calling me.

[sorcerae-blog]

I SWEAR, I USUALLY DRESS BETTER.

      { :; ♛ ;: }  Leon shined a tomato against the rather symbiotic costume he found himself ensnared within for the time being. As much as he was both physically and mentally uneasy about the whole arrangement, for the most part he didn’t feel any different mentally as others did - or were seeming to. The changes within some people were rather evident - for one thing, Eli lost the gentle side of her and seemed much more… sinister than usual. As much as it frightened the prince that she was under the influence of her own costume, the fact that it seemed to be a common occurrence scared him more. 

      As much as he could consider himself scared, that is.

      Taking a deep bite into the fruit, Leon sat himself down on a bench in a nearby park that seemed, for the time being, untouched by the chaos that engulfed a city. While he wasn’t exactly unused to some city-wide mayhem from his time in Nohr, he certainly hadn’t been used to the exact happenings here. After all, costumes didn’t exactly graft themselves to people normally, and there weren’t the manner of crude beasts that now roamed the streets. 

      From his left, Leon heard the shuffling of footsteps as someone passed by, seeming just as ill-tempered as he was - he could tell that much from a mere glance at the other. And, yet, Leon wished to help them somehow - perhaps he wasn’t quite as mentally immune as he suspected.

“If you’re searching for a place to rest yourself for the time being, there’s enough room on this bench for one more.”

       Normally, Leon valued his privacy and quiet when he could get it, but seeing the other in such a mood seemed to spark something within the unusually-garbed prince. A side effect of the attire, perhaps, but for now he would just write it off as a rare act of unconditional kindness.

[laceros-blog]

          In so little time, the city had once again been thrown into the chaos of something those scientists had cooked up once again. There was one thing he knew for sure, though. He did not want any part of whatever was currently happening. As this was something he had half expected to come up nearing the time which people knew as Halloween. But he found himself frustrated that there wasn't a single place he could hide himself from the sudden commotion of the people. He'd just have to deal with it, he guesses. 

          There had to be a safe place, somewhere he could hide away until this was all over. Footsteps were quick and hurried as he moved through the the streets and alleys, only to hurriedly pass by someone seated on a bench, which he had originally paid no mind to. The sudden acknowledgement and speech towards him was enough to make him stop and turn, though. An eyebrow was raised before a sigh of defeat was given and he turned to walk back towards the other.

          He took a seat on the bench now, head hung for a moment before he raises, eyes still closed. ❝ I don't suppose that's your normal attire, is it? ❞ 

          ❝ It's...strange. ❞ What a way to start off a conversation.

[hualians]

 It’s really painful…  I want to drink blood…

[heraldings-deactivated20180704]

He supposes a little more warning would be nice, but he’d feel rude if he had never said anything regardless of hospitality. The sound is scarce, minus the sounds of traffic in the background and the common city noise dulled to a buzz.

However, it’s still difficult to hear the escort’s boots as he approaches with a few steps, bright blue eyes giving off a soft inhuman glow in the minor light. He takes the inquiry in stride, small smile unwavering.

“I would.” A simple confirmation for a simple question. 

“And apologize, as well.” A hand emerges from the cloak shrouding his body, a hand gently gesturing to the area around them. “I simply thought this would be the best place to see the constellations since it’s so open, if possible. Have you seen them?”

[laceros-blog]

          Truthfully, he doesn't mind the company even though he'd never outwardly say it. Though being away from the general populace of the city was what was best for him, it wasn't what he wanted. To have someone willingly want to be around him despite how rudely he spoke to them was strange. Usually after having said something like that, any normal person would have turned and left.

          And yet this one stays, even offering an apology if he had disturbed the other's stargazing. ❝ Forget it. ❞ A sigh as he turns his attention back towards the sky, that is until the other begins to speak again. ❝ I've seen them. If you'd be quiet for a moment and look at the sky, you'd see them, too. ❞

          A few moments of silence pass before he finally speaks again. ❝ And what exactly are you? ❞ It’s to the point, no beating around the brush. A bit out of nowhere, but so had been his original arrival.

