( apperceives. )

“Not a truly difficult thing, my love. I am halfway there already.”

She caries no aversion for this life, and therefore admitting that digits are frozen from a still heart does not trouble her. As fingers curl around the shoulders of her husband, Carmen leans for- ward to press a kiss against his cheek. She laughs, & the melodious chuckle is released into his skin.

“You must have memorized every word of it by now, Ellie.”

Eleazar raises his eyebrows, mock-aghast, in response to that ludicrously terrible pet name for which he has expressed his great distaste numerous times, most of these in her vicinity. But, despite his appalled and somewhat hurt bearing, he reciprocates a kiss to her cheek.

“That name… I ought to keep reading if you are so intent on calling me that. You know quite well that I shall.”

#dxnali #short #v; main

“Eleazar.”

She whispers his name, but he is sure to hear it with perfect clarity. The woman moves quickly to perch on the top of the sofa in which he rests, both hands placed securely on his shoulders. If he does not move, she will surely move him!

“Will you ever stop reading that book?”

#ooc #( SERIOUSLY.#i need to stop monopolizing brian right now.#i'm going to try to get eleazar back up again because i love his ass to death. )

“A very silly question, I must confess. You know me better than that, I think.”

A grin creeps to his lips even as his brows perch on his pallid forehead, and he leans into Carmen's touch as he often does. He, of course, feels that perhaps he's taken to ignoring her in favor of this book. Perhaps he can make amends now.

“Never. You must pry it from my cold, dead hands, my bird.”

#dxnali #short #v; main

guess who sucks? this bitch!

“I love you.”

She does, truly, and with every ounce of compassion and trust her heart can muster. Carmen believes her actions unfair; he has given her his heart and she has promised nothing so solid in return. Her hands fall from his arms, but quickly rise to twist and turn by her torso. The woman has no heart rate, but should she, it would have surely been heard by all.

“I have been around quite a few friends, you know—but they have all found their homes elsewhere. I suppose I am just wary of being left behind again. Forgive me, darling.”

Their eyes are equally wide with the weight of her exposure, and a breath slips his mouth within the first moment of her words' passing. Truth be told, Eleazar realizes that there is no reason for elation to swell in his chest and flit through his gaze with such a fury, given that he understood full well that she has felt as such all these weeks, yet the word and its profoundness—love—steeps him in itself.

❝I would never forsake you, my Carmen. Not as they have. Not with the tether between us. To realize that I have not misunderstood your gestures is liberating, verily… I love you, too.❞

#ooc #( and by this i mean spain getting creamed by the netherlands. )

Eleazar is just going to pretend this isn’t happening right now.

jacksonrathbons

#photo #lover #identifier #( look at these babes. )

fyremutt

it's raining. for the fourth day in a row.

so of course she's moody as anything.

❝ it'd be really great if we got some sunshine here every so often. ❞

damned olympic peninsula.

#odoratio #short #v; main

Being partial to the warmth and brilliance of his mother land, Eleazar might concur, but, rather—he chortles.

❝—And do what then, Bella? Hide from it?❞

Do you have any memories you wish you could forget?

No. My memories are ample. Many are poignant, but I could never bring myself to forget anything. Our experiences, and thus our recollections, shape we for better or for worse, and I believe that mine have enlightened me. I was once an ignorant fool, but my discoveries regarding my past—while detrimental to my confidence for a time, and perhaps now still—have elucidated my purpose; my true purpose, that is. I do enjoy being purposeful, after all.

#enlightened #anonymous

“I promise that I will never leave, that I will stand by your side for eternity. I promise to do as you ask, but you should not fear. I shall not be going anywhere.”

She realizes what this means, that she has voiced her adoration, though not outright. What is keeping her from these careful articulations has long passed; Carmen has no reason to refrain from those syllables other than her own outlandish fear. He will not do like all the rest, she is certain! So why does this bother her so? Hands remove from their place behind him to settle on his arms, as though preparing to push him away.

“Would you do the same for me? If you do not wish for me to stay, I shall go, and leave you to your employment.”

Thwarted. Of course. And not only by her response, but by her defensive posture, with her hands curled around his biceps as if preparing to thrust him back. Her hesitance has forced his introspection yet again. Is this a fault of his? What has he done to deter her from the words he craves to hear; the words that he already knows to be true, but validate all the same? Eleazar's eyes drift from hers, his lips pursing as he conceals all of his fears masterfully.

❝I promise the same, but I wonder why you are so keen on remaining by my side with no tether. Not once have you articulated your impetus. I'd be enthralled to hear it, Carmen.❞

WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE

“Anything.”

It is in complete earnest that she whispers the careful locution. Surely he would not ask of her what she cannot give! Carmen has repeated her love over & over, but he is not a mind reader! There is only one promise she cannot make, and that is to stay here—where cruel justice makes its name. Digits rise to press against his cold features, as her head tilts in wonderment.

