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𝔸𝕝𝕦𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕋𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕤
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  ❝It wasn't always the ʜᴇʀᴏ who saved the world... it was the person most willing to ᴅɪᴇ first.❞ || Alucard Tepes • Castlevania • 21+ • Indie • Selective || 
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goldnosferatu · 5 years ago
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by  Dong Jianhua
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goldnosferatu · 5 years ago
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goldnosferatu · 5 years ago
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ladyxamalthea‌:
The not so distant shrieks of wolves being torn apart and skewered echo through the misty forest, the trees groan as if to mock the beasts as they perish. The fog stirs and shifts around the earth below, curling around the broad trunk of the tree Amalthea found purchase in. Her hands clutch two branches, bloody and white knuckled and her feet are precariously balanced on a tapering, half-foot wide limb. The folds of her dress whisper and flutter in the wind, taunting the wild-eyed wolves slithering below.
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They growl and snap their jaws, sometimes lunging upwards to try and find purchase to pursue their shining prey. But whether by blind luck or the tree’s own unbidden love for the woman, they do not come close. Amalthea gazed down upon the monsters balefully, “You would find better luck chasing rabbits and rats.” A cold remark answered by a chorus of snarls, spittle flying from their teeth and their eyes blazing like newly stoked coals.
“Leave, while you still draw breath. Go back to your Master’s feet and grovel, or stay until you starve.” Her fear had ebbed away at this point, though it lurked in the shadows of her mind, that instinctual sense all creatures held to preserve themselves. She shifted her grip, smearing blood on obsidian bark with a scowl. But the beasts remain, lying in wait for a chance to overcome their prey.
Moments pass. When Amalthea shifts her weight, the branch beneath her cracks and she feels a rush of panic. She murmurs sweet nothings to her half-dead perch, reaching for a sturdier hold and daring to hope what little remains of her ancient magic keeps her safe.
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          The road is filled with the horrible stench of death; corrupt blood oozing into the ground. A shade drifts through the mist as it swirls up to kiss at his boots. The sight is unnerving; his sword glinting WET and RED in the scattered rays of moon that breach the thick canopy of old branches. The undead growls. A low and feral sound in his throat that vibrates through his rows of pointed teeth. Like the wicked edges of a saw, seeking flesh to hack.
          The beasts circling the perch of the wandering fae are abruptly distracted by the growl; as if they could understand the meaning behind that sound. The threat. The promise of death that they lunge forward to meet.
          Alucard is no less graceful in the tangle of roots. If anything? He uses the forest to his advantage. He ducks around old trees, using their trunks to block snapping jaws and letting their claws rend into the bark. Until he can draw his energy together— and he steps through the shadows themselves. His frame wisps of black and gold that swirl up the length of an aged pine before he reforms at the top and leaps off the height. The downward momentum brings his sword with all two hundred pounds of weight atop of it. The blade cracks the skull of one beast; burrowing into the brain and spilling its matter upon the earth.
          The second beast catches him by surprise; knocking him off and into the dirt. There’s a roar of pain; but who it comes from is hard to tell. Alucard ignores the searing pain from the teeth clamping through his shoulder; and with his other arm? He thrusts his hand up into the soft belly; fingers more like the talons of a beast. He ignores the viscera that spills down over him as he clamps his claws around a beating heart. He squeezes until the beast releases his shoulder to roar in agony. Then there is a sickening SQUELCH when he braces a foot against the creature and kicks it off him. 
          The heart is still in his hand, beating a wicked song to taunt him. His eyes are red as the moon above when he drops the cursed organ to the ground. It rolls away into the moonlight, where it starts to smolder and turn to ash. “See you in hell.” The Prince promises, breath hissing through his teeth as he pushes himself to his feet. His sword seems to yank itself free of a corpse on its own and floats over to its master.
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          “Are you well?” He calls to the canopy, ignoring his own wounds. The red is quickly fading from his eyes-- leaving them orange and aglow like firelight in the dark.
