Haunted-Heretics

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dhampiresdamnation:

  The male merely offered a sigh in response to the woman’s inquiries. At this point it was becoming evident that she was not going to listen to him regardless of what he said. Trying to scare her into obedience wasn’t really going to happen either. Mostly because he currently had no reason to be hostile, and because he saw no point to it. He was quite unlike his father in that sense. The passive nature he had taken on appeared to have come from his mother’s side.

  “If you remain reluctant to call me by my desired name, then Rian would be the most suitable, given my lineage.” He stated. Albeit, rather than follow with the woman’s suggestions, the Dhampir moved so that he could kneel in front of the pile of leaves. He began to sift through them with his hand, but that lasted for but a moment before he pulled a lone leaf from the pile to look at it. There was nothing special about it. The leaf was not of a vibrant yellow or orange color, nor had it taken on a deep red hue. Rather, it was of a pale brown shade. He stared at it as it rested loosely upon his fingers. As it were, he appeared to be in thought.

     Rolling her eyes, Ciara just quietly huffed a bit as she watched him. Honestly she was debating just calling him Ally to annoy him a little more, but ended up deciding against it. Maybe she’d do that whenever she decided he was being too much of an ass. That was a fair trade right? He annoyed her and she would in turn annoy him? Probably wouldn’t end up him deciding to impale her with a sword right? No, she knew it was a stupid plan but she was going to do it anyway.

     As he knelt down in front of the pile, Ciara waited for him to do something aside from just, dig around in the leaves. Did he think she had put stakes in it or something? However when he just ended up staring at one particular leaf, she couldn’t help but be a little curious. She wondered what could be going through his mind at that moment, to cause the look on his face. A brief moment passed and suddenly Ciara realized, she didn’t want to know, she wanted him to go back to being indifferent, if not rude, if only so she didn’t feel like she accidentally tread on ground she shouldn’t have treaded on.

While he was still staring at his lead, the witch scooped up a big handful before walking around to behind him and dumping them on his head. If he clued in at the last moment he could probably get out of the way, but otherwise he was going to get a leafy shower.

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dhampiresdamnation:

  The Dhampir offered an evident huff in response to this. The last thing that he was in the mood for was to have a slightly older young lady behave as though she were his mother. The similarities between she and his dearly departed mother did nothing to help to lighten his mood, either. If anything, this was the closest that he had come to feeling bitter in a long time.

  “You are to call my either Adrian or Alucard, woman. None of these silly nickname.” Alucard retorted, having apparently taken some sort of offense to the little nickname that Ciara had given him. Quite possibly because it sounded more friendly than he was comfortable with allowing. Even as he did this, he came to stiffly stand in front of the pile of fallen leaves that the witch had established. At this point he looked as though he were at least someone lost. Be it because of his current emotional state or because he had somehow genuinely forgotten how to behave like a child, it definitely seemed as though he hadn’t the slightest clue of how he was to even go about the act of pretending to play in the leaves.

“How about... Adri? I guess Rian would work too...” The witch shrugged as she spoke, watch the Dhamire, fairly amused. However when he stopped in front of the leaves, she rose a brow and walked towards him. “You know. You should go back a few paces and run and jump in. Not just fall into it.” 

Her gaze didn’t leave his form as she spoke, an idle bit of worry in her gaze for only a moment before it was forced away. She refused to pity him, not for as long as he sided with his father about the state of Wallachia. He was a monster, and she was aware of that, but he also had the heart of a human, so she wanted to try and save him the only way she really knew how too. By treating him as such.

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dhampiresdamnation:

  The Dhampir sighed at this and raised a hand to run his fingers through his overgrown blonde hair. He almost appeared to be tired. But then again, he likely only wished to sleep for the sake of escaping his own boredom.

  “Twenty. I am twenty. And I stopped partaking in these childish pastimes well over a decade ago, when they lost their value.” Alucard stated, sitting up completely upon the sturdy branch of the tree which supported his body. Given the expression on his face, one might have assumed that he had taken some sort of offense with Ciara’s words. But again, his voice remained dull as ever. Either way, he had more or less fallen for the witches taunt. If only under his own belief that he would show her just how boring it was to roll around in dirty dead leaves.

     “You are never too old to have fun Alucard.” Ciara mused lightly, a cheeky grin still on her face. A small part of her knew he wouldn’t enjoy it. The Dhampir didn’t seem to enjoy anything anymore, and she wanted to fix that. Especially now that she knew he was younger then her. “Besides Ally, If a Twenty-Three year old like myself can take enjoyment in it. Surely a youngin like you could have some fun~”

     She’d probably have better luck with getting him to enjoy himself if she just stopped teasing him every chance she got but, where was the fun in that?

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  The Dhampir found himself sitting up faintly as he continued to observe the unusually playful witch. Or, unusually playful from the perspective of someone who would have expected different from someone in her situation. Most people were inherently uneasy around creatures such as himself. Then again, given who and what she had as a brother, he could almost understand why she remained completely unafraid of him. Almost.

  “What fun could possibly be had by rolling around in leaf litter?” Alucard inquired. As bitter as his words might have been, there was nothing to his voice which might imply some sort of anger or disgust. He merely sounded bored. Like a child which had lost any and all interest in that which was around him.

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Ciara rolled her eyes at his words before going to repile up the leaves and going to walk over the the Dhamire himself. “Go on and try it. Surely this is something you did as a child.” She stated, placing her hands on her hips. “Or are you going to say that at the rip old age of... what? 2...0..? 25? You’re too old to have fun?” 