Anything. Does she truly mean what she believes? Her warmth and truth radiates from her demeanor, her love, most profoundly, but his silence does not relent as he confronts all that she is and reassures himself that she would never do what he fears. He sighs as his fingers weave through her locks, both ardor and uncertainty corrupting his gaze while he tilts toward her touch unconsciously.

❝If ever you love me not, you must inform me, and you must leave. Promise me this.❞

Skull tilts to the side as hair flies to trickle down her shoulders. Carmen is even more pleased that she appears, though glee is hardly hidden. Limbs that are wrapped around his neck are lowered to curl gently around his torso. Digits interlock behind him as the woman's laugh begins as his sentence ends.

“I see nothing selfish in you, Eleazar. I have not been so happy in decades. If anything, you deserve a reward! What would a man like you desire the most, hm?”

#dxnali #short #v; catalyst #( the great gatsby! duh. )

His beaming smile wavers abruptly, but it does not falter, in the wake of her simple query. He is not lost as to what to say; in fact, the reason for his silence is the result of his initial response. A man like him would desire the articulation of her adoration, and it would be cowardly of him not to verbalize himself! And yet, he would not like to force her hand!

❝A man like I would desire a promise. Will you promise me something, darling?❞

lenoreamidala

#photo #mentor #patriot #betrayed #lover #identifier #taser

franfiine-deactivated20151002

It's not his fault for that, really, she's just the walking embodiment of desperate. The pity isn't needed because she's back to her old chipper self; you could say moody much?

“Oh, Eleazar, dear, really— I couldn't have agreed with you any more. I mean c'mon! What more could they want!? To me, you men have really high standards— thinking us women expect a lot, your kind is guilty, too, of this crime! I'm tellin’ ya! That unrequited love— psshhh, sure. If that's the case I got no time for cowards!”

#franfiine #short #v; main

He has half a mind to take offense at her inadvertent insult—not in that she believes men to be demanding, but in that she believes that men who fear confession of love to be cowardly—but he chooses not to, as he feels that she must have experience with unrequited love herself. Quite a shame, too, in his mind.

❝Bitterness is needless, Ms. Fine. I truly believe that we come upon love when we least expect it. You must have hope, and you must be patient.❞

“Ah—and here stands a wise strategist! No better plan has been created, and I highly doubt any has been executed so flawlessly. But you need not do this! I am happy in your company despite what possessions I hold. All the same, I do adore them.”

Limber arms stretch to wrap digits both in and around the curls of his hair. She leans away, though anchored by her own grasp, as borders of her mouth spread. She is enamored by almost everything about him, but one trait remains. His loyalty to his comrades is admirable. However, she herself does not feel this pull to his masters. Perhaps now she will be able to persuade him to leave this castle behind!

While he is tempted to boastfully explain that he is indeed a strategist, he refrains and resigns himself to purring brazenly as her fingers tease his hair. He draws his neck toward her, his head canting to the right, as his grin unfurls further in both amusement and slight, innocuous suspicion. He has known her for a mere seven weeks, but he has memorized all of her slightest facial quirks; he recognizes slyness when he takes note of it ( always ).

❝You adore them, and that is precisely why I bestow them upon you. Your joy is mine, is it not? Perhaps it is rather selfish of me to give you all these extravagant gifts…❞

daisyspat-a-deactivated20190604

She breathes him in, the faint scent of the Spanish mimosas that had seeped into her skin during her stay with him long ago enters her once again, a dizzy spell of home finally settling. In this moment he could crush her, turn her bones into dust & she would die with a smile of content.

{ & this was the curse of yearning. }

Her smile returns, a nod of understanding being the first answer she gives as her hands rest against his forearms.

❝ Neither can I ! Look, we can go out to the balcony ; it's shaded. & I'd offer a drink but ——— anyways, how are things back home ?❞

#nxmphe #short #v; what lies ahead

The warmth of her hands sinks through the fabric of his jacket, though not unsettlingly; contentment comes of her physical humanity, by contrast to his evident inhumanity. He is cold and dead while she radiates the heat of the living. Truthfully, he hasn't stood in such close vicinity to life since he hunted last ( which has perhaps been somewhat too long ), but Emilina has already been his most unfortunate prey, and he no longer feels such a pull to her. He may now bask in her humanness freely; blessedly. And, with a smile epitomizing the very warmth he naturally lacks.

❝Magnificent, as always. I expect that you've fared well, too? You certainly look well, dear.❞

calisvol

This one was proving to be far better company than originally preconceived. His own simper broadens greatly, but then it falters at the prompt for his reasoning behind it. Alucard thinks of the years spent in the century under Hellsing's directive, expression sobering like the graying of summer skies. For generations he'd slaughtered vampires, but in the last seventy years, they'd all been his bastardized kin. “…I wish to see the world outside of a cage. To finally do good, but of no one's directive but my own. …To do so freely.”