ʳᵉᵗᵘʳⁿ ᵗᵒ ◞⠀ٱกร𝕥incτ

⠀⠀／  giggles n kicks feet 

@srvitude       ㅤ⟢       it is fair. i know you can do it, once your hunger has subsided everything will be clearer for you.       [his words come out as encouraging, he can see the way adali tries so hard to regain his footing between the two of them. perhaps it’s selfish, and to his own desire as he makes sure the servant toppled over once more. have his mind only stir upon who was in front of him, and jinshan made no move to stop adali from indulging on his blood despite the near exhaustion he felt from the loss in his system. however, he does not stop the vermin unless he really felt true need to do so. allowing them to share more than just a couple kisses, lips practically melt against one another—and he would simply continue with allowing the man to indulge himself against his mouth.]      that’s right, adali. that’s what i want to hear today, nobody else.       [once his lips were drawn clean, finally his hands rise, palm pressing against the end of his jaw. pushing him back with a curt laugh to escape,]       are you satisfied? this is what happens when you don’t eat, adali. do you see how greedy you’ve become? if i hadn’t stopped you, you would have eaten me whole.       [he leans in, nose tickling the crevice of adali’s neck. a gentle peck offered, it was comforting.]        good boy,      [the nobleman spoke, finally leaning back so he could stand as the other remained disheveled around him. a pause, his own hunger shifting beneath his flesh.]       how do you feel now?

     it was evil how often he was stopped from indulging himself,  the words spoken were even worse.  his expression was .. so out of it , almost deluded by the way his senses were overran.    he could barely make sense of himself, let alone debate wrong or right.   it was instinct he moved on,  completely unrestrained and primal.   the very core of his being was greedy,  and his grip would tighten into the wound that bleed down his hand. god, it sent his mind reeling, watching as it trickled out.   ``    I. .. i can't think straight --  no ..  don't .. bring  that  up  now ..   it's  not  fair ..    ``    his  words  were broken up,  laboured and stammered over breaths in quick succession.  that horrible ache came back almost doubled,  and  he  hoped to try and bite at the lips that teased him so.    everything was drowning him,  relishing him in a torturous mountain of desires and a pit of regrets waiting below.  he didn't miss a beat in each of his starved kiss,  his un- bloodied hand familiarising itself with the crook of the nobleman's neck,  sharp nails pinching at his nape.     ``   jinshan,   ``   he   said it so clear in his eagerness,   crisp compared to his slurring words before.    ``    you're ..  lord  jinshan..  ``    he  repeats  again,  an almost pleased coo to his bloodlustef tone as he dived further into the blood crevice of his mouth,  his body was practically flush against the serpents,  shaking and slumped with his sheer lack of composure. it was a marvel how easily he had come undone. 
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀:   @swarmite 

@srvitude        ㅤ⟢        you do it often.     [jinshan remarks, eyes narrowing carefully as he observed the servant.]      what a lie, content? you can barely gaze at yourself through the mirror. such shame, so much burden on your shoulders.       [a light chuckle, amused as his eyes close.]       you could share it with me? us serpent’s are good at handling what other’s couldn’t.

     ``  I  spoke without thinking  ..  ``   he  admitted,  hands intertwining with themselves as he adjusted his positioning again - unsure of how he should stand or move.    he tenses, freezing in his fiddling,   ``    why .. does it matter?   I'm content with .. myself.    ``    it was hard for him to focus,  the  gentle touch that pushed away his hair had his heart racing, and he swallowed the nervous lump in his throat.    ``  there's.. nothing to help    `` 
                                           :     @swarmite 

@srvitude       ㅤ⟢       so you’re aware you’ve outspoken. such a sharp tongue, for a servant. if it were anybody else, they would have had you kneeling.      [it wasn’t a lie, but the serpent wasn’t cruel. instead, it was amusing, golden orifices glow underneath the shadow that adali casts with his head. a sharp chuckle,]      i could help you, you don’t know many who share the same struggles as you. don’t you?       [a hand rises, fingers drawn to the servant’s hair. digits delicately brushing one behind the other’s ear.]

      ``       [  ...  ]   usually, I drink, neither.   But if I had to choose : a coffee would be fine.      `` 

@srvitude        ㅤ⟢        it would be rude not to welcome another one of my kind. do you prefer coffee or tea?  

