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The young mermaid made no distinction between the species, in her eyes they were all equally to blame, as well as distrustful. But for every “bad” guy, there was inevitably a good one thrown in amongst them.  And why was she in the vampire territory? Well, her best friend was one of them. The peppy brunette was on her way out, all aroused from the bath she had just given her friend. Her cheeks were flushed a soft pink shade, and she was sure her heartbeat was a little elevated. In her way stood a familiar vampire, someone she liked to tease and annoy. She let out a chuckle, stopping dead in her tracks, “Well you know me…I’m always working hard.” She winked playfully at him, “Or, well, I guess you don’t know that..But you could. Looks like you are hardly working.”

Cyril stared at her for a moment, his sly grin only getting slier. He continued to stay perched in his spot, taking note of the mixture of scents on her skin. The rosiness of her blood and the sweetness of her sweat was enough to know she had completed her job. The young vampire, in the sense of his afterlife, easily succumbed to his primitive desires, and his fangs were quite noticeable. “I fear for you if you think I should partner with you,” he replied truthfully, but the words rolled off his tongue like honey. He chuckled and shook his head. “Well, knight work is pretty mundane. Sometimes you stand here. Sometimes you stand there. Do you have a job for me to keep me from going mad looking at this same wall?”

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zach had known cyril for quite a few years now. in comparison to the 164 years he’d been on this earth, it was nothing, mere seconds, if anything. he felt as if he lost the concept of time the more years went by, but zach knew it might be time to check on the younger vampire. zach was happily the person who helped cyril with his bloodlust. some vampires may not care if they had control over it or not, although vampires were oppressed as it was for said bloodlust when it got out of hand. on another note, even if a vampire wanted to kill and drain the blood of others, it was all well and fine—even if, to zach, it wasn’t—as long as they did have control over it.

he made his way toward cyril’s home to pay him a visit, see how he was doing. ever since the wedding that he hadn’t attended, things have been rough with just about everyone. tensions were higher than ever. he saw cyril sitting under the great oak in his field and honestly, the guy looked absolutely miserable. zach scoffed at him as he drew closer. “don’t you talk to me in that tone of voice.” he said, teasing with a smile on his face. “that’s absolutely no way to greet me of all people. why’re you so snippy anyway?” he asked, though he had a hunch. zach quickly ducked near the shade of the oak tree, though still stood, looking down at cyril with crossed arms.

Cyril started for a moment, not expecting to hear Zach respond, and he turned with a silky smirk as the other vampire crouched underneath the dappling shade. He wondered if spilling his shame was any bit worth it. From what he had gathered from his lessons, feeding was completely natural for his breed, yet there was a difference between being natural and being a complete animal, and he wondered if Zach would understand why Cyril’s ego was bruised. Though Cyril had only a shred of his humanity left in him and he never thought twice about ending a life to keep his own, he was still very prideful of his outward appearance.

He casted his gaze back over his fields. The kids from his recent spawning had begun to play king-of-the-hill on a mound of dirt. “Forgive me, my lord,” he chuckled, the snide remark only a ghost on his tongue, “when you waste your time with beasts, I think you slowly adopt their ways.”

He kept quiet for a moment, though he knew playful bantering was not going to ease the ache in his teeth. “I had made a fool of myself, and thus I took on this personal vendetta on myself to make up for it. It has been nearing a week since I ate, and I won’t take it on the liberty to thin my herd because of it.”

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Flashback Friday photo of Alex in NYC (May 7, 2018, Met Gala).

Source/Thanks:  derekblasberg instagram (x):  “It’s Friday. Who’s feelin’ freaky? 👢.”

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As of late, if anyone wanted to find Mia, the best place to start the search would be among the woods. The estate and the castle did nothing to provide comfort and her brothers were so busy she felt guilty disturbing them. So she seeked nature. She found solace in the silence of the woods, a peace that came from total isolation of the many humans they were sworn to protect.  Wandering around in the woods was never a safe thing but Mia was already looking forward to changing, in her wolf form she could always find her way back home.