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goldnosferatu · 5 years ago
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Alucaardd
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goldnosferatu · 5 years ago
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‘mommy you look so pretty!’
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//… i want to place flowers in her mane, gorgeous!
momma always loves flowers
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goldnosferatu · 5 years ago
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They each had their secret sorrows and knowledge weighing upon their shoulders. She did not know of the blood that soaked the soil all in the name of love and likewise, he had never faced a beast as red as blood and so vast it consumed the horizon. Contrarily alike and different, a curious combination of wanderers that traveled the despairing country of Wallachia.
Amalthea tucked her hands behind her back as she walked, strands of snow-white hair rippling like a waterfall over delicate shoulders. Dark eyes considered the man’s profile, expression unreadable in the wake of cynicism dripping from his words. “I will face them, all the same.” She said after a pregnant pause, her melodic voice even and docile as ever. He might see it as foolish or naive and perhaps it was but the poise of her body, the sureness of her stride; not fearless, simply expectant.
The fog whirls and clings to them as it thickened, slick and moist like the fingers of the drowned clawing at their flesh. The air tastes sour on her tongue as Amalthea gazes upon the silouhette of the castle, twisted spires reminding her of Haggard’s Fortress perched at a precipice above the tumultuous sea. There was a crimson tint to the horizon and her heart picked up in tempo. Half expecting the blazing Red Bull to burst forth and trample her in its raving ignorance.
She blinked away the phantasm, hearing the cry of wolves in a song that promised bloodshed. Coming to a halt on the wide path, quieting her breathing to better hear the howls of the approaching pack. A flash, the gleam of steel and she considers the floating sword. A sorcerer? There was little time to puzzle or query, “There are six,” Amalthea tells him instead, half turning in the direction that the beasts advanced from.
Having no means to defend herself, for she was no longer a beast of light and wind, Amalthea lifted the hem of her skirts off the ground and retreated several meters behind Alucard. The shine of eyes and the slavering jaws of great wolves take only moments to appear, half a dozen monsters materializing at the edge of the road. There is no hesitation; four lunge for Alucard and two break off towards the ivory-haired maiden.
Like cold fire, fear consumes Amalthea and clutching her lavender dress, bolts into the forest. Swift and shining, hair trailing behind her like a comet’s radiant tail. The beasts pace behind the racing star, darkness seeking to consume the light in stained fangs and blood-hungry gullets. Bounding over roots and logs and over stones with all the grace of a nymph but as she is not quite fast enough, she can feel the rancid breath of the predators at her heels.
A desperate leap to reach a low hanging branch, bark scraping soft flesh to draw blood as she used her momentum to haul herself into a tree. Breathing quick and labored from the heady influence of adrenaline; the snarl of a wolf, jaws shredding through a portion of her dress. A sickening crack as a branch broke and from the maiden’s ascent, higher into the spindly limbs until the demonic beasts were left to circle menacingly below.  
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          There are six-- and while he can FEEL their corrupted souls brushing against the zone of his awareness? How SHE knows that earns a curious glance over his shoulder. Unfortunately? There is no time to question this strange ethereal woman. The creatures are not polite enough to wait for civilized conversation. They emerge from the swirling mist with wild eyes and hellish teeth. Gaze like twin pools of fire piercing the gloom and coats as dark as ash. It leaves their eyes to almost float in the shadows as they prowl forward. He does not wait for them to surround him-- too fleet of foot as he dashes forward into the fray. “You will not survive this encounter.” He intones darkly, Romanian ascent rasping off his tongue in harsh syllables as he taunts his enemies.