[mumeito]

“It’s because of my blood.” It was hardly what he intended to say. Regardless, it came forth: concise and in a strained voice. That bestial form of his was a subject that was much easier on him emotionally when he was allowed to pussyfoot around the specifics. He hoped that anyone to ever hear a statement so vague wouldn’t bother to pry, since the result would be Asato’s failure to explain properly. Though, in this case, his sentiments would be his biggest obstacle. 

Why did someone have to be afraid of him? “For the same reason. That’s all I’m willing to say about it.” If he hadn’t run for the hills by now, there was no sense in trying to force him. He knew this, but his longing to understand was overwhelming enough to take precedence. Asato’s lips were sewn shut on the matter before he could disclose any further details, despite his conflicting desires. “It doesn’t worry you, so I’m happy.” This confession of sorts was ornamented with a faint smile. “… I’m Asato.”

[laceros-blog]

          Because of his blood.

          He was hated by people for what he was, not who he was. Something that he had no control over, something that he hadn't asked for and was unrightfully being judged by. It's a familiar feeling, to have people hate you just for being born. Though in Mikaela's case, it had been his own parents to cast him aside and not people as a whole. It was because of this that his usual icy exterior would soften for just a moment. 

          He understands, probably more than Asato realizes right now. And for that reason is why he doesn't turn and walk away right now. ❝ It doesn't bother me in the slightest, no. ❞ After all, outcasts had no reason to hate one another. Hair falls over his face as he turns his gaze elsewhere, giving a nod in acknowledgement at the other introducing himself. Guess he should do the same. ❝ ...Hyakuya Mikaela. ❞ He doesn’t smile, though.

          ❝ Though I can't exactly tell if it's a pleasure meeting you. ❞ This is as sincere as he can be.

[mumeito]

“That’s not it.” He immediately interjected. “Not the warning. I didn’t need it. —– People don’t normally talk to me. The reason didn’t matter.” It was almost like before realizing it Asato spoke from sentiments of appreciation and astonishment. Even here, there were people who very noticeably went out of their way to avoid him. It felt as though the looks of the already-intolerable crowds pierced him through– like they all knew he was a monster. He loathed this feeling, yet in this moment it was painted a dream. “Even though you don’t know me, you aren’t afraid.” And for that, Asato was content.

[laceros-blog]

          ❝ And I wonder why people don't speak with you. ❞ Though said mockingly, it is indeed a sincere question towards him. It's not like he was much different sans the ears and...tail. He's not a monster like he is, nobody should have any reason to ignore him. ❝ What reason would I have to be afraid? ❞ As far as he could see, he was really a threat...more like an obstacle. He doesn't really understand why he'd think himself in such a way. All he did was talk, talking wasn't so bad. Though he did sometimes find it annoying. But he knows what it’s like to be feared, his very existence is to be feared.

[mumeito]

“I see…” So his doubts on whether or not he was even in his own country anymore were given a grim sort of confirmation. It seemed that obtaining an answer to one question only yielded even more. This troubled Asato, who now stood with a much sturdier posture. Though still perplexed, he had at least overcome his bout of sadness now as if he steeled himself for what was to come. 

Do well to keep to yourself. A tidbit of advice he had followed for many years. At times, it might as well have been  his sole purpose of living. Whoever this was, he probably felt some tinge of pity for Asato. Not that it was necessary, but it couldn’t possibly be denied outright. 

“I come from Kira. The people there aren’t too kind to me… I won’t be bothered by it.” Although, if he went so far as to bother speaking to Asato himself, then… 

“Are you kind?”

[laceros-blog]

          So, he's used to being treated unkindly. Well, perhaps that's one small thing the both of them had in common. Vampires weren't exactly liked by humans and it went the same vice versa. The difference is that Mikaela has learned to shrug it off, there's no use in dwelling over who hates you anyway...unless they're important. 

         But to be asked whether he was kind or not. Was he kind? Could he call himself something of the sort when he went out of his way to avoid people? ❝ No. ❞ He shakes his head while saying so, half-tempted to abandon this conversation with that being established. For some reason though, he'd rather not walk away. 

          Not now at least. ❝ Don't mistake my warning for kindness. That was all it was, a warning. ❞

[yuiichiiros-deactivated20161007]

[laceros-blog]

Hyakuya Mikaela (asked by teetee-ali-xo)

“You want to know… what I am? That’s easy. All you have to do is look at me. I’m just an ugly blood-sucker.”