Before she could commit to the change she stumbled upon a pasture, she frowned. She didn’t think she had ventured that far away from her usual trials. She was ready to turn away before she heard an exasperated voice. Turning towards the source of the voice her eyes widen.  Her heart spiked, this was the first vampire she’s come across since that night. “I didn’t mean to disturb…I wasn’t aware you were here.” She swallowed her fear and held her head up high. 

Cyril stared for a moment, but the girl was strategically placed right before the sun. He huffed, propping himself further up on the oak, and turned back to watch his flock. He wondered then if he would make a good shepherd, but that was disgrace upon his lineage of knighthood. Well, despite the fact his lineage was of mediocre sword.

He assumed she would leave, to pad off back to her pack, but he didn’t need the breeze to carry her striking scent to notify she was still around. He casted a hand across his pasture, where the chickens had now joined in with plucking away at his land. “You entered my territory with a notion that I wouldn’t be here?”

He stood then, inhumanly quick, and crossed a healthy and safe boundary. His fangs poked at his bottom lip. “That’s...suspicious, to say the least.”

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Cyril leisurely leaned against one of the pillars in the entryway as a sly smile stretched at the corners of his lips. Making sure to keep his legs at an angle to make it almost impossible for anyone to pass through the door without stepping over him, he crossed his arms and lifted an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. With so much political chaos driving the proverbial sword in the hearts of many, he wondered why the mermaid ventured to the land of the vampires, especially when his people were a central point in the disarray. He made no attempt at courtesy, keeping his budding fangs visible as he eyed her with a knowing expression. “Working hard or hardly working?”

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As if it were some sort of personal hell, Cyril bit in his own tongue to get a taste of his own bitter medicine. He was still laying low, keeping to his flock, as he was ashamed of his behaviors at the wedding not too long ago. The battleground turned into a buffet, and like a scavenger to a carcass, Cyril had shamed himself by being the un-designated janitor of the blood that had been shed. Thus, in turn, he felt the need for penance and whisked away home to fast, but the memories of him lapping up the brutality of what was supposed to be a peaceful alliance sent shivers up his spine. How low could have been to dip to such a level?

He was sitting on the edge of his field underneath a great oak, overlooking his goats grazing in the pasture below, when he heard a soft noise to his right. Normally, he was more cordial in his greetings, but the mix of the sun and thirst had zapped him of any niceties, and he looked up at his visitor with a jaded, albeit quizzical look. “What?”

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The events at the wedding had really shaken Aerith, she had her doubts about the whole thing at the start. As immortals having a good relationship with the vampires sounded like a sensible thing to do -regardless of the choice of bride and any possible secret reasons as to why she was chosen- , and she truly didn’t held any ill conceptions on any of the species. And Aerith having lived for a while now had seen many things. That said it had been the first time she was at the center of it all and that the possibility of her people getting hurt was so big, and that did upset her.

Even she had gotten hurt even if it hand’t been anything serious, by now it was like nothing had happened to her. But by now she knew that there had been a few faeries that weren’t so lucky and she hurt for them. She had decided  then that a walk in the woods would help, being around nature had a way to calm her after all. But as she walked around she saw someone else there, she approached carefully as she knew people would be on edge. “Hello… you also wanted some time away from all?”

Something about the darkness and the woods was calming. In his human life, he avoided it if he could managed, and if he had to brave it, his sword was strapped tightly to his hip. But now, his fangs were his weapons, and he felt the power that he assumed so many of his kind felt. Despite his towering built, he was light on his feet, and the fallen leaves barely dented by his step. The dew on the grass and the earthiness of the bark was overpowering to his senses, and in actuality, he felt it to be calming. In public, all he could smell was blood, blood, blood, and it took everything in his power not to feed into his darker instincts.

He had placed his hand on one of the trees, taking note of the strange velvety roughness. Though it had been twenty years since his transformation, his human memories were still fresh, and he did he best to compare what he felt now than what he felt in his past. He had been in his own thoughts, breaking quickly from the tree and whirling around at the sound behind him. Her scent was strong and alluring, wafting past the aromatherapy of the forest that surrounded them, and once again, he felt dangerous. “Possibly, but I tend to find ways of solidarity without meaning to. I think it’s in my nature.”