    ``        .. I really don't speak to anyone outside of the manor ..   ``   he insisted,  finally lifting his eyes to properly see the face that invited him inside.   adali becomes wary,  his expression hardening ever so slightly as he lowers his arms to drop by his sides once more.    ``    you don't enjoy visitors, yet you welcome me in..?   why not tell me to go?     `` 
                                       :      @swarmite 

     ``    I slept on the chair.    ``  adali informed him,  unsure of whether that would be assuring or not.   still,  adali gingerly sets the prepared food to the bedside table:  a  simple but nutrient breakfast and his preferred drink of choice elegantly being poured out into a porcelain cup.    ``   did you sleep well, my lord? as best as you could, I hope.    `` 
                                    :   @duskrhine 

⋆  eyes slowly blinked open, sleepily staring up at the figure of his butler above him. it was another few moments before adali’s words seemed to fully register.  ⋆                your.. room? that can’t be right,          (  …  )          you didn’t sleep on the floor?

    ``    no .. no,  nothing happened.  you are in my room.    apologies if the bed isn't as comfy as yours.     I didn't want to risk waking you up carrying you all those stairs.  you fell asleep in the carriage .   I  got worried ..  I thought you wouldn't wake up, you slept that long.    `` 
                                           :     @duskrhine 

     there  was nothing to say.  every word plucked at his heart like one would pluck wings off of a bird.  in the end, adali was a coward, and his false righteousness came from empathy.   his footsteps came to a stop,  and  adali  felt  his pulse in his ears,  eyes dropping to the floor, his stomach sinking with each question hung in the air.  valentin  was right.   what difference would it make?  he would only become a body added to the church's pile.   he was  nothing special.  he was the very bug the church wanted to crush beneath its foot. he was the hideous alien amongst the beauty of humanity.  if he wanted to die a pathetic torturous death, why would he have begged that night ..  why would he have sold his life away for eternal servitude?     every  fibre of his being was grotesque.  it was wrong, and deadly, and exactly what the church was looking for.   
            
            adali adjusted his hat, and he resumed his walk in utter silence.  he could only listen to the pleas and screams of those behind him as they grew quieter with the further away they got.    ``  forgive  me.    ``    he  spoke  distantly,  unattached to his words that he aimed to his lord; his saviour.   
            
            ⠀⠀／  ur the devil incarnate is what u ARE 
                                       :     @duskrhine 

⋆  the expression in his golden hues was /cold/, there was no other way to describe it. gone was the gentle curve of his lips and the warmth of his gaze, replaced by a carefully blank stare. this was the lord that the public knew, loved, admired, despised and feared all at once. ah,       (  …  )       it was a͟p͟a͟t͟h͟e͟t͟i͟c͟,  even.  ⋆               fine, then,                 ⋆  he murmurs, the low volume of his tone doing nothing to conceal the steely calm he fiercely maintained.  ⋆               go, if you wish. go and intercept the church, go and free those people from their confines. and what then? what do you think will happen? you will be tried for associating with a species that must be eradicated in the eyes of the law. you will be arrested, at best.. and at worst? i dare not think. perhaps you’ll be imprisoned for the rest of your life, or you’ll be tried and executed. or, maybe they’ll decide to /test/ you with their foolish methods ⸻ and what do you think would happen? if their animals’ blood and their drowning and burning can ‘prove’ an innocent human’s identity as /vermin/,  what of one who is truly the being that they seek to destroy?         (  …  )         what was the point of coming to me then, if you will simply throw your life away like this? go on, if you really want to. i won’t stop you.
            
            / i am the devil on ur shoulder

       adali  simply  reached out and grabbed ahold of  valentin's  forearm,   perhaps gripping too tightly as he stared straight ahead.  his expression  was grim and dark,  his  entire posture too rigid yet too casual at the same time.    ``      you  are  asking  me  to  ignore  innocent  people   and ..  and   I'm  obeying  you.    I  feel  ..   disgusting.      do you realise  what you have asked of me ?     ``  
            
            ⠀⠀／  GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT OH MY GOOODDD 
                                       :       @duskrhine 

      ``     this is ridiculous...    ``  he  muttered,  his  ears  tinged  pink at the insistent press of the gift.   adali had no choice in this matter, and he simply began to unravel the present, hesitating with every movement he made.   he then paused before opening the lid,  looking up to valentin with furrowed brows.       ``       are  you sure ?    Mr lord,  I really am only doing what you ask of me .. it feels cruel to take a gift for doing my job.   `` 
                                         :     @duskrhine 

ah, you don’t have to worry. all the other staff have gifts of their own as well,               ⋆  golden hues crinkled slightly at the edges, a gentle smile curving valentin’s lips. gloved hands press the box firmly into his butler’s hold with a careful but firm grip, making sure there’s no way he could give it back.  ⋆               besides, there’s nothing wrong with treating my dear butler every now and then, is there? especially when he’s working ever so diligently.

