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[therelentless]

@lgendry​ asked: 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 (shifty eyes)

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 . 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 ‘ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ‘ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄’𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 . II not accepting II

Abraham’s small confession about finding him attractive hadn’t come as a surprise, not to Nandor who thought that in a way or another, everyone found something attractive about him, and those that claimed that didn’t, simply were in denial. -- They were friends, and honestly, Nandor found the other quite easy on the eye, sure, perhaps he found him to be a bit on the short side for a man, but who wasn’t short compared to Nandor.

The door remained locked from the inside, all to satisfy a mutual curiosity, one that he was sure that Abraham didn’t want anyone else knowing about, so the last thing Nandor wanted was someone bursting into the room and scare the other away.

Nandor tended to be more upfront and straightforward in this sort of situation, but this time, he actually was being the opposite of that. Gentle. Soft. Mostly because of the friendship between the two, and in case Abraham changed his mind and the last second. -- Nandor put his hand on the back of the other's neck, and leaned forward to press his own lips against his. It was only a simple and brief kiss and nothing more, but it all depended on Abraham's reaction to it. If he wanted it to stop, it would, but if he wanted to prolonged this moment between the two and make it last more than just a few seconds, Nandor certainly wouldn't mind that either.

[mcnecter]

@lgendry​: 🔴 + 8 (hehe)

julia’s blood lust. | accepting

                         ( she admits to herself - even as preternatural strength shoves WEAKENED mortal against the wall, cracking cold stone - that he had been the first worthy opponent she had BATTLED in a century. though he was pinned to stone a bruised, BLOODY mess the bride had a few close calls herself; wounds stained DIAPHANOUS gown shades of deep crimson, &. blood dripped from a cut lip. but now, now the VEXING hunter was defeated, &. the bride could claim her REWARD - his life force, leaking so freely wastefully from his wounds, smeared on his features, SEDUCING the monster within. julia is terrifyingly, MAGNIFICENTLY beautiful as all predators are, for there is no need to restrain BURNING thirst any longer, a wolf nearly foaming at the mouth in anticipation for the KILL. ) 

                         ( a single hand, gripping with the strength of IRON shackles, pins his wrists above his head, freezing breath still heavy from the EXERTION of recent confrontation. silhouette presses to his, aquiline nose brushing against his features - black gaze unnerving with their complete ABSENCE of light, the eyes of an unsympathetic MANEATER. the bride can taste his scent on his tongue, PALPABLE, the effort taken to not DEVOUR him even in these passing seconds is immense. a sigh, almost DISAPPOINTED, somehow escapes clenched teeth before restrained, accented cadence fills what little space there is between them. ) 

                         ‘ i must confess, it will be a pity killing you. you were a worthy opponent - but victory is mine, little hunter, and i take ... whatever i desire. ‘ 

                         ( a pause in her speech as free digits slide into his thick hair, JERKING cranium to the side so his throat is BARED beneath full lips. carotid artery thuds beneath such FRAGILE skin, fiery hunger making her grip even tighter, four pearly fangs GLINTING with her soft hiss. her tongue is wet, cold, pointed as it GLIDES along his skin, the mere taste causing a shudder to move through sensuous form, GOOSEBUMPS forming along her arms. julia cannot wait any longer - even though her eyes are a deep onyx the sudden DILATION of her pupils is still visible &. unnerving. enticing lips part to reveal GLISTENING fangs; the entire world seems to tremble moments before monstrous teeth sink into the hunter’s flesh, skin parting so easily beneath her lips as BLOOD begins to flood her mouth in a VERMILLION stream. )

[thatslayer]

@lgendry​ liked for a tiny, tiny starter.

               “How’s one guy find his way to every crime scene in the city?”

[ofpsalms]

 @lgendry​ gets a small plotted thingy

   ❝ Close your eyes and hold out your hands ❞ She hoped the excited grin that she was desperately trying to repress wasn’t giving away too much about what was currently asleep in the pocket of her long coat. He’d been interested in learning about the other creatures she dealt with, had he not?

     ❝ Trust me, Abraham. I swear this isn’t a prank, on my honor. ❞  

[arc-sunsymbols]

How's the weather up there?

        “I guess you’ll never know.”

[rrguearch]

abe literally dates vampires and vampires only.

[undeadunalive]

@lgendry​ l  ✚

“Do you often brave the streets alone at night? That is rather... risky, is it not?”

[count-v-dracula]

@lgendry​ ;••••; asked▬

“ you’re not nearly as quiet as you believe yourself to be. ”

“I am typically not the quiet individual, Abraham,” Dracula drawled through a long sigh, rolling his eyes, making sure Abraham saw, “especially when it comes to you.” Ugh. If this man hated him so much why did he keep hanging around? Was it to get a rise from the Count? “What is it now? Spit it out. I would rather use my limitless time doing anything than be in your presence or hear your speculations.”

[vyrulent]

“I feel kinda… dizzy…” for jack

vulnerable meme || @lgendry

“Is it a sick dizzy or a drunken dizzy,” Jack asked, uncertain on what could be ailing his friend. The man before him, from what Jack knew, wasn’t one to drink to inebriation so he doubted it, but he didn’t look sickly either. 

