#moonlitnocturne (alucard)

[tragedyloved]

@gatheringstars // for that tre//phacard modern au

            Adrian draped himself over the couch with feline grace, his blond locks falling over the backrest. He leaned his cheek into one palm, the other holding his phone as he half-ignored texts. Belmont was sat at the computer, looking far too serious for his own good. It was only job applications. Adrian wished the worse thing he had to do was get a job. He peered at the screen, frowning at another job title. 

                         “Are you certain you want to chain yourself to that slave labor?” He said, gaze dropping back to his buzzing cell phone. Another two texts from the chat he was in. It was easier to focus on Trevor’s problems than acknowledge the mounting stress that was his own. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d woken up without a headache. 

            It had been a little over two months since he’d started living with the two humans. His erratic schedule meant he spent a lot more time with their freeloading roommate than he did Sypha. Adrian didn’t have a single modeling gig that week, and he was having the worst art block. The sketchbook abandoned on the sofa’s armrest had an angry whirlwind of scribbles.

                          “You know, you really could make a good model, Trevor.” Adrian looked up from his phone again. “You clean up well. I know exactly what would look good on you, get a few headshots... you could be posing for shoot in a week or two.”

[tragedyloved]

@gatheringstars // is getting caught up in castlev/ania hell with me

       Adrian heard the horses, the wheels of the wagon dragged over uneven terrain long before it arrived near the front steps of the castle. He had listened for their heartbeats. He caught their scent on the wind. It mingled with the scent of the woods, the dewy morning air, and the rotting stench of decay. He allowed himself to be surprised for a moment. In his isolation and solitude, he had forced himself to believe that they would not return. Belmont had gifted him the Hold, after all. There was no reason for him to come back, even if Adrian had only decided to restore the place for Trevor. It was a lot easier to take care of the Hold than it was to force himself through the halls of the castle. He hadn’t gotten back around to doing the work, not since the...intruders. 

     There was an eerie silence once the wagon stopped. The horses did a little uncomfortable dance of their hooves, but remained steady and silent. Adrian could practically hear the insects in the trees, in the grass and leaves. Had they come upon the corpses yet? Had they seen his impulsive actions and question his sanity? Adrian held back a sigh as he strode forward, buckets in hand, looking far too domestic for the scene that greeted him. He set the buckets down. The carriage obscured them from view and he almost kept it that way. Let them ponder. Adrian stalked around the obstruction, passing the horses with not a glance. 

                       “You’ve returned,” he said, announcing his presence at a tentative distance. “What an unfortunate surprise. I’m afraid the castle isn’t open to visitors anymore.”

[tragedyloved]

@seesgood // didnt ask for anything but i offered alucard anyway

       No matter the part of the world, small towns always felt like the old world. Time stopped. They still held a little of the magic that once was so pervasive. Hidden in nooks and crannies where witches still practiced and descendants of legacy clans passed down old stories they no longer believed. The United States wasn’t as old as all the countries in Europe, but history had traveled across the sea. History and the underworld. 

        So much had changed, and yet so much stayed the same. Whispers of vampire attacks, werewolves, magic. Adrian had not been looking for a hunt. He had other work, the kind that didn’t involve the supernatural at all. That didn’t mean he could ignore the troubling signs that plagued the town known as Mystic Falls. It didn’t take all that long to find out everything he needed to know about the Salvatores, about the werewolves, this little bubble of the underworld that didn’t quite work like the outside. 

       The vampire was young--the first thing Adrian was well aware of. Recently turned within the last few years at most. It wasn’t a promising sign for the town’s state of affairs. 

                       “My apologies for interrupting,” Adrian introduced himself, removing the I.D and badge from the casually worn suit jacket. “My name is Adrian Tepes. I don’t wish to take up too much of your time, but I’d like to ask a few questions about your town, if I may?”

[tragedyloved]

📱 //Adrian's texts to either Trevor or Sypha... or both!

@gatheringstars // 5 + 1 texts

[Sypha; 3:35pm]:  Are you and Belmont dating? (draft)

[Sypha; 3:35pm]: It’s not any of my business, but are you seeing some (draft)

[Sypha; 3:35pm]: Would you like to get a coffee (draft)

[Sypha; 3:35pm]: This really shouldn’t be so hard. I don’t know why I’m acting like a TEENAGER (draft)

[Sypha; 3:36pm]: shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate (draft)

[Sypha; 3:52pm]: I’m at Starbucks, do you want anything? (sent)

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[Trevor; 2:02am]: i rlly dont want u to hate me (draft)

[Trevor; 2:05am]: pls pls dont hate me (draft)

[Trevor; 2:07am]: i really need to talk to u (draft)

[Trevor; 2:10am]:  i kno y we fight cuz we both hate ourselves lol (draft)

[Trevor; 2:12am]: omg im so drunk (draft)

[Trevor; 2:15am]: i fukced up could u help me get home lol im vry drunk (sent)

[tragedyloved]

@xdauthra // is ignoring the, uh, keep out sign in front of alucard’s castle

      It had been weeks since the incident. Try as he might, the daily rituals he had once found a small hint of solace in were no longer peaceful. He was waiting for others to come, drawn by the castle’s presence and certain that, by now, news of his father’s death had to be widespread. If the two would-be vampire hunters had come from so far, Adrian expected others. In his solitude he had considered whether his acute reaction to their betrayal had been dramatic. After all, one incident hardly meant all others would be the same. It would be so very cynical and far too much like his father to believe every single visitor would want to harm him in the same way.

        (And yet. It was that kind of naive thinking that had killed his mother, wasn’t it? What would Belmont and Sypha do if they returned to find the bodies there, reeking and picked apart? Would they think he had taken up his father’s crusade?)

      Whatever the case may be, the deed was done, and they were still there when the daring newcomer came along. Adrian had to marvel at the audacity as he peered out the window. Well. He supposed a greeting was in order, then. He faded into mist, seeping from the window and coalescing upon the steps the intruder peered up at. He stared down at her, displeasure written across his brow. 

                 “I would think the spiked corpses would be enough of a deterrent, but perhaps I was wrong,” Adrian said as way of greeting. “There is nothing for you here. Be gone, or you might find yourself in a similar state.” 

[tragedyloved]

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