mockingbirdtears
mockingbirdtears
BURY YOUR TEARS WITH THE PAST
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❝THE ONLY ONE THAT CAN KILL ME AND SAVE ME... IS ME.❞
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mockingbirdtears · 3 hours ago
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[Headcanons] Hugo Vlad: A Beach Day
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cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, fluff, female reader.
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Likes the idea of going to the beach with you. Dislikes the sun. His skin is too pale and sensitive.
Insists on preparing everything: an umbrella, sunhats, a basket with some food and cool drinks, a stylish beach bag with towels, sunscreen — especially, a good high-SPF sunscreen, because he’s secretly paranoid about sunburns.
Opts for a stylish yet understated beach look, maybe a linen shirt with rolled-up sleeves, swim trunks; his usual ponytail is tied up high; and sunglasses.
Chooses a somewhat secluded, nice spot with a perfect view of the waves. He sets up a blanket and umbrella.
Eventually, he gives in and takes off his shirt and… you thought the sun was the hottest thing on the beach. He’s lean, well sculpted for you to stare a second too long. Surely, he notices, "Staring, are we? I suppose I should’ve charged a fee." He turns away and stretches just to give you a better view on his back and how his muscles shifting. You accidentally make a noise, and he definitely hears it. “Y-You’re gonna get sunburned like that…” “Then you’d better rub the sunscreen on me, hm? Generously.” You scream internally.
“Start with the shoulders, please.” You squeeze the sunscreen onto your hands, and press your palms to his bare shoulders, warm from the sun. His skin is smooth. You slide your palms down his back. His spine. His sides. Every motion makes his muscles shift beneath your touch.
When you step out of the changing room, and Hugo… just stares at you. His gaze slowly scans you from head to toe, his lips are parted as if he’s forgotten how to breathe, his ears twitch in excitement. No matter what swimsuit you prefer (a modest one, a one-piece or even a bikini) for Hugo you look absolutely gorgeous. And he notices everything — your curves, the way the fabric hugs you. “Gorgeous, stunning, untouchable… except by me.”
He’s going to have so much fun. “My turn,” he purrs, already holding the bottle with sunscreen. He starts at your shoulders, using long, circular strokes. His thumbs press into tense muscle, kneading gently. His hands glide down your arms, then back up, tracing the curve of your waist. You feel every movement. “Chest next?” He says, way too casually. You choke. And he laughs. After that, his fingers spread the sunscreen over your exposed skin. And in the end, he applies a bit of it to your cheeks, nose and forehead.
Can swim fine. He’s smooth even in the water.
You look away for one second and he’s vanished — only to appear behind you, with his arms around your waist, whispering in your ear, “Looking for someone?~”
Uses the water as an excuse to get close — he puts his hands on your waist to steady you, with his fingers brushing against your legs ‘accidentally’, or him tugging you to his chest.
When you get tired, he offers his back or simply lifts you in his arms bridal-style with water dripping from both of you.
Wraps you in a fluffy towel, makes you sit between his legs under the umbrella, and dries your hair with a care.
You catch him crouched, examining seashells like little treasurers. He picks a beautiful seashell and offers it like it’s a priceless treasure. "It reminded me of you. Beautiful and delicate...”
Feeds you strawberries from the basket and plants lazy kisses over your face.
When the sun sets, Hugo takes your hand for a stroll along the shore under the stars. He hums a low tune while the waves gently touch your feet.
If Vivian and Robin go with you:
Vivian arrives in an adorable frilly purple swimsuit with big sunglasses and a sunhat, a swim ring coloured like a doughnut, and enough sunscreen to survive a volcano.
Robin plays a role of gentleman and your butler who has brought everything: snacks and drinks, extra towels, fodling chairs. He also has brought an air mattress and a mini umbrella for himself. He makes sure everyone drinks water and hands you bottles with water. “No fainting under the sun. I can’t carry any of you. Except maybe [Y/N].”