            His sword conducts a symphony around him; each twist of his body like a graceful dancer. The worn path becomes his stage, delicate steps on thin heels so unearthly in their strength and speed. He does a wonderful job of dodging their jaws as his sword parry their claws; until one slips in past his guard. He catches their maw at the last second. His fingers digging into their gums and slipping around their teeth for purchase. Its drives him back in the dirt; boots grinding into the rocks as he holds against it’s strength. There is a SNARL from him as he makes eye contact; holding the gaze with the beast for a second-- letting it BEHOLD him before he YANKS. There is a horrible shriek as it’s jaws are unhinging the joints and he tears away it’s mandible from the upper half of it’s head. Hot, burning fluid SPILLS out to drench the ground as the creature staggers back-- and his sword pierces through it’s heart from behind. 
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            The undead prince bares his teeth at his opponents, one kick sending the beast crumbling to a smoldering heap in the road as he turned to size up the next target. His blade dripping RED as it yanked free and rose up to position at his side. Alucard has at this point taken noticed his companion has fled-- but he can not track her immediately. Too busy side stepping around the next monster and sinking his bloody fingers into their fur. He uses the momentum of the creature to pull him along, hopping upwards on it’s back and THRUSTING his sword downward into the spine. He pulls backwards then; cleaving the creature’s back in half as he springboards off the pelvis. His cape bellows in the air around him as he goes. Like demonic wings accented by the halo of gold curls that flounce after him in his crimson orchestra. 
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goldnosferatu · 5 years ago
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The road runs far into the mist and where once it’s winding path might’ve been intimidating, now it was familiar and she did not mind the hard packed soil beneath her feet. She walks just as quietly as he does, though the rustling of her dress from her stride and the wind are distinct in the night. They walk adjacent to one another, with the man’s chilled aura mingling with her cool, moonlit radiance.
A tale of a Dark Lord whom raised dreadful armies out of heartbreak is a notion almost touching to the wanderer. One of her pale hands comes to rest over her heart, even if she does catch the tension that ripples over her companion’s body. “Love is a tenuous bond, forged stronger than man’s iron but fragile all the same. It is terrible this Lord turned his suffering upon others.” She speaks as if from experience and that is partially true. Had not King Haggard, robbed of his joy from the sight of her kind, turned his anguish upon himself and his people?
Thoughts of a fairytale long ended roll like stormclouds through her mind and the further mention of a Dead Sea summons memories of a blazing crimson beast with white eyes and savage horns. Fear and triumph, driving the monster into the ocean; is this Dead Sea where he ended up? “Where this road might lead, whether it be to the Dead Sea or other desolate places, I do not care. A place far from the dreams and memories that haunt me, that is my destination.”
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      She has no idea just how terrible it was. Not truly, and how could she? While he did not argue she knew suffering, that much was evident on her fair features upon meeting her... he did not think she knew this kind of anguish. Of a lord who spilled his grief upon the land in river of blood. Or at the very least, he prayed she did not truly know. It was easier to believe those things were a secluded curse of this province. Something he could contain and keep from spilling to the outside world. He needed that control, or else, what was his purpose?       “Careful. You may just find there are worse things on the paths you walk.” The creature says, so very cynical and pessimistic. So grim. A kin almost the murky gloom of the land he patrolled. Even as the road they walked widened, and the trees pulled away from their sides. The fog thickened; and there in the distance a castle floated in the bleak backdrop. It’s rising spires penetrating the heavy clouds and seeming to lead a path to the moon and stars above. Even they looked tarnished in this landscape. The celestial bodies washed in hues of red.       A distant howl broke the somber silence that settled, lonely and eerie as it whistled through the trees. Alucard swept his eyes around their position, and the slow hiss of metal rang out as he plucked his blade from its sheath without touching it. The weapon floated, as if by a mind and power of its own. The dim light glinting along its silver edge. “The welcoming party arrives. Stay behind me,” he whispered, the baritone of it rasping along sharp teeth. Crimson eyes slowly peered through the fog, like rubies caught in the wind— but gem stones did not growl and pant. They did not bring the stench of death with them.
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goldnosferatu · 5 years ago
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Sorry I didn’t do any replies here today-- but I did finalize some of my verses for Alucard, which, is the next best thing really. Check them out if you’re looking for something fun. I might add more later. 