[gekaishi-deactivated20170627]

           The decor scattered across the living room had been adequate, and its overall space had been sufficient enough for the possibility of more than one person residing there. Yet he still wasn’t pleased with the results, as apparent from the elongated groan that croaked from his throat. Two others had already made their home here, their belongings prominent in every room of the residence. His feet would guide him to the sofa fixed in the center of the room. The back of his knees would briefly buckle against the edges of the cushions before he roughly reclined upon them, his foot then extended, slightly crossing over his leg. His arms stretched across either side of the backrest, hands firmly clasping its smooth railing.

Soft screeching could be heard from the doorway, evident that someone had been attempting to turn the door knob; a quick sound followed, indicating that the door had been unlatched, subsequent to a dulling silence. The other’s voice had been brief and blatant—he meant to announce his demands before any misconceptions were conceived. Brows creased, Law’s gaze was unfaltering and hidden well beneath the brim of his hat. “I don’t respond well to orders.” The corners of his lips curve downwards, reflecting his slight annoyance for the individual standing behind him. “Keep to yourself and we won’t have a problem.“

[laceros-blog]

          There has obviously been some type of misunderstanding between the both of them, this much is clear. When he had stated his demands, he'd expected something akin to a nod in return, to let him know that his wishes would be respected. To make it worse, he could not figure what this man sitting on the couch was thinking, expression hidden by the brim of the white fur hat he wore.

         Doesn't respond well to orders? That makes for the both of them, then. 

         Still, if they were to be able to co-exist peacefully, they would have to meet halfway in what each of them wants. And Mikaela is not willing to compromise for anyone, it is only right to be for one's self in a place such as this where you can trust no one. For a vampire who does not trust humans, this only serves to make him more apprehensive if they are not willing to listen. ❝ Then I suppose we have a problem. ❞ plainly said as he continues to stand in the frame of the door before stepping forward, allowing the door to close shut. It was just the two of them now.

         ❝ If this is the way you are to act, I see it'll be impossible to live together. ❞

[mumeito]

Speaking never was his strong suit, so why he even bothered pressing for information from passerby was beyond even himself. The flustered flurry of questions burst the metaphorical dam and gushed forth: where is this, have you seen ‘Konoe’, where are your ears and tail, etc. It was more than sufficient enough to stop him in his tracks with a retort like the one he was given. Jet black ears flattened and a matching tail drooped with Asato’s softened stare now downcast to his feet. 

“Sorry. I want to ask… is this Sisa?”

[laceros-blog]

          He also felt a bit sorry for this man, lost and alone in a city in which he knew no one or nothing. It's tough, but that's what one has to do here...survive, that is. Mikaela had no one and still has no one if he were honest. He has only his own thoughts to keep him company, as his room mates were not people he wanted to be around. 

          Eyebrows raise slightly as he notices the pair of ears flatten down after being told to slow down his speech. And he does, asking one single question now which Mikaela's not entirely sure how to answer. He's not sure what or where Sisa is, but that's definitely no place he's heard of. ❝ Whatever 'Sisa' is, this city is definitely not it. ❞ 

          ❝ You'd do well to keep to yourself. Not everyone here is...kind. ❞

[heraldings-deactivated20180704]

laceros ✽

“It’s lovely, isn’t it?”

A passing comment, an attempt at conversation. He’s not entirely wrong, or at least he isn’t to himself. Night was a particularly beautiful time, even if the light pollution from the numerous sky-scraping buildings of the hive made seeing the stars above somewhat of a struggle. Nothing like quite like Gokuto. 

Take new as an opportunity for learning, as some would say, even if it was an inconvenience. 

He isn’t expecting to see somebody else on this solitary walk, but he is friendly all the same. Even if the other doesn’t seem to be the most welcoming.

“I hope I haven’t disturbed you.”

[laceros-blog]

          “It’s lovely, isn’t it?” Once again when he thinks he's found somewhere to be alone, there's someone there to disturb him. It's common now, to be interrupted in his moments of peace. Mikaela usually pays no mind to people who speak to him, choosing to ignore them in favor of continuing as he was.

