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His summation of their pretentious ways brought a bigger smile to her face, but he didn’t seem done so she didn’t yet interject. Ana had grown accustomed to that look of deep contemplation on his rough face; more than that, she had grown to admire it and the mind beneath toiling away. What a stark difference there was between them and her attempts at getting him to relax were doing little but to highlight this. He was still tormented by his past, by his burning need for answers. She had packed her’s away and left it to rot, because it was of no use to her when all she needed was in the present. It wasn’t the same, though. Ana knew that. As Helsing finally sank into the waters, she drifted over to be at his side. It seemed to be her favored spot. Aware that she was nude, however, she left a gap of a foot or so, more for his comfort than her own. “We don’t exist in a vacuum. Vampires still need jobs to afford rent and food, for themselves or their families. These networks create jobs. We didn’t create capitalism, we’re just forced to abide by it until we reach Utopia.” She laid her head on her arm at the pool’s edge, humming at the now muted soap opera returning to air. “As for the differences between finite and infinite…  That’s easy enough to parse. You and I, we are infinite. At least our bodies are, until the universe has enough of our nonsense and puts a stop to it. Our minds, on the other hand, that is finite. After seven hundred years, I can’t remember my parents’ names or my daughter’s face. I don’t remember the wedding for my husband and I, four hundred years ago. If it weren’t for photos and my journals, I wouldn’t remember the children I foster. The people I love most dearly- except my husband, I’m still waiting for someone to stake him- gone in the blink of an eye, because of finite memories.” “Its… sad, but its also freeing. The guilt would consume me otherwise.”

“Do you not long after the memories that you’ve lost? Are you not concerned with what has brought you here? I still tell myself, every time I wake up from those flooding dreams of lives I’ve forgotten that I’m still human.” 

He laughs somewhat to himself and sinks deeper into the water. He sinks deep enough to where the water floods over his shoulders, stopping a few inches under his chin. A deep sigh is forced causing the water to ripple. 

“It’s sicking feeling, trying to grasp I’m not human.”

Watch me crash and burn...

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Glee illuminated her fine features seeing exactly the reaction she had been angling for. His affront was a delight and it glimmered in her dark eyes, the very edges of which were still blood red from her most recent feed. It was only that he grabbed her in such a way that put her on pause.  The amusement faded, her body fell still, and she fixed her gaze squarely on him as if she were awaiting a command. No, as if she depended on him for some command, because he is all that exists in that moment. Hitting the ground re-calibrated her skewed brain wiring at last. She landed with a loud, “HAH!” followed by strings of mad giggling and the return of her almost comedically overjoyed expression. The snapping of his belt was met with giddy applause and his approach had her scrambling to her knees to inch closer. “Oh, I love a good torture, Daddy,” she cooed up to him, raising her hands upwards as if she were making an offering. Such little, frail looking hands that, in the span of a blink, were then latched to Helsing’s jaw in such a vice-like fashion that it felt she could pulverize his jaw to dust. Her porcelain doll appearance, fine clothes, the crazed act, they were all a well calibrated performance to lure Slayers closer to her. Just like this. Ana drew his face to her own, flat black eyes studying all the features of his rugged face with a sort of admiration for all those little lines and scars. A pink heat rose to her cheeks. “I already told you, Daddy, Dearest, I’m not in the business of knowing. Its not my place.” Her smile softened and she got even closer. Seems she couldn’t resist the same thought he’d had, and she placed a tender kiss to his bottom lip while she still could. Surely he would learn not to fall for this again. “As for the other,” she spoke so closely that her lips fluttered against his, “I don’t apologize.” Helsing was giving a swift shove the moment she released him, worried he may try to bite her in retaliation.

“Bullshit,” he spits grabbing her wrist. “A Queen of vile bloodsuckers and you don’t know a single thing? I had to fight off hundreds of your men just to get you here in this hovel.” 

He jerks her back to him forgetting the belt gripped tightly in his other hand. 

“They don’t just keep you around because you are such a pretty face. You know things. You are nothing but an asset, a tool, but I know you’re the fucking key to getting what I want. You will answer me. If you try to lay claim to not knowing anything again I, I’m sure they’re looking for you. If I give them a glimpse of their precocious queen beaten and bruised. Soiled. So tell me, stubborn girl, where is Count Vlad Dracula?”

Dance With The Dragon || AU

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So I’m working on replies and queuing them up so they’ll spit out while I’m at work today. And sorry for slipping away like I did, super lame of me. Anyways I go into work in about two ish hours sooo... I’m here till then. (tho I might leave for a second to go grab food)

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another sleepless night? there’s just too much on my mind

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D’Ablo’s fingers tighten around the keys so the jagged edge cuts into his palm. His hand shakes violently – out of anger or fear, he doesn’t know but please don’t go for your stake, I don’t want to die. Then when’s he going to come? It could be years … don’t you know what this means for me?