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goldnosferatu · 5 years ago
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I Miss u sir
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goldnosferatu · 5 years ago
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There is a glimpse of confusion in her expression when turmoil consumes his gaze and for a moment, even his face. What had he suffered in his past? Many humans she came across did not have such sorrow or regret in them, surely they would burst to contain such an amount. But her curiosities are pushed aside in the wake of his voice touching her ears yet again. Her face is solemn again and those dark eyes hold shadows of a forest long abandoned.
“Why is this land accursed?” Amalthea asks, thinking back to the desolate valleys that had been King Haggard’s domain. The crumbling castle above the sea. A town prosperous but the land gray and dead. She had not touched that territory for almost a century now.
A few moments pass for the lilac wanderer to consider why she was there. In the murk of the night, her presence is an eerie haze and there is a glimmer of light at her brow. Whispy white bangs hid a mark that was distinctly magical in its nature.
“I seek the world’s edge or what might lay beyond it. Perhaps to cross the domain of Celaeno, the harpy. Or chance upon the ocean where the Red Bull hides.”
Her voice does not tremble but it is frail, as if the places or creatures she seek are simply a means to an end.
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     The dead have quiet steps, but his are dainty as they advance along the lonely road. He makes no noise at all, actually, unless he’s talking. His breaths are a rare event, and when they do occur? They’re shallow, barely a ripple across his frame. But he does not need to be heard, to be felt. His presence alone empty, chilled like the night air that presses in around them. His golden eyes flicker at her question, sharp teeth briefly visible against his pale lips as he sighs.       “There is a Dark Lord whom rules these lands, his heart broken and blackened in the loss of his love. His armies are born from his hatred of those who dared to take her from him-- spawns of the underworld who are eager to do his bidding.” Alucard allows, fingers TIGHTENING around the pommel of his sword. The impressive length of it is sheathed against his side, the edge railing behind like the mocking tail of a dragon. 
      At the answer to his question? He releases his tension and focuses instead on the soft thrill of her voice. These are not places he knows or has heard of. It’s a curious thought, these things. “There is an ocean to the far west, north west if I am to remember correctly. It is called the Dead Sea. Nothing there is able to live in it’s red waters.” He ventures, white lashes fluttering closed as he thought. “It is a months walk there, I would think. However, if it is the sea beyond even that you seek? It would take you years to reach that ocean from here.” 
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goldnosferatu · 5 years ago
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✧・゚: * Cᴀʀᴏʟᴇ & Tᴜᴇsᴅᴀʏ Lʏʀɪᴄs Sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs
ALL I WANT
❝  Everybody’s always looking at me from afar. ❞
❝  I can’t help it. ❞
❝  I was always meant to be a star. ❞
❝  They wanna be with me or just wanna be me. ❞
❝  I could have them all. ❞
❝  The one I desire is the one that just doesn’t care. ❞
❝  It’s not fair. ❞
❝  All I want is you now. ❞
❝  You’re the only one that passes by. ❞
❝  I wish that I could read your mind. ❞
❝  Why won’t you kiss me? ❞
❝  It’s really so easy. ❞
❝  It’s like you don’t see me at all. ❞
❝  Why won’t you love me? ❞
❝  I know that I’m worthy. ❞
❝  Right now you make me feel small. ❞
❝  Every second that I’m thinking ‘bout you is a dream. ❞
❝  I remember you couldn’t care less. ❞
❝  It makes me wanna scream. ❞
❝  I’ll keep my composure and act like I’m over it. ❞
❝  On the inside I just wanna cry and cry. ❞
❝  It’s not right. ❞ 
LOVE YOURSELF