Vivian and you vs. Hugo and Robin in a sandcastle war. Robin uses his engineering knowledge to build a perfect base with a trench and such. Hugo makes a palace with secret tunnels. Vivian counters with sea glass, sea shells and weed decorations, though her supposed-to-be castle looks like a sand sculpture of two people who look oddly familiar. You make a simple castle and stick a little flag with a heart on one of the towers. “I surrender. The heart flag is too powerful,” Hugo’s amused.
When Hugo gets into the water, he stays close to you. Keeps a hand on your waist and says with a teasing smile, “Don’t swim too far, my dear. Or I might have to rescue you… mouth-to-mouth.” “That’s really cute, but we can hear you,” Vivian sighs as she’s swimming nearby, and Robin is drifting on his air mattress next to her unbothered.
During a picnic break, you have watermelon slices, sandwiches, fruit skewers and Robin serves you cold drinks.
You four take a group photo to create a memory of this day. It’s one of Hugo’s most favourite photos.
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mockingbirdtears · 1 day ago
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Thinking about cuddling with HUGO. Just snuggled up against him either on the bed or couch, maybe with a blanket wrapped around you both. Your head is on his shoulder or tucked under his chin, his hand gently stroking through your hair or scratching the top of your head.
It's a peaceful atmosphere. The warmth shared between you both is comfortable and tempts you to close your eyes, Hugo's hand in your hair only further fuelling the temptation.
"Feeling sleepy?" you hear Hugo ask. His voice is soft and a tad deeper than its usual tone, the vibrations from it sending a shiver down your spine.
You nod in response and Hugo pulls you in tighter against him.
"Sleep then, my dear."
When you close your eyes, Hugo follows suit not long after, settling into the land of dreams with you.
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mockingbirdtears · 2 days ago
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Think I might as well share it on here but for anyone who's looking for all of Hugo's combat voicelines to be in one place (since we currently lack a page or tab for voicelines in general at the moment in-game), I have a doc compiling all his combat voicelines. It is still being updated as I find new voicelines.
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mockingbirdtears · 3 days ago
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Think I might as well share it on here but for anyone who's looking for all of Hugo's combat voicelines to be in one place (since we currently lack a page or tab for voicelines in general at the moment in-game), I have a doc compiling all his combat voicelines. It is still being updated as I find new voicelines.
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mockingbirdtears · 3 days ago
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[Headcanons] Hugo Vlad: Reader Focuses on Others’ Feelings but Ignores Her Own
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cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, comfort, female reader.
Requested by anon.
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Is incredibly observant, especially when it comes to you. It doesn’t take him long to notice the pattern: you’re always checking in on others, offering a shoulder to cry on, staying up late to help, but when it comes to your own emotions? You brush them aside.
While others praise your kindness and attention to others, Hugo notices the tired smile, the exhausted sighs, the way your shoulders slumps when you think nobody’s looking. But he sees it all.
Adores how you care for others — how you comfort others, offer kind words, remember the small things… but when you put yourself last every single time, he gets an unpleasant feeling in his chest — at the way you’ve learned to dismiss your own feelings.
Doesn’t call you out or confronts you directly — he matches you with simple gestures: sneaking you your favourite drink, offering his own shoulder when you need it, placing a hand on your shoulder when you’re overwhelmed.
Teases and flirts with a purposeful push. He makes you talk about yourself by insisting you to speak about what you want and not that others need, “Tell me what you want, not what you think would make others happy.”
Doesn’t push hard, but is present near you, waiting when you’re ready to open up. He ‘steals time’ for you: a quiet afternoon with drinks, a walk in the city, a late-night conversation. “I took the liberty of canceling your errands today. Don’t pout, darling. You’ll thank me after you have a rest.”
Surprises you with little gifts — your favourite blend of tea and snacks, a book, something that’s related to your hobby(-ies) — just to remind you to slow down and care for yourself. He loves seeing you relaxed and content.
When you finally open up — awkward, hesitant — he listens very attentively. No teasing. Just his arms around you, holding you like a treasure, pressing you to his chest, “There you are.”
“If you insist on looking after everyone else, I shall have to insist on looking after you.” He says it with a playful smirk, but he means it with his whole heart.