Because you might not have a literal stake pressed to my chest right now, but it’s always there. Of course I’m scared. I don’t want to die. And your goddamn … I didn’t get a choice. I either bring one of my kind to death or I die. I don’t even know if you’ll kill me after you get what you want. I don’t know if you’re telling the truth or if you’re fucking delusional – and right now I’m leaning towards delusional.

And, hell. D’Ablo doesn’t need a therapist to tell him he’s using sarcasm and insults as a defense mechanism. He’d studied psychology. But he’s fucking terrified of waking up one night with a stake bearing down on him, Helsing’s face behind it.

And, God, I hate speaking in metaphors, but if you’re going to insist on this ‘clipped wings’ shit: a bird whose wings have been cut off still dreams of flying. So why are you even surprised?

He almost flinches when Helsing gets close, but now his fear has almost entirely given over to anger. No. But I can hurt you. I can still side with him. I can stab you in the back and there isn’t shit you can do about it except killing me now but you need me. I’m the best thing that’s happened to you in this hunt and you’re not going to throw me away now. I’m it. I’m the perfect key and you can’t afford to waste time finding a new one.

All of D’Ablo’s words bore into Helsing. They dig and snap at him mercilessly. His hand curls into a fist and before he can manage to get out response he’s already in the man’s face. He grabs the other but his shirt jerking him to his face. 

Still no words come out. 

With a shove Helsing throws the other against the closest wall. He’s quick to pin the vampire there. No words. His hand still finds itself tightly clenched. That fist soon smashes down on D’Ablo’s jaw  sending him to the ground. 

“So,” he spits out, “are you saying a should chain you up? Keep and torture you when I see fit. Because that can easily be arranged.”

Something about cocky vampires reminds me of spring.

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Helsing huffs then snaps, “I didn’t call myself heroic just said it was habit. You’re talented. Sorry for the blatant complement. I’m not interested in anything.” 

He starts walking away from the woman but feels the ping in his chest. Not of ping of guilt or sorrow. It’s the kind of ping you get when you can feel something looming behind you. He can feel her about to call back to him, feel her about to nag more. So he calls back. 

“If you want buy you dinner you better follow me. If not, goodbye.” 

I normally don’t do this...

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A shiver crawls up his spine at Helsing’s intense stare – it’s too sudden, and he doesn’t know what the man is thinking – but D’Ablo doesn’t show it, nonchalantly lining his lips with a pink bordering on red.

Seems we have different perceptions of what a compliment entails, then. It’s one of the nicest thing you’ve ever told me. He swipes some lipstick on, then pauses. If that’s how you think about sex, then of course you don’t like it. Sometimes your own hand isn’t enough … sometimes you need someone else to touch you, and own you for a little while. Bordering on personal here. D’Ablo doesn’t want to get into an entire conversation about how nice it is to be dominated by someone who knows what they’re doing,

And it looked like your hand wasn’t enough. He glances towards Helsing’s crotch, then his gaze flickers up to the Slayer’s face, then back to his reflection, finishing off his lipstick. If watching me apply makeup turned you on.

What the fuck is he doing? Helsing slides closer to D’Ablo, his body heat pouring off. The hunter has the most acute eye, if he’s focused enough on something he could pick it apart entirely. The vampire is no different. Just another thing to study. 

“I suppose there’s something alluring about being so close to vampires. Or perhaps watching put on makeup is like watching an artist add the finishing touches to his already acrylic soaked canvas. Or maybe that bottle of gin I finished off is starting to kick in. Either way the sun set fifteen minutes ago. Hurry up.” 

He pulls away from the other going back to the beds. 

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It might as well have been pity that made Colette keep coming back to his man to make sure he was okay. Both in some ways were similar, a little alone in the world and had a small, intrinsic need to want to belong. She can remember the night he rescued her from a vampire attack, which was years ago, and since then she felt a tad attached to the hunter and visited a lot. The young professor did not believe that there was going to ever be a moment where she can manage to do enough for him to repay her debt of her life. She will just try, for the rest of her existence.

“Helsing,” her voice was soft, intending to comfort him as she carefully caressed over his face, tracing over his wounds. Taking a bottle of antiseptic, she moistened some cotton balls and carefully patted the fresh areas. “I assure you, you’ll be well rested for as long as you are here, I only awoke you because it’s time to change your bandages, and you need to consume something other than alcohol.”