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There were many stereotypes of vampires that Joel has learned over his long life. In recent centuries, he had seen the influx of vampire literature. He had heard about a story that, although he rejected the stereotype, did describe the majority of the vampires that he knows. However, Joel had never had the inclination to pick up and read the work of Bram Stoker. He had a preference of Carmilla and had stuck to his loyalties. But, there were some stereotypes, although no true, Joel did casually lean into. He definitely had a preference for walking out on sunny days with an umbrella to shield his face from the harsh sunlight. He had a penchant for darker clothes. However, he had a preference for silver jewelry over gold so there were some things that were outright wrong.

Yet it was because of the things he did that made him so obvious as a vampire as he would walk through the streets of Acrine. It was risky, advertising himself so clearly as a vampire in a town filled with werewolves and humans, but he had lived peacefully among them for decades now. He kept to his business, as fleeting as it was due to many people being afraid, but Joel was used to being left alone with books for long periods of time. “Excuse me.” He closed his umbrella away from the person that was standing in front of his bookshop. “I apologize, but you are in the way and I would like to open up for the day.”

The sun was a brand against the back of Cyril’s neck, however, he couldn’t count how many times he felt grateful that he did not lose his life in sun. Though he had become a bit more solitary with his years, however short they had been, he still managed to venture into unwelcomed territory with notion that he was an enemy. The crest on his chest were enough to symbolize his side and he didn’t need to rely on his newly heightened senses to know he was the eptiomal target for anything other than his own kind...and even then.

Yet, somehow he found himself standing in front of a bookstore, one that reeked of his own, and he was glancing between titles without really reading them. He was not much of a reader in his human life, but now that he had unwavering time, as his true death was only just a pitter of a dream, he wondered if he should start. 

He heard rustling and a voice to his side, and he turned quickly. The movement wasn’t due to being startled. He simply had lost most of his control with his reflexes, and only age would make his movement subtle once again. “No, I should be the one apologizing.”

He took a quick, rapid step back. “I was only curious to see what you offered.”

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&&. rumor has it that ( cyril rosier ) was just spotted in the forbidden kingdom. ( he ) is/are a/an ( 62 - appears to be 42 ) year old ( vampire ) known to be a ( commoner ). many have said ( he ) resembles ( alexander skarsgard ). ( he ) has/have been said to be ( errant and boastful ) but also quite ( loyal and intelligent ). ( he ) is/are currently serving as ( a knight ). 

overview

full name: sir cyril warren rosier age: 62 - turned at 42 species: vampire birthday: nov. 11 - scorpio sexuality: bisexual married: formerly, has been estranged since his transformation children: two, estranged since his transformation occupation: kings guard // knight capital: commoner, but owns land and livestock

biography

sir cyril was the only male born to a dairy maid and a unaccomplished knight. nevertheless, his lineage was enough for him to become a squire to his father, and eventually work his way up the proverbial horse to his own knighting. though, like father, like son. seemingly, his only accomplishment as a human knight was to be part of the royal guard, but rankings kept him at a lowly stature and an even lowlier coin purse.

yet, he managed to find a pretty wife, whose dowry brought a few chickens and goats, and she bore him two pretty children. day by day was subtle and boring, but he enjoyed his patrol route atop his brown and white steed. despite being protecting his lands from much physically stronger foes, everything tended to remain calm.

but, life has a way of breaking, and during one of his nightly patrols, cyril was ambushed by a rogue vampire. he awoke in one of the neighboring lands, a new vampire. now deemed a traitor, cyril rejoined the royal guard for the vampires, shedding away his past human life.

headcanons

* cyril is basically in “vampire puberty”; he knows how to control himself for the most part, but anything feeding, fighting, or fucking is a quick way to dishonor that knightly code he tries so hard to keep maintained. * his favorite “favor” of blood is AB+. * he is knows as “the knight of blood and roses” for his weird need to place a rose on those he kills in battle but deems them worthy opponents (yes, that means he keeps roses on hand). * he still farms for fun, though it’s not really necessary

wanted connections

* always friends, lovers, and foes * his children (most likely human, but if you want to be his child and a vamp i wouldn’t say no!) * his sire (this is his main goal/connection!)

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Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov Chapter 4: A Hymn and a Secret (1880)

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Knight in Spring (Mirjam Löfgren)

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Alexander Skarsgård as Vernon Slone | Hold the Dark (2018)