Reminds you that it’s okay to say ‘no’ or take a step back and focus on your own feelings.
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mockingbirdtears · 5 days ago
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mockingbirdtears · 6 days ago
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"Close your eyes for me, darling."
You do as HUGO says and close your eyes, feeling the soft bristles of a brush meet your eyelid right after. You feel it sweep across the skin a few times before it moves to the other side and does the same.
When you feel the brush leave your skin, you open your eyes to see Hugo staring at you, the corners of his lips curling up into a smile.
"This colour suits you."
Oh?
Now you're intrigued.
You want to have a look in the nearby mirror but Hugo stops you with a wag of his finger. "Not yet, my dear. Wait until I'm finished."
You relent and shift back in your seat, watching as Hugo dabs the brush in another colour of the eyeshadow palette. You close your eyes, knowing that Hugo would ask you to do so as the brush meets your eyelids again, this time working at the corners of your eyes. You keep your eyes closed this time until Hugo tells you to open your eyes.
"Keep them open and try not to blink."
You blink, and Hugo chuckles as he raises the eyeliner he has in his hand.
"Are you ready?"
You blink once more and nod, doing your best to keep your eyes from blinking as Hugo draws on the eyeliner with a steady hand. When he's done with one side, you blink and Hugo waits until you're ready before he works on the other side.
When he's done, he pulls away completely and gestures for you to have a look in the mirror. So you do, and you can't help but admire the work he's done. He joins your side, meeting your gaze in the mirror.
"Well? What do you think?"
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mockingbirdtears · 7 days ago
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hey so how do you think Vlad and Seth would deal with a crush, they’re walking together, and while the boys are talking, crush becomes enamoured by them a lot in their own head, just being in love with the guy mentally, to where they slam full force into a lamp post with a clang and end up laying on the floor, not seeming to know what the heck just happened while their forehead is now bruised? (Crush isn’t usually this clutsy).
I think both of them would warn you that you're about to run into the lamp post but it doesn't register to you because of how enamoured you are by them.
Seth immediately worries over you, asking if you're okay as he checks on you. Suggests you go get your head checked since you hit the lamp post pretty hard. Would probably take you there himself unless you're really insistent on being okay (but he'd still recommend you go get checked). Helps you up from the floor and makes sure you're okay to stand.
Hugo is less frantic than Seth about it but nonetheless, is still worried about you. He asks if you're alright and how you are feeling as he checks over you. He'll help you up, suggest he could carry you too if you want. He'll take you to a doctor himself if you need it but otherwise, still keeps an eye on you if you insist you're okay and don't need to see one (would still recommend you see one if you start feeling off).
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mockingbirdtears · 7 days ago
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The way my posts get fucked up on desktop is something...
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mockingbirdtears · 7 days ago
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I need Hugo.
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mockingbirdtears · 7 days ago
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EXHIBITION: ZENLESS ZONE ZERO ────── ❝WELCOME TO NEW ERIDU, WHERE HUMANITY RISES ANEW.❞
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PROLOGUE. ❝BUSINESS X STRANGENESS X JUSTNESS❞ ▷ [no tapes found]
CHAPTER I. ❝CAT'S LOST & FOUND❞ ▷ [no tapes found]
CHAPTER II. ❝A CALL FROM THE HOLLOW'S HEART❞ ▷ [no tapes found]
CHAPTER II INTERLUDE. ❝MISSION UNTHINKABLE❞ ▷ SETH LOWELL ─── ❝IDEALIST❞
✧. ┊  ASKS
reacting to a crush hitting a lamp post
CHAPTER III. ❝THE MIDNIGHT PURSUIT❞ ▷ [no tapes found]
CHAPTER IV. ❝TOUR DE INFERNO❞ ▷ [no tapes found]
CHAPTER V. ❝A STORM OF FALLING STARS❞ ▷ [no tapes found]
EPILOGUE. ❝BURY YOUR TEARS WITH THE PAST❞ ▷ HUGO VLAD ─── ❝AS YESTERDAY DIES❞
✧. ┊  DRABBLES / THOUGHTS
mornings with hugo
comfort from hugo
helping hugo with his hair
massage from hugo
deserving of love
hugo does your makeup
cuddling with hugo
✧. ┊  ASKS
reacting to a crush hitting a lamp post
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LAST UPDATED: 21 JULY 2025
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mockingbirdtears · 9 days ago
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Con haul!!
