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AIGHT SO I'VE PERMANENTLY MOVED OVER HERE AND ALL FUTURE RP REPLIES WILL ALSO BE OVER THERE.
okay im in the process of coding but im making a tcovt multi where i'll overhaul all / most of my muses and have them in one place. @elysiianisms
heart eyes at vikas manipulating the highest order of vampiric authority as a judas - esque character
tomas: you killed nadya like why would i introduce you to mellina otis: you killed mellina tomas:
mahlyenki-dyavol·:
Vlad flinched back, he’d gotten so used to the darkness that the sudden introduction of light actually hurt his head worse than the stress of training. Thankfully, it wasn’t like full sunlight, just the cold, pale light of the moon.
And the smells and sounds from the forest, it felt somewhat overwhelming after being in that room. So far away from everything else, unable to hear anything but Vikas and himself.
Vlad covered his eyes, trying not to start crying. It’s be pretty pathetic if he did. What would a vampire as old and powerful as Vikas think of him crying like a baby?
The halfling got to his feet,. pulling his hands away and letting his eyes get used to the light. He found himself wanting to just lay down and rest for eternity.
“Thank you” Vlad moves for the door, “I’ll get better at this, I promise.” he’d practice all he needed to so he could be a better vampire.
A vampire just like his father and Otis.
vikas stepped outside of the training room, snow crunching beneath his boots, seemingly unaffected by the sudden transition from nothingness to everything. that training room has stood for several hundred years and has always been the most useful of his training methods. he believed vladimir would soon grow used to the transition as well --- even if it felt overwhelming now.
when the little halfling boy thanked him, vikas couldn't unsee dyavol with the same determination to learn and practice, prompting a feeling of deja vu that stretched several centuries. the russian vampire chuckled and rested a hand on top of vladimir's head, ruffling the messy black locks. ❝ ah --- i believe your father said those same words when i was teaching him, malen'kiy dyavol. and he was my most gifted student ; if you're anything like him, you will get better. ❞
he took a few steps through the freshly fallen snow that had blanketed the forest in a new layer of white while they had been locked away in the training room. vikas motioned for vlad to follow him back to the main cabin. ❝ i can already see your improvement and i'll be sure to tell otis how pleased i am with your progress. ❞
Date a boy who curls up on your lap, even though he is 6’ 2" because he loves cuddles
Achilles & Patroclus
siberia
sitting in Agatha Christie’s empty traincar heading through the Winter’s Wild West strewn with knotted droops of spruce and the makeshit paper mache houses of a drugged child’s mirage of dreams–
the white flakes of snow alight in the space between the real and the faux
the little pale boy, knees greedily stealing the velvet coach, laced in the pale blue of his mother’s curtains–
He says to me, “It’s beautiful out there.” I had never noticed that before.
— M. H. S.
tristian : there's ... no room for me vikas, covered in 11 fluffy huskies on his king - sized bed : come cuddle, zaichik ~
send [ PAW PRINTS ] for my muse to tell you about their pet/s !
honey and lemon or milk and sugar // musicals or plays // lemonade or iced tea // strawberries or raspberries // winter or summer // beaches or forests // diners or cafés // unicorns or dragons // gemstones or crystals // hummingbirds or owls // fireworks or sparklers // brunch or happy hour // sweet or sour // rome or amsterdam // classic or modern art // sushi or ramen // sun or moon // polka dots or stripes // macaroons or croissants // glitter or matte // degas or seurat // aquariums or planetariums // road trip or camping trip // colouring books or water colour // fairy lights or candles
nadya really did leave a HUGE hole in vikas's heart to not speak to otis for 50 years and it did rEALLY change him and no love has ever come close to nadya and there's some definite resentment buried deep for 200+ years
baby vampire vikas circa 1100s : yeah i'll fight a fucking bear AND prove to be gifted in elysian diplomacy and law hbu old vampire vikas circa 2008 : you should be THANKING ME that bathory no longer has a homeless problem and yes vladimir for your information i did have a good thanksgiving meal
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with em's direction, vikas laid his head back down onto her lap and closed his eyes with a soft exhale. he had no qualms of the fingers threading and braiding his messy locks and actually seemed relaxed.
❝ you're going to make me look like my viking father, ❞ the fledgling mumbled, not that he had any issues with that. his creator was a great being in elysia and vikas could only hope to have a fraction of that greatness.
iam a dumb ass & an idiot & the sexiest person in target
time to watch that new ahs episode while i paint my nails and before i get to homework so i can clear out my weekend