Helsing just sort of groans bringing himself in an upright position. His eyes drift away from her face to the empty bottles littered both on the end table and floor. 

“You know,” he shifts again as she presses the cotton to his shallow gashes. “You don’t have to help me. You don’t owe me anything.” He looks back to her. “I don’t really eat, never have. So if we can skip that process? I get to return back to sleep?”

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Angel Courting Rituals: Modern VS Traditional

Angels are traditional creatures by nature. They are created with a certain line of knowledge and purpose, and deviating from their norm is difficult to achieve, though once it is returning is almost impossible.

Traditional courting takes much longer than modern-day courting. [Human/Angel relationships had been forbidden for millennia. Angel/Angel relationships were more normal, so took longer since both lived longer. As celestial wavelengths of intent don’t really have sexual urges that also played a factor.] Modern-day courting is shorter, and hindered by things like lust. Most angels ‘dating’ humans forgo most of these steps, though traditionalists adhere to it very closely.

Step One: Recognize your intended.

Angels are warriors, no matter what rank. Most are attracted to strength of will and faith in their cause. Bright plumage is often utilized. Angels either grow in brighter feathers or they naturally change colour in order to lure in intended mates. Large, well-groomed wings is a sign of vitality.

Obviously, this is a step both modern and traditional courting rituals use.

Step Two: Make your intention known.

Sometimes your intended will not recognize your intent straight off. There are a number of ways angels would seek to subtly inform their intended.

Making eye contact is essential.

Make sure your intended recognizes your impressive plumage and strength.

Personal space must be intruded on as often as possible.

If all else fails an angel might simply tell their intended.

Traditional courting outlines this, and if the intention is accepted you may proceed to the next step. An angel may also receive a courting trinket as a sign of intent and goodwill if they accept the courting. Angels can only court one other at a time. Neither the wooer or the wooed are allowed to accept advances, or give advances to another.

Modern courting is more direct, in which an angel would simply ask to go out on a date, perhaps with a smile. Smiling and good humor are not necessary for any courting, but most are apt to use it when trying to woo a human, as they get confused without such things. Exclusivity is not necessary.

Step Three: Gain the approval of your intended.

In this step an angel might seek to prove they are a good match, in mind and body. Some ways include:

Traditional:

Feats of strength to show their intended they will protect and provide for their mate and family. Slaughter enemies or win a battle in your intended’s name.

Making yourself available to aid your intended in any way necessary to show your commitment. If they call, make any effort to arrive.

Highlighting skills you might have. Serenading your intended with a song, creating a work of art to gift them with, or something of the like.

Take your intended to a celebration, to show your good faith and intention to their happiness. A celebration in the heavenly court or perhaps a trip to Earth to witness one of their festivals.

Give your intended gifts, that they would enjoy. Flowers, a book, scroll or tablet, a recently forged weapon, or rare artifacts are common examples.

Modern:

Feats of strength to show their intended they will protect and provide for their mate and family. Win a bar fight or beat up someone causing a threat to your intended.

Making yourself available to aid your intended in any way necessary to show your commitment. Do not turn off your phone. Ever. Always answer every prayer.

Highlighting skills you might have. Cook them dinner or fix their plumbing. You may also consider your ‘grace’ as a ‘skill’ to be utilized, as humans do not have one. Take your intended flying.

Give your intended gifts, that they would enjoy. Flowers, jewelry and chocolate are common among humans.

Step Four: Gifting of the feather.

In traditional courting, after an angel gains their intended’s approval they offer a feather from one of their wings. If it is accepted they can continue to their next task. If it is rejected then the courting period is over and they will have to wait for the next mating year to either choose a new intended or try again.

Modern courting tends to leave this part out, but some do gift their partner a feather to mark a claim, or to prove their commitment. The giving of a feather is never to be taken lightly. Ever.

Step Five: Nesting

If your intended has given your go-head you are free to construct the nest. Angels do not make nests like birds, out of twigs and spare pieces of cotton. Molting does, however occur either before or during construction. Every angel building a nest acquires soft nesting materials from family, loved ones, and enemies. These include:

Blankets, sheets, pillows, pillowcases, duvets, dust-ruffles

Curtains, drapes, towels and shower curtains

Shirts, pants, socks, jackets, sweaters, underwear, ties

Carpets, tapestries and rugs

Shoes, coats, scarves, gloves, mittens

Stuffed animals, tablecloths, napkins

They also use their own molted feathers. Some collect them all from previous grooming to use as well.