Now we go back to the regularly scheduled program after I get some rest from walking all day in a wig that kept slipping 🤡
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mockingbirdtears · 9 days ago
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"Am I really worth all this love?"
The question hits you like a bucket of icy water and you turn to look at HUGO. His gaze is still fixed on the tranquil waters of Port Elpis, mouth set in a thin line. His face is a somber picture, a moment of vulnerability you rarely see.
You frown, your heart aching at his question. "Of course you are."
Hugo is silent for a few minutes. When he speaks again, his voice is quiet, but still loud enough that you can hear it over the lapping waves.
"I don't deserve it."
Your frown deepens, his words driving deeper the ache you feel. "Why?" you can't help but ask.
"You are too good for me," he replies. "You are a precious soul that walks in the light. You don't deserve someone who'll drag you into the darkness."
You take in his words, the ache in your heart twisting as it digs even deeper. You reach out to place your hand on top of his, thumb soothing over his skin.
"Hugo... you do deserve all this love, you are worthy of it all. I chose you because I adore you. You make me feel happy and cared for. You deserve that too."
Hugo slowly turns to look at you, sadness dulling the vividness of his heterochromatic eyes. Eyes that while he no longer hated, still had unpleasant memories attached to it. Eyes that you greatly adored, thumbs brushing gently at the skin underneath them as you cradled his face.
"You deserve all the love in the world, Hugo. You've always been worthy of it."
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mockingbirdtears · 11 days ago
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Will be a bit busy over the next two days with crunching wig styling for an upcoming con + the con itself. But I got ideas and snippets in the works :)
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mockingbirdtears · 11 days ago
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Nothing ever goes unnoticed by HUGO. Every little pinch and furrow of your brows, every grimace and curl of your lips, a tap and a twitch of your fingers when you're idle—he sees them all, knows all your little quirks and habits.
It's how he notices you've been stretching more than usual lately. He notices your grimace when you move your neck, notices you rubbing at your shoulders more often.
"Darling, are you alright?"
You look up from where you're hunched over at your desk, a hand subconsciously on your shoulder to rub at the tightness buried in your muscles.
"Huh?"
"Your shoulders," he simply answers. "Are they sore? You've been rubbing at them more than usual and you also seem to be in pain whenever you move your neck."
"Ah, yeah..." you sigh and lean back in your chair, unable to help but consciously rub at your aching muscles this time.
"Would you like me to give you a massage?"
You nod, and Hugo gestures for you to move to sit on the bed. You comply and he sits behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders and beginning to work at the knots embedded in your muscles. It feels nice and you can't help but close your eyes with a content sigh, melting under his hands. He works at your neck as well but with a gentler touch.
By the time he is done, your muscles feel less tight, less heavy, like a weight's been removed off your shoulders.
"Feeling better?" he asks.
There's an appreciative smile on your lips as you turn around to face him. "A lot better now, thank you."
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mockingbirdtears · 12 days ago
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[Headcanons] Hugo Vlad & Von Lycaon: A Hand Kiss
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cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, fluff, female reader.
Requested by anon.
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When you gently take Hugo's hand and press a kiss to his left non-gloved knuckles, he freezes, stunned, almost like you short-circuited something inside him. The gesture is simple, but the meaning behind your words “I always wanted to do that to someone I love” strikes him deeper than any flirtation or teasing ever could.
Tries to respond smoothly: “Ah… Is that so? Then I am honored to be the one.” But there’s a slight tremble to his voice, twitch of his ears — a sign of betrayal of how he’s actually flustered inside, — and his fingers curl gently around yours — he’s touched more than he’ll admit aloud.