❝  I never felt at ease in my own skin. ❞ 
❝  When I was a young boy/girl I didn’t know myself then. ❞
❝  Now I know that nothing’s wrong with my heart. ❞
❝  Nothing’s wrong with my head. ❞
❝  Nothing’s wrong with the way I walk. ❞
❝  I heard people talking. ❞ 
❝  I am perfect naturally. ❞
❝  I’ll bet any money no one else could love me quite like me. ❞
❝  Now I feel this way. ❞
❝  I’m who I am, nobody else. ❞
❝  Fill the world with love. ❞
❝  That’s all I wanna tell you. ❞
❝  Sleepless nights, remembering white lies. ❞
❝  Can you see the truth? ❞
❝  Nothing’s wrong with your heart. ❞
❝  Nothing’s wrong with your head. ❞
❝  Nothing’s wrong with the way I laugh. ❞
❝  You are perfect naturally. ❞
❝  Embrace your new reality. ❞
❝  No one else could love you quite like you. ❞
❝  Now you feel this way. ❞
❝  You’re who you are nobody else. ❞
❝  You fill the world with love. ❞ 
LOST MY WAY
❝  That doesn’t hold me down. ❞ 
❝  It’s a message from the spirits whispering in the wind. ❞
❝  Please lower down your crying. ❞
❝  Keep the paper lantern lit. ❞
❝  It’s okay, you are so strong. ❞
❝  The broken pieces still belong. ❞
❝  I lost my way when you lost my love. ❞
❝  I lost my way when you stole my heart. ❞
❝  Late at night I wander on the streets alone. ❞
❝  That’s when I come alive. ❞
❝  Feel like I’m back home. ❞
❝  When I’m the only one my shadow is unknown. ❞
❝  Don’t call me lonely. ❞
❝  I’m strong on my own. ❞
❝  Don’t call me pretty. ❞
❝  I found my way back. ❞
❝  I learned to love me. ❞ 
LIGHT A FIRE
❝  You’re tied around my wrist. ❞ 
❝  All I ever wanted was this. ❞
❝  Always seem to lose these fights. ❞
❝  Building on my thoughts like bricks. ❞
❝  Nothing in my blood says quit. ❞
❝  I’m all by myself in darkness. ❞
❝  I hear my heart beating the hardest. ❞
❝  I was born to break these chains. ❞
❝  Like a spark before the flames, watch me light a fire in my soul. ❞
❝  I can feel it in my bones. ❞
❝  Watch me light a fire. ❞
❝  Battle scars, lead me through the night like stars. ❞
❝  I’ll be standing on the edge of greatness. ❞ 
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goldnosferatu · 5 years ago
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poetry sentences . // meme .
a collection of sentences pulled out from this blog. it contains a lot of various topics. trigger warnings apply , just in case. smaller adjustments have been made with permission from the author in order to make proper sentences.
“ the touch you left is burning through my skin.”
“ oxygen poured into my wounds and set fire to the rest of my body. ”
“ the soothing breeze only made it worse. ”
“ i let the wind hug me in hopes that it would wash away the touch you left. ”
“ i can’t let you go. ”
“ your touch is crawling up my throat. ”
“ i kiss the wind in order to remember. ”
“ my sad is not beautiful. ”
“ my sad is not beautiful, because it’s dangerous. ”
“ i dare to say that my sad is not beautiful. ”
“ get out, get out and walk away. ”
“ the artist on the other end won’t let me go. ”
“ drench me in roses, put me on a cloud like michelangelo. ”
“ coal spread in my veins like sulfur; toxic. ”
“ not once did i say it was. ”
“ you don’t love him ”
“ when you do you don’t feel so hollow anymore ”
“ you don’t love him, but you make a world out of him ”
“ you imagine what it feels like, being in love ”
“ love is supposed to be good ”
“ he makes you feel good, isn’t that love then? ”
“ how come you can’t stop the rapture of your arteries, or the shredding of your heart’s chambers? ”
“ why did you make him to be a world you could step on? ”
“ you can’t climb those, because you never managed to conquer him. ”
“ what world do you live in ”
“ love, you call it, and love you make it. ”
“ you don’t love him, but you know you’d like to try. ”
“ even if his love is a poison, you’d happily die trying. ”
“ breathe into me. ”
“ your scorching breath is my doomsday, salvation and reawakening all at once ”
“ your lungs are bouquets brimming to their edges with colors ”
“ press your lips against my chest ”
“ let your tongue trick me open ”