     ``   ...sir..    ``   he  spoke  softly,  taking  the  small box into his hands with widened eyes.  gifts were uncommon for him,  and if he were to receive them, he would almost always refuse --  undeserving of such things.       ``    you should know better than to buy me things ..  what will the others think?   they work hard too.   `` 
                                            :   @duskrhine 

@duskrhine   *   

       ``      they were not the best, I must admit.  perhaps i will refine the recipe and bake them for  tea?      `` 

scones? oh, but i find anything you talk about interesting.. if you happen to have the time in the future, would you make some for me? i’d love to try what you would’ve had when you were young.

/ spam me nowww i will spam back!!!! 

/ ITS BBGORL

⠀       ⠀◜ ᵒʳⁱᵍⁱⁿᵃˡ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ◞   ʰᵒⁿᵏᵃⁱ: ˢᵗᵃʳ ʳᵃⁱˡ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉᵈ  
                           he/him   .    intersex   .  [  ` vampire ` ] 
                             queer  !     .      mature themes apply  : 
                      (  self - deprecation / hatred, cannibalism 
                           religious trauma,  character death, 
                        torture, self-infliced harm/ destruction   )
                               BY KIRA         ||   feel free to drop ! 

⁰⁰³: 
                        "  vermin cannot resist their bloodlust. " 
            His saviour came in the form of a mysterious man, one who pulled him into his carriage in search of a new butler. He offered help;  protection from the church, and an alias.  He would absolve adali of his sentence, and in return?  adali would grant his utmost loyalty to the man.  he vowed to dedicate his life to serving the stranger,  doing anything necessary if it meant he would live longer.  he never could escape the roots of his ancestors that bleed into every cell in his being.  
                           "   vermin care only for survival.  " 
            ever since his offered hand,  adali had become the head butler of his master's  house.  he was in charge on most, if not all, aspects. his protection, his hygiene, his health.  all of it fell into his trusted hands.   he would never understand .. despite his vermin blood .. he was of importance in a house run by a mere human.  
                             "  vermin carry  intersexual biology.  "   
            Day and night, it was an uphill battle to surpress his bloodlust;  his need to feed upon flesh had him writhe in agony every night.   adali would force himself to ignore it, going against his cursed nature for the sake of his master and his peers.  no one could know what he was.  no one would ever be harmed by him. he would never put anyone in that position again.  he made that vow to himself the day his family died.  Adali would pretend to be human, burying  up the past that was so dangerously close to revealing itself.. 

⁰⁰² : 
                         "  vermin shall not see themselves.  " 
            He learned the rules.  Never leave the house during the day, never smile wide, never draw blood, never /bite/.   He grew up fearful and ashamed of himself and avoided the streets of his homeland like it was a deathsentence.  As he grew older, he learnt that the only means to survive was to starve his bloodlust and attain a certain normalcy. He wore large clothes to build his silhouette, giving the illusion of a shadow when he walked the day.  His teeth would be filed down regularly to hide his characteristics.  it never lasted long, but it was enough to keep him a secret.  
                              "   IN THE NAME OF ORDER  " 
            Of course, all it took was one small mistake.  simply forgetting his hat, one more drew the attention of the church who would find his home and his parents.   they went for his family first as he was forced to hide.   mother, father, sister, brother.  they all went through absurd trials.  covered in blood, drugged, and thrown into blessed rivers.  all to test whether their bodies were pure.  of course .. they would fail,  and one by one, every single one of his family members would perish that day in the flames upon a wooden stage. 
                              "  YOU WILL NOT TAKE OUR HOME   " 
            his parents' screams rang in his ears as he ran away,  the footsteps and hooves behind him beating as fast as his heart. he had to survive; live no matter what.  there was no one else to remember his precious family.  he could not afford to die like this, chased down and pulled apart.   

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