Teases you affectionately: “You know, I expected to be the one sweeping you off your feet. And here you are… beating me at my own game.”
His fingers are still curled around yours, and he brings your hand closer to his lips and presses a soft, lingering kiss on your knuckles, mirroring your affection.
His usually teasing tone becomes tender and sincere when he says the next words after the kiss: “You have no idea how much I like being your loved one.”
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You gently take Lycaon’s fluffy hand during a quiet moment and press a tender kiss on his knuckles, whispering: “I’ve always wanted to do this to my beloved… and now, I finally can.” Lycaon freezes, his tail is completely still mid-wag, ears are perked upright and heart is beating fast as if the world around has stopped moving.
With his usual gentlemanly grace, he bows his head slightly in acknowledgment — actually trying to hide his flustered state and the blush beneath his fur, and with a sincere voice, says something like: “Your affection honors me more than you know.”
After recovering, he kneels before you, gently takes your hand in both of his, careful not to rush the moment, lifting it to his lips and places a gentle, respectful kiss on the back of it. His ears flicker and tail is waggling, showing his excitement.
He lifts his gaze to you and says: “Then allow me to cherish this very moment, for it being both a gift and a vow from the one I hold dear.”
Might dare to slightly tease you afterwards with: “If you ever wish to practice gentleman gestures again, I shall be your willing participant.”
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mockingbirdtears · 12 days ago
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... ❝ SIREN SONG. ❞ ft. hugo x reader
𝒾. ⠀IN WHICH : you find yourself captivated, enthralled by a creature that seems more beautiful and more deadly than you could ever comprehend.
꒰ contents ꒱ cw: blood, vague allusions to death, hugo may or may not have eaten a person. siren!hugo. gn!reader. horror-ish, open-ended. wc : 1351
꒰ notes ꒱ suggested by @rainswept! written as a part of my mermay series. this... feels kinda rushed. idk if i like the ending but i was STRUGGLING trying to keep this close to the same length as the others, and i didn't even manage it.
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Blood, the faint, metallic scent of blood is the first thing you register when your toes meet the sand. The smell makes you halt in your steps, glancing wearily across the beach to find the source. There was nothing, no one. It was well after dark, and all other residents of the town were tucked away in their homes, too scared to even glance outside at the stirring ocean.
You were warned too. Once, twice, more times than you could count, they tried to warn you. And you tried to listen, you truly did. But something pulled you back, every time.
It was the song at first. A sweet, crooning melody that carried into through the open windows of the inn, filling your room with its pleasant tune. You’d peered outside, only to find an empty beach staring back. Still, the song continued, echoing from the stretches of rocks past the shore. It almost drove you mad, resigning yourself to pressing a pillow against your ears to drown out the noise. 
When you asked the innkeeper about it in the morning, he went pale. “Lower your voice, kid.” He whispered harshly, eyeing the other guests eating breakfast two tables away. “Listen, no matter how much you want to find it, leave it be. It ain’t worth it. If you’re hearing the call, that means it's got its eyes on you now. There’s nothing you can do but turn away and pray it finds some other slab of meat to sing to.”
You stared in bewilderment, your words spluttered. “What are you talking about—”
“Hush!” He hissed. “The siren, kid. What else?”
Under no circumstances should you leave after dusk, you were told. The creature rises from the water with the moon, and won’t stop singing until its hunger is sated. You nodded silently, mouth slightly agape. His words, and the urgency he spoke them in, made very little sense, but you swallowed down the rest of your reservations quickly.
That night, you stuffed your ears with cotton and pretended not to hear when the singing rose to a crescendo. 
It took you three, maybe four days to crack. By then, the dark circles around your eyes looked like bruises, and you were snapping at every face that dared to pass you in the halls. It was torturous, it was miserable, and you—
You had enough. 
The sun had just begun to rise by the time you stumbled back, your shoes missing and your head in a daze. One of the staff, an early-riser by the looks of it, balked at your appearance at the foot of the stairs, shooting you a worried look. You smiled thinly. The concern was sweet, but it wouldn’t stop you. Not from leaving to visit the shore again the next night, and the night that followed that, and so forth.