She could only guess at his age, and figured she would have some mild luck in those ranges. Her pointed stare however drifting into a more playful smirk as she turned on her heels and started to walk away. “Then again, you do seem like an old fart so maybe it’d be pointless to assume you know how to have any fun”

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😝 - I want to see Ciara acting like a goofball. - DD

Pick A Face, Any Face

Ciara hummed an idle tune as she piled up various, non toxic leafs into a pile. Once she figured her pile was large enough, the witch turned and walked a good distance away before facing the pile once more and running towards it, leaping into the leaves, giggling as they foliage shoot out everywhere. These moments of just playing around where far and few between, so the young witch had every intention of enjoying herself.

When she sat up and say a blond haired man watching her, her grin grew a little as she offered a lazy smile “What, do stuck up princes want to join in the fun?”

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“I’m not sure what you’re expecting. I’m pretty open with how I think you all should fuck off.” Ryver offered a blank stare to the Dhamire 

“There is nothing to hide, not any more. Here I stand in a church as it’s priest, my biggest secret. People already know I’m angry and frustrated with the world, I’ve never hid it. I think Wallachia is currently a festering shit hole due to the whims of crazy fools like the church and you and your father. But People Already Know That. Any other questions?”

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[haunted-heretics]

"Ah. Ms. Newel, good day to you," the Shinigami folds his arms into the sleeves of his haori and smiles politely, "Where are you headed today?"

Meyla turned her head to look at the man speaking to her before smiling softly. “Hello Again Mr. Aizen. We certainly seem to have a knack for running into each other don’t we.” She commented with a smile before motioning in the direction of one the market place. 

“I was on my way to go grocery shopping. I need some things for lunch and dinner tonight... Would you care to join me? I don’t mind making food for someone else if you’d like too.” As she spoke, Meyla couldn’t help but wonder if the strange man in front of her lived in the area, why else would he be frequenting these streets? Something did seem off about him however, and she could never really quite put her finger on what it might be.

Hopefully he wasn’t anyone, or anything, too dangerous.

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Priesthood

Heya! I’m Back. Mostly. Have this drabble of Ryver :> It’s a long one though, Under a read more it goes.

Ryver was silent as he walked through the small town he lived in with his sister, deep in thought about how the small country was slowly falling apart. Ever since the night horde started to travel through the country destroy as much as they could in their wake, people always seemed so lifeless and hopeless of anything ever getting better. The routines and world order they had come to know was gone; snatched away without a moments hesitation. Everything from the small creature comforts at home to the church that they were so used to having in their day to day lives, telling them that they were safe from these sorts of monsters. The beasts that plagued Wallachia took it all away in that first attack on Targoviste.

Pausing his thoughts for a moment, the young man went to assist a group of people moving the new dead into something akin to a mass grave just a little bit aways from the town. As he assisted, Ryver tried to silence the part of him that weaped for these people simply tossed into a hole in the ground. None of them had received their last rites nor would they be properly put to rest to meet their father in heaven. It stung him in his soul to know that this is what the country was falling too. However, he knew it was because there was no priests in the town. They were already killed by the night horde during one of the earlier attacks to the settlement, crippling these people from ever getting access to anything that might hurt the beasts.

Helping place down the last body the brunet turned and started to walk away from the mass grave, heart heavy with grief. Despite his falling out with the church, Ryver was still a devote and loyal man to god and seeing this town so... forsaken truly upset him. Without truly realizing it, the young man slowly made his way to the abandoned church that sat in the center of the town.

Once he reached the building there was a brief pause from him, a hesitance that was almost uncharacteristic of him before he went to walk inside the church. Looking around inside showed that the church was filthy. Dust and dirt covered the floor along with blood that had long dried on the wooden floor. Shattered wood lay along the ground from when pews had been destroyed, likely by the beasts that broke in to kill the priests. There was only a moment longer of a pause before he tied up his hair with a string and headed back out to the well and get some water. He had a lot of cleaning to do.

For the next week, all Ryver worked on was repairing what he could of the church. People didn’t quite understand, as far as they knew, there weren’t any priests left to reside in the abandoned house of god. It was a little amusing to him, knowing how wrong they were about that. He didn’t seem the priestly type but, he was well and truly a man of god. But before he could go and reveal any of that he needed to make sure that they could at least have a place of worship, a place where they could feel close to god. A place where they could pretend that they felt safe in. It was those thoughts that pushed him to finish the repairs. The thought of keeping people from utter despair in these times of evil.

It had take two weeks to fully repair and refurnish the church, with a lot of it being full days of non stop work. But now at last, the house of worship was ready to be used once more. The very next morning upon his completion of the job, Ryver had actually walked down into the basement, and for the first time in years, donned his priest garb. It felt… odd for him to be wearing it again after damning the church to hell, but he wasn’t wearing it for them. It was wearing it in the hopes of helping the people of his town. He offered a quick prayer to the father above before heading out of his home.

His first stop would be the grave outside of town, he needed to put those souls to rest first. Afterwards it was to the church. Where, after three years, he would finally take up his job as a priest once more. And while he’d never admit to it, it finally felt like a piece of him was at peace. He could on hope that this would truly work.

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[[ -screams- ask me things plz]]

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Meyla: what is your biggest regret? Ryver: who is someone you trust to help you make the right decisions?

Meyla was silent as she thought about everything before smiling softly “Not being able to say good bye to my mother before we left home. I’m sure she’s worried sick about us..” There were certainly other things she truly regretted in life, but that was one of the bigger ones. One she could have actually done something about if she had had the time.

Ryver placed his hands on his sisters shoulders and cocked a brow. “Didja expect someone else? I don’t trust anyone as much as I trust her. Though I guess the hunter is someone else I’d go to advice if the opportunity showed itself.”