          But this one doesn't go away, he stays just where he stands and continues to speak with him. It is a nice night, though. The stars are visible if you cast your gaze high enough, the soft illumination of the street lamps proving to be no problem to this. 

          And he turns his head to the side now, facing the other before posing a question, ❝ And if I said you had, would you leave? ❞ 

          It’s the first time anyone has ever bothered to continue further conversation with him without leaving. May as well see where it goes from here.

[geistess-blog]

It’s absolutely unforgivable.

It’s rare she’d even consider wandering into this place, fueled by boredom and perhaps an urge to satisfy that dark curiosity she had always had. A quick flitter to the section marked horror, and she began perusing at her leisure.

Needless to say, she was disappointed.

“These are all terrible! Don’t you have anything actually haunting? You expect me to read this?!” This is all said with a manicured hand waving a cracked paperback with a typical scene illustrated on it’s front. These were all cliche, teenage horrors. She had little interest in these types of things, all just unexciting gory scenes and unnecessary PDA. However, it seemed a lot of people didn’t agree with her. Including the man who decided to so rudely interject and comment.

“Excuse me?! How rude! You clearly have no idea how to speak to a lady!” One quick, huffy stride, and she plants herself firmly in front of him with a clearly unpleasant look on her face.

“The only inconsiderate one is these people, since they clearly don’t know how to pick their books!”

[laceros-blog]

         ❝ So this is how it’s going to be... ❞ He’d have rather not had this happen, but so be it. This is what he gets for becoming involved.

          The book that had once been held in between the flats of his palms was now firmly pushed against the table with another sigh coming from him. He'd expected this, for her to approach him and get in his face. It's just too bad he doesn't care much, or else he might've gotten just a little angry about it. Red eyes flicker to meet her own before he speaks, ❝ Loud women are unfavorable, I hope you know. ❞ 

          ❝ Perhaps if you had a head on your shoulders, you'd be able to appreciate good literature. ❞ Knowing to speak to a lady was irrelevant when she had no manners, she gave him no reason to be polite and courteous seeing as she had interrupted the peace and quiet of the library. He stands from his chair now, giving her one last sharp look of disapproval before he heads for the doorway to the outside. 

          He's got no more business with her after having given her a piece of his mind.

[laceros-blog]

dippedred:

In truth, the reasoning behind his appearance within the abnormal city was not something he had entirely understood. Whilst others seemed content with never settling into the chaotic life that came from residing there, Tsurumaru did neither care for the city nor wish to hate it. He did not stride to enjoy the strange occurrences and items that belonged within it, nor did he actively attempt to leave as some others did try. Instead he followed around those he knew, took every day as it came and lived the moment in what could only have been described as a rather different sort of surprise. 

During the late hours of when even street lamps had dimmed and not a soul swept the streets, he happened upon an idea. He did not enjoy living where he did, finding it too different from the life prior to the one he then had in the big city, thus he sought out the only other sword he knew. It had taken some effort of wiggling, jumping, climbing and risky balancing before he’d made it to the apartment. He had been fortunate in that a window had been foolishly left open, allowing him to squeeze through and tumble to the floor of the kitchen with a great crash. The surprise had to be ruined surely by that hullabaloo! 

He clambered up and took a seat at the table, sure that Kogi had heard him enter and would thus arrive on the scene soon after he’d made his entrance. Unfortunately, someone else had gotten to him first. Golden eyes enlarged as he stared at the person that was… not the one he wished to surprise. Still, any surprise was an achievement and he beamed as best he could, despite the evident fear in his eyes. 

             “ Wait! I’m here for a friend! He said I could come here if I wanted to! Shh… don’t wake him up though, this was supposed to be a surprise! “

          Here for a friend, he says. He is here for a friend this late into the night...it can only be a lie and a stupid one at that, really. ❝ I see. ❞ His answer is curt, he has no wish to carry on this conversation more than he needs to with a person who is not supposed to be here in the first place. Curses are said to himself as he remembers that he left his wooden sword back in the room, which meant that this would not be quick. 