“Or was it something that you saw?”

God, he hoped it was just a related to illness or drink. The last thing Jack wanted was to be looped into something supernatural once more.

[therelentless]

@lgendry​ asked: “ memory is more often a curse than a blessing. ”

was this a meme? who knows! part.146

“Tell me about it.” There were faces, names, and events that Nandor easily forgot and was never able to remember, but there were things, people that were still very present in his memories regardless of how many years it had been since the last time he saw them. “Sometimes I hear of those people that hit their head and lose their memories, and if I tell you the truth, I wouldn’t mind if that happened to me, I actually would kind of like it. Imagine! it would be like starting from zero all over again. No guilt, no people to miss. Do you think that kind of thing can happen to a vampire? lose his memories just like that?”

[zeitlosleben]

Send me “?” and i’ll write a starter for you      { @lgendry​ ;;

“I’m never leaving.“ And that was a fact, whether he liked it or not, after all, what could he do to get rid of her? She was a ghost, a spirit, a specter, whatever he wanted to call it, getting rid of her wasn’t going to be an easy task, especially when she herself had been bored and now he was her entertainment. “So why not just get used to my presence instead and learn to appreciate it. Don’t worry, I promise not to scare you to death in the middle of the night.”

[thatslayer]

@lgendry​ says, ❝   do you always accuse people you’ve just met of lying? ❞

               "Just the liars. And don’t gimme no look like you don’t know what I’m talking about, neither. Smell hunter all over you. Or, maybe I’m wrong? Maybe you got a perfectly logical reason for being in a cemetery at three in the morning?”

[ofpsalms]

 @lgendry​ asked ❝  we may not survive this. in fact, our chances are slim.  ❞

 Silence. 

Nico had never taken much stock in how she would meet God. She’d always imagined it be at a great age sometime in the 20th century, in a comfortable bedroom of a vineyard in southern Naples, surrounded by her many children and grandchildren- her name etched into the history books and the future of the De Angelis line assured. The thought of that future so cruelly ripped away from her nearly made her weep.

It was odd, how with the prospect of DEATH looming so close over the pair, her residual bitterness, her anger at his clan for their part in the near annihilation of her own ancient line, seemed to dissipate. It was almost POETIC, a De Angelis and a Van Helsing dying side by side, after three hundred years of it being common knowledge among hunters to never place a members of the families in even the same town together.  

Despite herself, Nico let out a breath of laughter.  ❝ Do you know how our faith condemns reckless gambling? I myself am not a betting woman by any means, and yet- ❞ She took a small breath. ❝ -And yet if there were any hunter in God’s Creation I would gamble on saving my life, it would be the great Abraham Van Helsing.❞

 ❝ If we die, ❞ She continued on, looking to him now.  ❝ Then it is an honor to die by your side. Just as it was to live by your side. ❞

[arc-sunsymbols]

“We can’t hide forever, you know.”

scream prompts—☼

       “Well, I never said forever.” But another twenty minutes certainly wouldn’t hurt, especially when Sam was sure the stitches in his side had been torn open. “We just need to .  .  . to figure out where we’re headin. I don’t see a point in going back out there if we’re just gonna get more lost.”

[rrguearch]

“  i think i simply am too hard to love  ”  // @lgendry​.  (  lost meme  )

     TROUBLED WORDS brought by troubled thoughts, a pained frown adorning her features. Something within her heart snaps, his words shattering her very existence. In an instance, hands took his own, thumbs brushing against his skin. Soothing, comforting him. An attempt to comfort him, to assure him that he was lying to himself.

     ❛  Cuore mio.  ❜  LITTLE PHRASES, a comfort she knew he enjoyed.  ❛  As the woman who adores, who loves you, I can say that those words of yours are simply a lie. Many love you, your daughters in particular, but no one more than me.  ❜

[vivificantem]

@lgendry​  call!

     He hadn’t expected this particular ghost of his past to haunt him. Perhaps that was best evident on his features- for a look of utter surprise crossed them at the sight of his kindly former professor at the entrance of his cluttered laboratory. Had the timeframe of this sudden meeting not been so critical, he may have laughed at the surrealism of it all- his distant memories of that one semester he’d spent in the man’s lectures had never truly been able to reconcile with the stories he’d been told. Yet, in these seven years since his apparent demise in the Arctic, he’d developed something slightly akin to wisdom. Taking into account the nature of his clients, he knew why the other was here, and knew, for the sake of his own skin, he had to stall for time. The commissions he took could never be easy, could they? 

     Victor slowly rose from his notes, his newfound annoyance and contempt for the other man barely hidden as his mind pieced together what little he personally remembered of him. 

   ❝ Professor Van Helsing. ❞  His voice was crisp, though they had simply run into each other in the streets of Geneva. ❝ What has it been? Twelve years? ❞ He allowed for a pause, a brief glance in the direction of the two covered bodies that lay on their tables amongst the various beakers and contraptions. ❝ I suppose you fancy me a madman.❞ Sleepless eyes observed the vampire hunter once more. ❝ A blasphemer, even. ❞