breathing fire]     your kind eat the children of man.    of course we are better than you.  

@WLVNBORN      ( … )      [       the   room   pulsed   with   noise — laughter   ricocheting   off   the   walls,   music   weaving   through   the   crowd   like   a   spell.   yet   despite   the   revelry,   a   taut   thread   of   tension   stretched   between   the   witch   and   the   wolf,   invisible   to   most,   but   unmistakable   to   those   who   knew   how   to   look.   a   chuckle   left   sera’s   lips   as   she   glanced   over   at   him,   her   eyebrow   raising.      ]      why ?   do   you   plan   to   burn   me   at   the   stake  ?        [      she   mused,   her   voice   dripping   with   dry   mockery   as   she   lifted   her   glass   to   her   mouth,   taking   a   long   sip.      ]      you   are   no   better   than   I. 

@spellswoven you may yet lose your life before that,  witch.       therefore i will do as i wish.   

TIED TO @BEOWULFS & @DRAQEIRS

AND NOW THE WOLF,   AND NOW THE LOYALTY OF WOLVES.     /      THE MIDNIGHT GUARDIANS OF DRAKOSIA      :      HOUSE DALLEN OF STOIC’S END.         

don’t be.   it’s merely blood,   darling.   [she hums,   pale blue hues watching the other as he desperately wipes away the blood dyeing his chin,   as if he was caught committing a grievous crime.   with a slight,   yet reassuring smile,    she spots yet another dribble along his neck as he glances downward.   she allows herself the liberty to slowly raise a hand,   a gentle thumb swiping over the remnants of his last meal only for her to take a taste for herself from her thumb]    hm..    is this—   a bunny?    don’t tell me..    the others have converted you to the vegan diet?

@fatalefang [frantic fingers fidget to pull his sleeve over his hand. and it’s used to smudge the blood away until it blended in with his pale,    rouge tinted skin.]    sorry—    [words are muffled by the now dirtied fabric of his loose fitted sweater. his eyes darting to his shoes—embarrassed]   

although the boy was grown  ,  able to speak and function  —  somewhat  ,  he could not help but think of his own son.  thousands of years later and he continued to see him in things.  perhaps that was why his lips curled into a sympathetic frown  ,  a wounded noise slipping past his lips  —  as if the other being lost was painful to hear.  another factor could be that he was so clearly new  ,  so young when compared to himself.  so unsure in this new body he was gifted.  had vlad grown up differently  ,  been in different circumstances  ,  he may have been the same way.  seeking out a familiar presence  ,  even if it had been towards the same man who agreed to turn him while simultaneously hoping for him to fail.
            
            he added a bit of pressure to his steps as he walked  ,  allowing for his shoes to make a soft sort of noise.  to alarm the other that he was approaching.  "I grow even more disappointed in how you're being raised.  they allow you to wander to the point of losing your way?"  he questioned with a genuine hint of concern.  "come closer  ,  boy.  assisting you is not an option if you are not near."  and maybe there was a part of him that demanded to make sure he was unharmed as well.

@vladie- ,     [skittish steps cease, and the eyes of a deer plastered onto the face of a man widens.  he speaks,   but the words fall silent.  mouth falling agape  before he realizes he may as week swallow a fly and clamps his jaw shut.    hands lift subtly.   gesturing to everything and nothing  ]      lost.  I’m—-lost   [embarrassed by the lack of base in his own words,  raleigh seemed to recoil just a little bit. he was almost sure the stranger would leave him stranded here—-which was in his right. it was not like they knew each other. the newborn simply saw him as a familiar and welcoming face.. somewhat]  

@boysbite,          [there was nothing left to say. though, felize could not discard the own ache that blossoms in his chest cavity. it reminded him of when he had initially turned, that it wasn’t the fact that he was given a second chance to live. but it was the hunger, the thirst, the cold—which consumed the entirety of his being. the outskirts of whitechapel didn’t become what it was if not for the monster that was created.]       are they dead?      [Felize swallows, diverting the conversation as he kneels beside the corpse. a finger delicately dropped to their neck, searching for a pulse no longer there.]

@ivampsuckyerblood,     [he hated how satisfying it was.  he tried so hard to do what  another did. but it wasn’t enough—animal blood wasn’t enough.  it made him feel sick. as much as he tried to make himself regurgitate the meal,   it wouldn’t come up.   it was like his stomach refused to let go of “proper” feeding it deserved—-now that he was no longer human.    he has half the courage to cry. tears stain supple,     cold skin and he shrinks further into the shell of himself—his mind was his worst enemy—insults that he had never heard since he was a boy pulled themselves out of the grave to taunt him again]        i— .. yeah,   i guess so. 

@boysbite,              [though his lips are spread out into a smile, satoru’s eyes are hidden underneath the blindfold he wore. however, if he wasn’t known to judge, today might be just the day that changes.]       you sure about that?       [a harmless question, head cocking towards the side as hands find their way into the pocket of his uniform. now, he wouldn’t necessarily like to call someone a liar—but he could become a changed man starting this hour! but the sorcerer called it a bluff, that’s one.]      you sure got a lot of bad energy on you, are you going to say that it’s ’cause of the clouds?

@6THEYES      ✶    Sorry! Sorry, it’s a—i have a.. tick..(?)

—i know i’m good looking but..