You don't think you could stop yourself if you tried; once you were tempted the first time, he had you—hook, line, and sinker.
As you reach the rocks, you slip your shoes off and leave them on the sand, climbing onto one of the rocks closest to the ocean and dipping your feet into the water. Already, the proximity to the sea seems to soothe some latent ache in your shoulders, filling the absence of something you never knew you were missing.
“You’re back, my dearest. I have been waiting for you.”
The voice cuts through the night as cleanly as a blade, making you jump. You didn’t notice his appearance, not a single splash nor ripple breaking the surface of the water. And as usual, he seemed to take delight in catching you off-guard.
“Hm? What's with that look?” A hand works its way under your chin, tilting it from side to side. Sometime in between your slow blinking, Hugo had pushed up onto the rocks, propped up by the long, slender fish-tail that replaced his lower half. He forced you to face him, giving you a perfect view of his heterochromic eyes—one a pale grey, the other a startling red. “Don't tell me you came all this way not to talk to me?”
“No,” You say slowly, your heart rate rising at his touch. The reaction he seemed to draw out of you was unsettling; no matter how much his silky smooth voice put you at ease, no matter how easily you melted under his touch, your body would always reach like a cornered animal, shaking and pulling away.
You could still smell blood, lingering in the air.
“It's so dry up here,” He sighs, dropping his hand. Your face grows cold, but you bite back the urge to lean into him again. “Come to the water, with me, won't you? I promise I'll keep you close.”
It was the same question, every night. Every night Hugo would draw you in with his song, every night he would meet you at the rocks and shower you with affection, and every night he would ask you to come down into the ocean with him. He would never push, never force, but you always got the uncomfortable feeling that the question was merely an illusion of choice.
The way he looked at you was with an inhuman sort of hunger, his eyes dragging along your body like he was sizing you up to devour you. One of these days, you would break, and one of these days you would sink into the waves. Perhaps that was why he seemed so sure of himself when he asked it; if your resolve was weak enough to come meet him every night in the first place, then it was only a matter of time before it cracks fully, splintering like driftwood.
“I... can't.”
“Surely you’re not still so wary?” His voice was teasing, but there was something sharp to the edge of it. Through a flash of teeth, you caught a faint speck of dried red stuck to his canines.
“I can't swim.” You blurt out suddenly.
“Oh? Are you scared, my dear?” The man—no, the creature murmurs, leaning forward to press a kiss to the pulse point of your neck. The sensation was feather-light, and yet sent you shivering. You could imagine the fangs hidden beneath his closed lips, a single fold of tissue between their sharpened points and the delicate flesh of your neck. Under his mouth, your heart was beating at the pace of a rabbit.
You felt exposed, raw. A helpless prey animal, caught in the grasp of its natural predator. He was toying with you; and he had to know it. Otherwise, why else would he be holding you so gently, arms circling around your waist with just enough tightness to be uncomfortable, as if he knew exactly how much pressure to apply to snap you in two?
And yet, there was a softness to his touch that you couldn’t ignore, a tender sort of reverence in the way he traced along your skin. It almost made you forget, for just a moment, the sharpness of his teeth. A moment, only a moment is what it took, but it made you falter. There was a voice in the back of your head, crying out—reason, or common sense, or some sort of instinct, begging you to pull away. To run, while your neck wasn’t yet torn to shreds.
Your instincts screamed, but they weren’t what answered him. 
“No,” The words fall out too quickly, too carelessly, as if he has his claws in your throat, pulling them out by force. You can’t stop them, especially not when he’s kissing the taste of them right off your lips before you even have a chance to regret them. “Not of you. Never of you.”
And at that, his eyes soften, and your guard wavers. Because for a moment, it seems like the answer pleases him, an almost genuine smile wrapping across his face. It makes your heart flutter, heat rising over your cheeks. He nods, once, then twice.
“It's okay.” Hugo grins, so wide you can see the traces of blood in his teeth. “Whenever you're ready.”
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