❚ 𝖇𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 . 𖤐⠀ 𝄒 𝒉eart.

@opraen / lowkey he deserves it, not that i discriminate between your, i mean, MY boys

/    thanks for the follow sir  
             you have a really nice theme and bio.

@tricksgod           &.          YES,       I HAVE HIS FATHER TOO.   ;)          he’s sleeping in da crib rn, tho. 

hey girl.       Leans on my five billion stacks of cash

/ i love the black and white theme 

@eadimidium       &.     thank you >3

/   new user is so good 

  (  . . .  )         I   pissed   off   the   wrong   fae   and   he   sent   a   monster   to   kill   me.   said   monster   was   slain   and   I   somehow   ended   up   here .  [     she   responded   ,    stoic   in  tone   and   expression   as   she   finally   moved   ,   not   in   his   direction ,   but   in   a   purposeful   stride   that   suggested   she   was   no   longer   interested   in   speaking   with   him  .        ]       I   did   not   come   here   for   conflict   ,   if   that’s   what   lingers   on   your   mind  .   turn   away   ,    and   pretend    that   this   never   happened .    you   can   forget   about   what   you   have   seen ,   and   we   never   need   to   cross   paths   again .    
            

(  . . .  )     [     pain   lanced   through   her   ribs   where   the   fall   had   bruised   her,   but   she   refused   to   falter.   not   in   the   presence   of   this   shadow-clad   figure   who   watched   her   from   the   abyss.   the   weight   of   his   gaze   pressed   against   her   like   a   storm,   but   reyne   did   not   flinch.   her   eyes,   fierce   and   ancient,   lifted   to   meet   his.   the   darkness   clung   to   him,   but   she   had   faced   darker   things.   she   knew   the   taste   of   shadows   well.   reyne's   breath   steadied,   the   ache   in   her   ribs   now   a   distant   thing.   she   rose   in   a   single   fluid   motion,   wings   folding   tight   against   her   back,   her   midnight   leathers   still   bearing   the   scars   of   her   fall.   the   sword   in   her   grip-slender,   wicked,   crafted   from   fae-forged   steel—  glinted   in   the   pale   light   as   her   knuckles   flexed.
            
                her   head   lifted   slowly,   revealing   sharp   features   that   seemed   carved   from   starlight   and   shadow,   her   silver   hair   framing   a   face   that   was   equal   parts   ethereal   and   fierce.   a   disbelieved   scoff   passed   her   lips .      ]     your sleep?      [     she   echoed,   her   voice   low,   carrying   the   lilting   cadence   of   the   fae   but   tempered   with   steel.     ]    it   seems   your   rest   has   made   you   forget   these   lands   belong   to   no   one ,  bloodsucker .   they   are   certainly   not   forbidden   to   me . 
            
                     [      his   question   caused   an   uncomfortable   knot   to   tighten   in   her   gut .    she   remained   still   ,   never   turning   her   back   on   the   stranger   .     ]      

“a fae trudging upon the forbidden lands of mankind.. intriguing.” the faintest amusement flickered in his gaze, but it was quickly masked by the familiar coldness. there was no immediate threat, not yet, but that did not mean he would lower his guard. alucard’s eyes locked onto her now, fully registering         every aspect of her being, every movement she made. even in the silence of the moment, he felt the weight of her presence. he stood there, as still and unyielding as the night itself, as if the world paused just for him to take her in. “what was it?” his voice dropped, almost imperceptibly, with a hint of an unspoken challenge.           he was a predator waiting to see how she would react, knowing that the answers she provided would either make or break her in his eyes. his gaze was unblinking, watching, waiting for her next move.