“ i fear my own suffocation ”
“ kiss me so i can feel alive again ”
“ there’s a strange hole in my chest. ”
“ god, what i’d give to run my hands by that hair again ”
“ yet you keep pouring ”
“ you are not shallow water, you are quicksand ”
“ you are not he shark, you are the ocean beneath threatening to drown it ”
“ you’re a gap in my chest ”
“ it spreads like cancer and your gaze is the chemo killing me ”
“ i dare to call you an antidote ”
“ i want to remain weak ”
“ eat me alive… i am yours ”
“  i count the wounds left behind from your claws “
“  i, too, am a martyr ”
“  not for the people – for myself and the heart i once let you embrace and care for “
“  mistakes are spilled and spelled all over my skin ”
“ you are death on two legs, nothing more than another case of Bad touch and Sensible warnings; vinegar on my tongue”
“ back off and learn your lesson “
“ smile, lover, you are a burning star “
“ i let myself decay in the hellfire flames “
“  what good is heaven, when all i want is hell “
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   ❥       𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 : 𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.                 ↳ for fun send ‘♥’ for one chosen at random & switch muse places as wanted.
1. your muse carries / helps mine to bed 2. your muse falls asleep on mine 3. my muse gives yours a piggy back ride 4. my muse takes care of yours while sick 5. your muse visits mine in the hospital 6. my muse reads to your muse 7. your muse cooks for mine 8. my muse comforts yours while they’re crying 9. my muse gives up their coat in the cold 10. your muse brings mine their favorite drink/food 11. your muse tries to make mine laugh 12. my muse brings your muse a gift 13. my muse washes your muse’s hair 14. your muse kisses mine on the forehead 15. your muse gives mine a back / shoulder massage 16. my muse rubs your muses feet / legs 17. my muse comforts yours after a nightmare 18. your muse surprises mine by doing all their house chores 19. your muse brings groceries 20. my muse cuddles up to yours in their sleep 21. our muses watch a movie together 22. our muses hold hands somewhere beautiful 23. our muses take a warm bath together 24. our muses travel to a new place together 25. our muses get stuck at the top of the ferris wheel together
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[ hidden ] your muse having sex with mine somewhere semi-public.
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It had started with a lingering touch. The cool of his hand on her bare shoulder and the ticklish graze of long nails over porcelain skin. She would tentatively touch him in turn or hold his hand, at first hesitant and uncertain but it eventually became second nature to want to be near, to fold her willowy frame against him whenever they rested by the warm glow of a campfire. The aching loneliness ebbed away and the weight of grief no longer crushed her chest every morning after a night spent dreaming about lost friends and lost love.
Now her thoughts and her dreams were occupied by the handsome visage of Alucard and she was almost fearful of how his presence soothed the cracks in her heart. Not that Amalthea had the courage to voice these thoughts but she conveyed them with her actions. The subtle tremble of her hands or how she timidly withdrew every so often, only to be calmed when he offered a reassuring word or clasped her hands in his own and pulled her near.
How things progressed to the point they were clasped tight in each other’s arms, Amalthea did not care to consider for longer than a moment. She had initially dozed off against his chest and roused to being curled in his lap, her head resting on his collarbone. Idly roaming hands paused and their eyes met; amber-orange on midnight blue and she had never been so possessed by the need to be closer so fiercely until that moment. Perhaps it had always been present but too cautious to make itself known until that hour. The dying embers of a fire at her back and the glow of the half-moon their only light in the night.