          The fear in the man's eyes was apparent from where Mikaela stood. That was good, he should be afraid. Breaking into someone's apartment and claiming to be nothing but a surprise wasn't just...something that one does. What an idiot. ❝ And who is your friend? ❞ more of a command than anything. Because whoever thought to tell him that it was fine and dandy to come over any time he pleases it going to get an earful tomorrow whether they like it or not. 

          Mikaela does not budge, he does not move, he does not even breathe. He refuses to let his guard down against people he does not know, lest they use it to their advantage later and this man is no exception and it'd be best for him to tread carefully, you wouldn't want to make a vampire angry. Not if you know what's good for you, and Mikaela's already losing his patience at that smile. 

          ❝ Your name, what is it? ❞ 

[laceros-blog]

debarre 🌙  e n c o u n t e r

          Chatty people weren't the types he liked to entertain. He was quiet, enjoying whatever silence he could come across in this city. And when he'd suddenly been bulldozed with question after question by a stranger...well, that was more than he could take. He's at a loss for words, more irritated than annoyed because of the simple fact that he can't understand a word this boy is saying first of all.

          ❝ If you want me to comprehend a single word that you're saying, speak more slowly. ❞ It's more a command than being polite. But how can he lend any assistance to someone whom he can't even begin to make any sense of?

[laceros-blog]

dippedred 🌙  e n c o u n t e r

          Security has always been important to him, safety in this city seems nigh impossible, though. But within the comforts of the apartment he'd been assigned to, he's managed to find some type of piece in the early hours of the morning when neither of his housing mates are awake. There's something about the quiet that calms him down, makes him able to think clearly about what to do. And he comes undone in these early hours, shedding the cloak he always wears and setting the wooden sword down that he always carries on his person. In bed he lies awake, staring at the ceiling before drifting off to sleep for just a moment moments.

Thump.

          The smallest of noises causes him to awaken and sit up quickly on the edge of his bed, eyes scanning the room for the source. It's not here, it's outside. Strange...that anyone else would be up at this hour, guess he'd better go take a peak just to put his mind at ease.

          And so he emerges from his room, cold air hitting him as he does so. It's at the kitchen table that he sees a silhouette of person and he flicks on the lights. Sure enough, there's someone sitting at the table...looking as chipper and cheery as can be. What in the world? ❝ What are you doing in my apartment? ❞ He's startled and rightfully so.

          ❝ Get out. ❞

[laceros-blog]

geistess  🌙   e n c o u n t e r

          Quiet idle chatter in a library is something he can take usually, lord knows Ferid has it bad when it comes to being obnoxious with the volume of a conversation. That's not why he's bothered this time though. 

          It's the high-pitched vocals of a female that cause him to sigh and close the book he held in his hands. She was complaining about something unimportant, that the library hadn't had anything she had been interested in. And they were trying to calm her, but to no avail. She was unnecessarily loud and fussy, the entire atmosphere being disturbed by just her presence.

          Someone's got to do something about it and while he's not one for confrontation, he'd like to have the peace and quiet back as soon as possible. And so he speaks up, loud enough for her to hear him from where she's standing. ❝ Are you always this loud and inconsiderate? ❞ 

          ❝ Sit down. You're disturbing the peace. ❞

[laceros-blog]

gekaishi 🌙 e n c o u n t e r

          An apartment to share with other people wasn't something he wanted. If anything, he wanted to be alone...not having to be bothered by the constant company of humans who would no doubt be of little use to him. The temptations that went along with them were also there. A vampire needed blood to live, to suck the blood of humans to live. To live peacefully and to co-exist with them was impossible.

          How he feels about it doesn't matter though. Because he's stuck here whether he likes it or not. It's just a matter of how to approach the people whom he's going to be living with. 

          Hand moves to turn the knob of the door as he lets himself in, the cool air of the apartment is the first thing thing that hits him. 

          And then he notices someone's sitting on the couch. Great, it seems that the universe is working against him. Well, it'd be better to meet one now than later. Mikaela is not quite sure what to say to the other, though. He's got to say...something. ❝ I assume you're one of the people I'll be sharing this space with. ❞

          ❝ Make sure you keep to what's yours and I'll do the same. ❞ It's better to make expectations clear lest there be misunderstandings in the future.

[tearbender]

[laceros-blog]

tearbender:

I’ll kill you if you lay a hand on Yuu.

tearbender: