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Professor Abronsious

“Aha?”. Oh yes the samples. Ever since he had handed those over, Abronsius had been rather curious about what Alfred would say about them. It had been rather hard to aquire them and thus the excitement to gather other opinions was making him smile. “Good, good. I would like to read that report and come, sit! No use standing there like that.” He waved at the chair, sitting down behind his desk as well and putting on his reading glasses.

“But tell me what you found. I have to say I am rather curious on what differences you found. Reports are nice and well but nothing fuels your intellect like a lively conversation. The teeth were remarkable, were they not? It was quite the ordeal at aquiring them, let me tell you.”

Alfred nodded eagerly, excitement quickly growing in his chest. This was one of the things he loved most about studying under the Professor! To be able to state his own opinions and have his thinking challenged by one of the most brilliant minds of Europe!

Upon hearing the Professor’s words, he quickly and carefully sat in the chair, nearly hanging off the end of the seat, his hands neatly folded in his lap.

Alfred could not contain a proud smile. He had spent many hours at night when the day’s work had been finished, hunched over the two teeth, a magnifying glass nearly pressed into his eye.

     ❝ They certainly were remarkable sir. I never thought anything like them could exist! Sample A appears to be considerably more dull at the tip than Sample B. A’s point is still quite sharp, but it does noticeably show signs of wear. Also, I noticed what appears to be an abnormal concave curvature at the root of Sample A as well. But, I'm not sure if the dullness is related to this, or if both are two separate observations. ❞

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For the briefest of moments, the soft pressure on Alfred’s skin was a welcome one. One which would be far too easy  to lean into, far too easy to place a hand over the one on his hip and ensure its continued presence. However, this moment was brief, lasting however many milliseconds it took for Alfred’s mind to realize whose hand was on Alfred’s waist, and Alfred froze.The Erbgraf had been friendly as of late, but then again, when had he NOT been?

It certainly was logical to assume that this was simply yet another of Herbert’s flamboyant mannerisms, shall we say, but Alfred could not help but feel that this was more intimate than usual. But it was not the fingers which now lay along the curve of his waist, nor was it the light pressure of the hand resting on his hip which had caused him to stiffen in fear. It was his own reaction.

A part of him was drawn to Herbert like a moth to a flame. It had existed from the beginning, from when he and Herbert had first locked eyes. From that first time in the bathroom so very long ago, the reason he had stayed when Herbert had called after him. It was a part of himself which he desperately feared, for it went against everything he had ever known. It was a sin, it was illogical, and both of these were things he had tried to avoid as much as he possibly could as a human and now, as a vampire. And yet this part of him still remained. It was the reason Alfred had not yet fled from the castle and Herbert’s increasing intimacy.

And! The worst part of all! For the majority of the time, Alfred’s heart and body longed after women, as it should be. Women were enough, they were more than enough! Alfred did not want or need the occasional exception which Herbert and the rare other posed. But here he was, still under the Erbgraf’s hold and unable to convince himself to push the hand away and to rid himself entirely of Herbert’s increasingly hypnotic influence.

Alfred’s eyes flickered to meet Herbert’s and unknown to himself, he returned the Erbgraf’s wide grin with a small, shy smile of his own.

     ❝ Good evening Herbert. I trust that you’re doing well tonight. ❞

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           Almost a year had passed since Alfred had returned to the castle; almost a year since Herbert had decided to take in the man who was not only responsible for his father’s injuries and the destruction of the ball hall. He hadn’t been particularly happy about taking him in after everything that had happened, but his fondness hadn’t faded, had refused to fade, and so Herbert had offered Alfred protection and help in order to learn how to deal with his new condition.

           What scared Herbert the most was the fact that his crush had soon turned into love, and it made him truly happy that the former vampire hunter seemed to have gotten a lot more comfortable around Herbert. Every now and then, he even felt confident enough to hold Alfred’s hand or place a soft kiss on his cheek ── not to flirt with him, but simply do ensure Alfred of his affection. Over the time, he could see Alfred developing a certain liking when it came to these gentle touches, and he was truly grateful for that.

           And so it was no surprise when Herbert one day decided to take these affections a step further. He smiled when he saw Alfred in the hallway, walking up to him with quick and soundless steps. The moment he was next to Alfred, Herbert slid his arm around his waist to pull him close, his hand resting on the other man’s hip; his touch was soft, barely even existant, and yet enough to almost drive Herbert insane with love and desire.

           ❝ Good evening, cheri, ❞ he said cheerfully, giving Alfred a bright smile.

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talk 2 me about characters learning how to be cared about

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Can I just mention how happy I am that @buecherbuecher has made their AMAZING and FANTASTIC and PERFECT-IN-EVERY-WAY Abronsious RP blog? Their writing as Abronsious is just so perfect I can’t even. They’ve only just started and already, it’s almost as if Abronsious himself stepped out of right out of Tanz. And the backstory they wrote for the Professor is just <3 Bless you, you amazing writer <3

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Professor: What's wrong with you?

Alfred: What is wrong with me? Off the top of my head I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of maternal affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression.

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Professor Abronsious

A bit of the fuming anger passed as he saw the young man enter. He had nothing to do with his personal quarrels. A bright young man, even if a bit too timid for his own good, as far as he could tell. “Good evening, Alfred. Now that is what I call manners!”. He pocketed his reading glasses and walked over the stundent. “All those stairs are doing a man in my age no good. Come in, don’t be so shy.”

With a nod he took the letter, turning it to see who had send it. “A letter, hm. From whom I wonder?”. He pointed at one of the comfy chairs in front of his desk, apparently not minding that Alfred was there when he was about to open the letter. “How are your studies going? I have heard quite the praise about you.”

Alfred shifted his balance from one leg to another, his hands clasped behind him. He refused to sit while the professor still stood ──  during any time other than a formal lecture of course, when he would be accompanied by a multitude of other students ── and tried to suppress a wide smile. Although he tried to be a man whose mind was seated firmly in logic, the subject the Professor so often spoke of, Alfred was only human and so, occasional kind words always lit a small, modest flame of pride within him. And when Professor Abronsious said such things, Alfred was simply filled with joy.

❝My studies are going well, or so I hope. I’m currently analyzing the tooth samples you gave to me last week, and so far I’ve identified two key differences between them. I plan on writing a formal report on my findings this weekend. I hope to be able to give it to you next Monday.❞

Alfred stopped short, suddenly struck by a horrible thought.

❝Or ── will that be too late? I’m very sorry that the research has taken me so long already. If you’d like it sooner, I can try to finish it by the end of this week.❞  

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Seine schöne Frau

           As much as Sarah had needed the air, she still couldn’t not help but let out a sigh of frustration when Alfred broke the kiss, not wanting to stop in any way. She was convinced that she had never felt so loved before and she wanted nothing else but keep it that way, keep doing whatever it was that made not only her, but apparently Alfred as well, as happy as she was at that very moment.

           The way he said her name caused her to shiver, unable to believe that anyone was capable of saying it with so much love in his voice. How did she even deserve someone as wonderful as Alfred? Someone who had done so much for her and who still loved her, after everything that had happened, after all these months of her not being able to return his feelings? Sarah had gotten so incredibly lucky.

           Slowly, almost hesitant, Sarah leant back a little bit, pulled away and tilted her head back, just so that she could give Alfred her brightest smile. Did he even know how happy he was making her at this very moment? Certainly not, and Sarah was convinced to show him, for Alfred definitely needed to know just how deep her own feelings were.

           ❝ Alfred, I ── I’m so happy that you’re here, ❞ she whispered and then, slowly, pulled his head down again and placed a soft kiss on his nose, closing her eyes as she did so.

Alfred did not reply at first, for he was entirely incapable of speech in that moment. To first be told that his love was returned had overwhelmed him with sheer joy and a rush of renewed love. He would not have thought it possible for him to love Sarah ── his Sarah, his beautiful wife ── any more than he had. From the moment he had first seen her all those months ago, he had known that his life was no longer his own. That his entire being belonged to Sarah, and Sarah alone. And Alfred was only too willing.

Words could not HOPE to even begin to describe the sheer depth of love Alfred felt. Nor could they hope to adequately describe how very blessed and fortunate he felt and was. Alfred had long ago accepted that he might be nothing more than a man who would worship an angel far beyond the measure of his worth for a lifetime and he would have been nothing but grateful in being given the chance to love someone like Sarah. Knowing that his love was returned and that Sarah took happiness in his presence was nearly enough to make him cry tears of undiluted joy.

Alfred reflexively pulled Sarah closer to him, trying to close ANY remaining space between the two of them, until her body was flush against his and his forehead gently rested atop her own fine brow, their noses lightly brushing against each other.

     ❝ I -❞ Alfred paused to swallow away a lump in his throat, an inevitable byproduct of the sheer depth of emotions within him. ❝ Sarah, I can’t even tell you how happy that makes me. How happy I am now. How happy you make me, every day. ❞

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As quietly as he could manage, Alfred turned the bright, polished knob and walked into the room with hesitant footsteps. As many times as he had been in the good Professor Abronsious’ home ── for it would have been seemingly impossible for any assistant to NOT require a visit to his mentor’s private home ── he would always feel a bit uncomfortable.

Alfred held absolutely nothing but respect for the the Professor, the brilliant man that he was. In his mind, Professor Abronsious was among the giants of the scientific world. But it was this same deep respect which made Alfred feel only too out of place in the scholar’s lodgings. He was nothing more than a student, having not yet significantly contributed to the scientific or academic world. Alfred almost felt like an intruder, an interloper trespassing in this sacred hallow of private knowledge and wisdom.

     ❝ I’m very sorry for disturbing you Mr. Professor, but a letter addressed to you was delivered to the university earlier today. I felt that it was my duty to bring it to you as soon as possible.❞

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The setting sun was sending rays of soft, golden light into room, Abronsius called his home. A collection of newspapers were strewn around his desk, old-looking reports and books all in a strange collection. Somewhere, an old clock muttered its monotonous rhythm, stretching this idle afternoon into a moment of eternity. It all seemed so very idle until the clock chimed the full hour, startling the old man from his lecture. He looked over his shoulder and grumbled something. Despite the beautiful moment, his mood was soured by the…. thing, he had to read just now. His fellow Professors ridiculing him, oh that he could bear very well. He did not care much what those imbeciles were saying about him. But ridiculing AND stealing his work? “Pah!”, he exclaimed to nobody in particular. 

A knock on the door made him look up and he nodded to himself. “Step in,”, he called out.

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Wahrheit!

Hello! This is a brand new blog for the character “Professor Abronsius” from the Musical “Tanz der Vampire”. 

this blog is very new so content will follow soon!

semi-selective but friendly

open to crossovers/other fandoms

will add other characters soon!

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Hey guys, So I had to take an unannounced hiatus recently due to things which came up in my personal life. But now, I am free and now (slowly) I'll get back into writing Alfred regularly :D

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The Girl

       ’…i see.’ anya sighed quietly to herself as she tucked a loose lock of HONEY-COLORED hair behind her ear. she had spent most of her life just trying to REMEMBER what she could before she found herself at the hospital with no memories of her life prior. if it was easy as he put it, then surely she could just put on the identity of the GRAND duchess without all this turmoil and confusion within her.

       ‘what if this person is supposed to be very different from you? like lost… lost ROYALTY? as an example, of course.’

❝ As an example? ❞ Alfred was unable to prevent himself from repeating the words, uncertainty and skeptism coloring his voice and his brows furrowed together.

A highly SPECIFIC example, to say the very least.

❝ Well, as an example, “ Alfred bit his lip in thought.  ❝ I imagine that would be quite difficult. Royalty appear to be so very different from ordinary people like you and I.

Surely the question was completely hypothetical, nothing more than a particularly odd bit of conversation, but he could not help but wonder...

❝ Forgive me, ❞ his voice were still gentle and polite, but a new note of inquisitive curiousity was now present ❝ but why do you ask? ❞

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TFW @langewcile comes up with what's clearly the Best Idea Ever

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                                   darling boy, your shoulders may be broad                              but there are only so many crosses you can bear                                                    before you break; 

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no happy muses we put our muses through the incinerator like men

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Sarah

           How could he possibly say something like that? Or, more importantly ── how could Alfred actually believe what he was saying? It was obvious to Sarah that he truly meant these words, and that knowledge shattered her heart into a million pieces. Considering how hard Alfred had always tried to save the world from vampires, the girl could definitely imagine that adjusting to this new life would be HELL to him. He deserved better ── not because being a vampire was horrible, but because it would be horrible to him.

           Slowly, carefully, Sarah lifted her hands in order to cup Alfred’s cheeks. She had wanted to do so gently, but she couldn’t. Instead, she took hold of his face with a force she hadn’t expected, a strength that she certainly hadn’t even possessed as a human, and forced him to look at her again, down into her brown eyes which stared up at him in anger and worry alike. She wouldn’t let him say something stupid like this; she would make him see that none of this was as horrible as he thought it was, and she would show him that they would be fine sooner or later.

           ❝ Alfred, this is NOT true, ❞ she growled, somehow unable to let her voice sound as soft as it usually did, especially when she spoke to Alfred. It scared her; she didn’t want to be harsh, even if Alfred had been harsh towards her as well only a few seconds earlier. As much as it hurt her, as much as she feared that she was losing the one person who truly cared about her, she couldn’t ──

                          ──── she couldn’t what? Sarah didn’t know. She didn’t know ANYTHING anymore, and she wished this was easier. Not EASY; that would be way too much to ask for, but simply easier. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. She had to be calm if she wanted Alfred to understand. It took her a second or two, but then she finally opened her eyes again. She was still cupping Alfred’s face, and she decided that she wouldn’t change anything about that; all she did was loosen her grip, let the touch be gentle and sweet.

           ❝ I know what you’re trying to say, but you’re NOT a monster. This is simply a new kind of living, and there is NOTHING wrong with that. You will get used to it, WE will get used to it. ❞ Sarah stepped closer to him at these words, tilting her head backwards ever so slightly so that she could look up at Alfred. Their faces were only inches apart, and she hoped this closeness would make Alfred believe. ❝ More importantly ── you still are the man you were before. You offered to protect me. Isn’t that proof enough? You haven’t changed, not really, and I am so, so grateful about that. ❞

           Her voice had gotten quiet towards the end, but she knew that Alfred had heard her; the distance between them was too little as that he couldn’t have heard.

How could she possibly say something like that? For God’s sake, even now he could feel the sticky wetness of blood clinging to his lips, congealing and freezing in the cold wind. Certainly, he knew what Sarah meant, he knew that she was desperately trying to comfort him. But her words fell on an empty soul. Alfred was devastated and disgusted with himself, and yet, curiously, he felt nothing. 

Perhaps he had truly died, for this lack of emotion, this lack of a response was not human. Yes he cried, yes he was drawn to Sarah like a moth was to a flame, yes he absolutely, desperately craved Sarah’s light. But through all this, he felt DEAD.  

A part of him felt as if he were in his body, intensely experiencing his own anguish, sorrow, and the horror of this new existence. But at this same time, it was as if he were a casual observer of his own tragedy, as if he stood removed from the proceedings, unaffected and uncaring. 

God above, if Sarah had abandoned him to the wilds of the snow, instead of being kind enough to stay by him, this intense unfeeling might have driven him mad right then and there.

One last sob broke through his throat, entirely unpreventable and an unpleasant reminder. For Sarah, he needed to be a man, not a ── he forced his thoughts to spit the word out ── boy who needed comfort. He needed to accept this living hell for what it was and move on. 

     ❝I hope so.  ❞

He tried to smile at her, praying that it was not a grimace.

     ❝You’re right. We will.❞ 

 The tone could only be described as an attempt at optimism.  

     ❝Together.”

And then there it was, a word truly spoken with the promise of stability and ── dare one to even say it ── happiness. 

Alfred reached up to gently caress Sarah’s hand, giving it a gentle ( hopefully reassuring ) squeeze. Even if his soul had died and suffered, Sarah’s eyes were still an unending labyrinthof angelic purity. Looking at her, he could almost believe all was right in the world, that everything would be as it should be. Almost.

With a new, very much strengthened resolve in his heart, Alfred inhaled deeply and forced himself to look away from Sarah and down to the corpse besides them.

     ❝ I have do something about this poor soul. I won’t take her life AND her chance at salvation. ❞ 

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The Girl

          ‘how do you become the person you FORGOT you ever were?’

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Alfred’s face tightened as he tried to hide his mild surprise at the girl’s sudden question. How did one respond to such a query? And ──  did she pose it rhetorically or literally?

     ❝ I suppose that like anything, it would take time. ❞

His features began to soften as he continued, the very image of quiet thoughtfulness before long. 

     ❝ And perhaps, eventually, assuming the quirks and personality of the person you forgot you were would be as simple as putting on a coat ── a visage displayed for all to see, but nothing more than a facade which could be cast off at any time. ❞

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