Neither could say whom kissed whom first but it was a tender touch of lips, a caress of halting fingers and the shiver of new emotions over ivory skin. Well, maybe not wholly new but blossomed from a mutual bond as the pair roamed through Time’s everlasting currents. Doubts and regrets that had plagued Amalthea became still and silent, the broken pieces mended with her fondness cultivated for the golden-haired vampire. She kissed him with a thriving confidence, even if her hands were still cautious in their wandering over Alucard’s torso, beneath the loose fabric of his shirt and causing the heavy coat draped around his shoulders to slip down and away.
The night waned, the road was dusty and lonely and the fire was only coals. There was only the two wanderers beneath the gnarled branches of an old tree. Not once did Amalthea feel winter’s cold bite on her flesh, even as the lavender satin and silk is gently pulled away and pools around her waist. She is just as pale as he is, all except for the faintest pink blush over her chest and cheeks as blood flowed hot through her veins. The touch of his lips along her throat, the skim of his teeth and nails bring goosebumps in their wake and muted, melodious keens from her.
She gingerly tugs and loosens ties, hesitating long enough for the haze that snared them to momentarily dissipate. Shaking with want fueled by adrenaline, their eyes meet again in an unspoken question. But Amalthea never does anything by halves. She leans in to steal any words that wait on his tongue. Alucard folds one arm around her slighter figure and all but crushes her to his chest.
They twine together and drink each other’s passion like wine, ebbing in and out of urgency until the moon was dipping below the treeline. Pallid skin laced with faint threads of scratches and budding bruises from where teeth pressed down just hard enough to leave indents but never pierce.
Alucard pulls his heavy coat from where it had been discarded and enfolds it around her to keep the season’s cold at bay. Untangled but still pressed together, the pair lounge in the witching hours until dawn begins to chase away the night.
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The wind carried mournful whispers from the folds of her gown, lavender cloth fluttering against her legs with the hem tattered and dirtied from the unforgiving road she had traveled. Having passed through the current of Time, she still felt no fatigue or exhaustion and her hair was free of burs or tangles. Like a ghost seeking the far Underworld Gates. Old sorrows and burdens weigh Amalthea’s heart down and though her expression lacks any glimpse of emotion, her eyes tell everything.
“It is where I belong.” Another mild remark, for gloom is all she saw in the wake of Lir’s death. Mortal lives were too short. Hers was too long. There was no middle ground and too many regrets. If she was to fade while wandering, then so be it. If she was to simply keep existing, an empty shell, then so be it.
Weary eyes scrutinize the stranger’s face when he firmly insists her death would not be upon the dirt there. And would instead impose his company upon her. Her thoughts glance back to a wily, eternally young mage and his desire to accompany her. A bittersweet memory. “I doubt I could prevent you even if I wanted.” She concedes without a hint of a fight and strides forward. Past the man, into the fog that awaited them both.
“Why do you walk this road?”
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        Oh he knows those eyes. He’s saw them reflected back in every mirror for eons. A mournful void that was all encompassing. All consuming. A breath hesitates on his tongue, once elegant words caught and mangled with the memories of lost that swelled up. As he twists his lithe frame around, those blonde curls flutter about him like a dramatic cape that bellowed in his wake. His steps are barely audible over the dirt as he falls into her shadow and swallows thickly.
       “Likely not,” Alucard remarks, the tone rough with emotions he’s pushing away. A cleansing breath steadies his heart, and he looks up through pale lashes to consider the sky above. Its murky dark swirling with clouds that played along the moon and threaded fingers through the light. “I patrol this accursed land to ensure it’s fiends never spill past the borders.”
       “May I ask, why do you head into Walachia?”
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goldnosferatu · 5 years ago
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So being a side blog lasted... two days before I got frustrated with the limitations and ported myself over here. Hello, yes. I am a fickle beast. This makes me more comfy. So greetings and apologies for the confusion. 
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goldnosferatu · 5 years ago
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❝For I was sure of one thing,                        it wasn’t always the 𝐻𝐸𝑅𝒪 who saved the world....                                                             it was the person most willing to 𝒟𝐼𝐸 first.❞
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