The bigger the nest, the more impressive it is and the more likely an angel will win their mate’s approval. Angels are competitive by nature, most will try to acquire the biggest nest. However, they do not, EVER, sabotage a nest in any way. Angels have respect for both the nest and the angel building it. They also get very territorial, it is not advised you try to retrieve your belongings. You will get beaten or smighted. Or bitten. It is better one re-purchase whatever you are missing or ask for it back VERY politely from a safe distance.

There are a number of common rules outlined here for proper nesting conduct.

When the nest is complete an angel will unveil it to their intended. It is then asked if they like it, or will accept. If it is then the new couple can proceed to the next step. If it is declined the feather is returned, and the angel disassembles the nest. It takes a very long time for an angel to recover after a nest is rejected, if they do at all. It is not advised you reject a nest, for the angel’s well-being.

Step Six: Mating

Congratulations you’ve gotten past the nesting stage. Mating to an angel is akin to marriage, though far more permanent and cannot be undone. An angel’s grace is entwined with either another’s or a human soul for eternity. A small piece is put into the intended and vice versa.

To both cement the bond and ensure the pain is minimal it is done at the height of coitus. Traditionally each angel’s name is inscribed on the other as a mating mark.

Once the bond is complete it triggers either a week of heat or simply a very strong, driving need to be as close to each other as possible. Which means sex. Near constantly. [Traditionally angels wait to engage in intercourse until mating. Obviously, modern-day courting doesn’t usually include abstinence.]

Some bonds are different than others.

Some are quiet, and the angel and intended enjoy each other’s company between rounds of intercourse. It is most like a human honeymoon phase, though it takes place in the nest for the next week or two.

Some, however, are strong and passionate. It rouses the angel to the point of nearly rabid sexual need, and will partake in multiple rounds without pause. Most hope this does not happen with a human, as they don’t have that kind of angelic stamina to last 50 or 60 rounds through a day or two of frantic rutting without sleep or food. Luckily, this practice is dwindling in reports, especially as it is likely most humans do not make it through that kind of celestial need. (It was another reason mating with humans had been forbidden)

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working a replies! Like this for a starter with Lucifer!

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( p s a ) If your character wants to hit my muse - hit them. If your characters wants to slam them against the wall, the floor, anywhere - do it.If your character wants to force themselves on my muse because that’s just the kind of person your character is - do it.( but warn me first ooc. )  I’m the kind of mun that doesn’t hold you for your characters action and doesn’t blame you in the slightest. Because really, sometimes characters have a mind of their own that leaves us writers with wide eyes. That doesn’t mean the mun is a terrible person in RL. So, if your character has the urge to do something to mine, do it without feeling bad about it. 

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little update, i guess, I’m gonna try to be on tomorrow as I don’t really have anything planned for the day. I’m lurking tonight but I doubt anything will get done. 

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((So I did it! Luci is now a side blog!!! Their link can be found on this blog’s home page next to the Lucifer link, I believe it’s link 8 ~ Anyways, I have a full shift today then I’ll be off for a few days. While I’m gone feel free to follow Luci!! I’ll make a post from there to like for a starter OR if we already had a thread. ...all that’s left with Luci is their verses page, I’m working on right now but I’m not sure if I’ll get to finish it up.  THANKS FOR YOUR TIME!

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That's not what she expected, but its not unwelcome. Ana stifles laughter- poorly- but there's no hiding how pink her face has become. "It still surprises me that you can speak so sweetly," she coos quietly, guiding his head to lay on her shoulder again. Both hands come around and bury themselves in his hair, rubbing his scalp and ears gently. ".. Mmh.. There'll be pretty *boys* there too, if that gets you to come dance with me." She's gotta try, okay.

A disappointed sigh forces its way from Helsing’s nose. His hands run up her back while he studies her face. “I prefer women.” A lie he’ll keep spinning for as long as he can. “Though I guess if you’re not going leave me to work or stay with me in this bliss.. I’ll go with you.” A arm snakes around her back and the other hooks under her legs. With a swift movement he has her in his arms a good five feet from the ground. “Where is it you’re going to take me tonight?”

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"You're not going to suddenly discover something in the next four hours that you haven't in the last 4.4 billion years of research. Come ooooon!" She grabs his arm and tugs playfully, careful to not actually hurt him. "Come out and relax. There'll be booze and pretty girls."

Helsing groans rubbing his face and pushes his books away. His hand slips to her own, lacing their fingers. With a tug he pulls her onto his lap. He’s quick to bury his face into her, speaking in his usual exhausted voice. “You know I don’t like to drown myself in women. I’m content with drowning with solely you.” He pulls back, face sort of twisting. “I meant that to sound better you know.”

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"Abraham! You're working too much, come out dancing with me!"

“Ana, I’ve got a lot here... and you know I don’t dance.”