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@bardelion    (  . . .  )      [         stormy   grey   hues   would   narrow   slightly    at   his   protest   ,    not   to   save   his   own   life   but   to   protect   his    precious    instrument   .    it   was   almost   admirable   how   he   cared   so   much   about   such   an   insignificant   object    .     yet   the   fae   remained    poised   with   her   bow   and   arrow   notched    directly   towards   the   man’s   chest   ,    of   which   the   treasured   instrument   was   practically   being   hugged  to .        ]          you’ve   been   following   my   steps   ever   since   I   left   that   tavern .   you   will   tell   me   why   you’ve   been   following   me   ,  bard  ,    or   I   will   ensure   to   turn   you   and   that   lute   of   yours   to   ash . 

the air around               him felt charged, the subtle hum of magic in the atmosphere as his eyes scanned the shadows, searching for her. alucard’s fingers twitched near the hilt of his sword, but he did not draw it. not yet. there was something more, something that held him back. it was a rare moment for alucard to pause, but in this instance, he found himself waiting. the faintest shiver of something unfamiliar brushed against him—-perhaps interest, perhaps something deeper. he couldn’t place it, but it stirred something inside him. it was dangerous. weakness, he reminded himself. emotion is weakness. he let out a quiet chuckle, his eyes darkening with a dangerous glint. what a strange turn of events.          “i’ve dealt with your kind before,” he said, his voice chilling, as he moved closer. “you’re no threat.”
                       the words slipped from his mouth with practiced ease, yet the air between them seemed to crackle with something more than power. alucard’s lips twisted into a sly grin as his gaze narrowed. the tension between them was palpable—-      more than just the exchange of strength or magic. it felt like something else, something that made him pause longer than usual.    ❨  …  ❩     no, don’t get caught in it, he told himself, but the curiosity lingered. what is it about this one?
            
            “tell me, fae,” he murmured, his voice taking on an edge of rare            curiosity. “what brings you to this place? surely, you don’t seek death, do you?”

@opraen    (  . . .  )           then,   I   would   show   you   what   it   means   to   bleed.   and   I   would   not   stop   until   you   taste   the   ash   in   your   mouth .     [        she   answered,   her   voice   low   and   edged   with   a   quiet   promise.   there   was   no   fear   in   her,   no   hesitation.    and   she   did   not   care   for   the  consequences.         ]      
            
                    you   think   I   don't   know   what   you   are ?   you're   nothing   new   to   me.    so   unless   you   plan   to   prove   otherwise—     [       reyne   narrowed   her   eyes,   the   final   words   laced   with   a   taunting   dare .       ]     —keep   your   hands ,  and   your   fangs,   to   yourself. 
            
            
            

@opraen     (  . . .  )      [      the   dagger   pressed   against   alucard's   throat   was   no   idle   threat,   but   a   whisper   of   her   lethal   intent.   silver   runes,   ancient   and   crackling   with   dormant   power,   shimmered   along   the   curved   edge   as   her   fingers   flexed—  graceful   yet   unyielding.    and    yet ,   his   gaze   remained   annoyingly   steady,   unshaken,   almost   toying   with   her.   eyes   the   color   of   storm-tossed   seas   narrowed   as   the   vampire’s   casual   defiance   registered,   the   smirk   curling   his   lips   only   fueling   the   cold   fire   simmering   in   her   veins.   a   part   of   her   admired   his   audacity,   though   her   disdain   for   his   arrogance   outweighed   it.     ]
            
                 amused ?      [      she   asked,   her   voice   a   melodic   lilt,   carrying   the   faint   echo   of   winds   through   an   ancient   glade.   it   was   calm,   far   too   calm   for   the   predator   she   was.   her   dagger   did   not   waver,   though   his   pale   finger   had   nudged   it   aside.   it   hovered   just   near   enough   to   threaten,   an   unspoken   promise   of   what   it   could   do   if   she   chose.      ]     I   wonder,   vampire,   do   you   laugh   in   the   face   of   everything?   or   just   the   things   you   / think /   cannot   harm   you ?
            
                  [       her   delicate   neck   tilted,   the   movement   graceful   yet   deliberate,   exposing   the   column   of   her   throat   for   but   a   fleeting   moment.   a   taunting,   yet   daring   gesture .      ]    

@faeoirs            as fragile as her delicate neck appeared, the corded muscle pulsed with life-—           a strange, intoxicating hum unlike any mortal or creature alucard had ever encountered she was a walking poison, dangerous and deliberate, but alucard merely stared, his gaze steady with quiet amusement. the sleeping soldier hardly stirred as she pressed a dagger to his throat, a mimicry of a threat that drew only a soft laugh from the vampire. his adam's apple shifted as he swallowed the moment,               his detached eyes betraying neither fear nor concern. what could possibly render him afraid when even death itself had fled from him? with a pale,         languid finger, he pushed the blade aside effortlessly, his voice smooth and amused. “gilded,” he mused, “but what if it were red as curdling skies or bright as the fiery hues of the ancients? what then?” she was dangerous.  he knew that much-—but after centuries of existence, alucard found himself more entertained than wary.

@hyrded    (  . . .  )      [         here   ,  in   this   mortal   realm   ,   reyne   had   discovered   the   need   to   blend   in   all  too  well .   the  clothes  she  would  usually  wear   brought   far   too   much   attention   to   herself   and   so  she  had  made  it  her  first   mission   to   change   into   clothes   that   were  deemed   ‘ normal ‘ .   a  plain  shirt  ,  pants   and  ,   what   the   store   owner   called   a   ‘ stylish  accessory ‘   of  a  leather  jacket .    the  waves  of  her  light  hair  covered  the  pointed   tips  of  her  ears  ,   and   she   suddenly   realised   how   relatively   / boring /   she   looked   .    
            
                      her  stormy   hues   scanned   the   tavern  (  or   should   she   say   bar  ?  )   from   where   she   lingered   ,   taking   in   the   ridiculous   dancing   to   the   horrific   music   being   played   ,  with   a   grimace .   the   humans   were  . . .  strange .   but   at   least   the   ale    there   was   half   decent .     there   was   a   subtle   tension   within   her   bones   as   she   was   addressed  ,  fingers   curling   and   digging   half-moon   marks  from   her   nails   into   the   palms   of   her   hands .      ] 
            
                . . .     that’s   not   the   business   of   a   stranger .     [      the   fae   responded   easily   ,   piercing   gaze   locking   on   the   side   of   the   face   of   the   one   who   had   spoken   .  her   head   tilted   ever   so   slightly  ,   as   if   deciphering   something   .   ]     . . .   nor   of   a   reaper   ,   for   that   matter .   I   could   ask   you   the   same   question .   

@faeoirs             &.              sounds good,      i’ll send in my drops after i eat and, check your discord when you can. i sent you something ;)

@hyrded   /   you’re   always   welcome   to   drop    bby !   i’m   writing   some   responses   as   we     speak    but   I’ll   get   to   everything   !   I   promise !    < 33

      &.     ngl,     i feel like dropping more things on here. let me know if it’s not too —- overwhelming and i’ll cook up something more exciting.

@likeholy    /     HEYHEYHEYYYYYY

*     of course!! <333

@heaIingtouch    /    TYSM HUN < 33