#|| horst

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@asoulofstars continued [X]

Withdrawing his touch seemed the polite thing to do, as awkward as this situation was quickly becoming. Horst offered a sheepish smile, simultaneously relieved by Riona's lack of panic (or othersuch outburst) and concerned by her calm.

[was she really going to force him to explain it?] [she thinks you're a bleeding looney.] whispered another, cruler voice at the back of his mind.

Horst chose to ignore that thought, averting his gaze from her lovely throat.

"I can still cook, but you will have to handle all of the taste-testing, I'm afraid." Horst tucked his hands into his pockets, unsure what else to do with them. "As for what it means, ah, well, I hate to say that many of the penny dreadful films are a little inaccurate."

He leaned down, and glanced around as if telling a secret he did not want anyone else to hear.

"I cannot transform into a bat."

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once  there  was  morning,  now  endless  night.

[ astarion @ horst. just two vampires commiserating ]

@formshaper / @byteing

"Are you always this dramatic?"

Horst was having a difficult time repressing his laugh, even though the subject matter was quite serious. He just did not see himself that way-- as a brooding creature of the night. He liked to think that someday, his brother would be successful in his promise.

Someday, Horst would see the sun again without combusting.

"I mean, sure, it's dark outside. But that doesn't mean we have to be dark, or live in the shadows."

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"Oh, hullo! Good, you're awake! Do you enjoy battenberg cake?"

Bowl held against his aproned chest, Horst whisked the batter perhaps a bit faster than seemed human. It was just after 3 o'clock in the morning.

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Silver is, of course, arriving to give him blood--er, a kiss to his favourite v-word. ♥

"While I appreciate your enthusiasm," Horst managed in-between kisses, and placed his hands upon Silver's shoulders to urge him back-- to calm.

"..You've only just donated, Love. It's too soon. I don't want you becoming anemic." or worse.

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Riona is climbing him to smooch him.

"Oh, hullo,"

A kiss is nice, and not at all something Horst minded accepting-- gently pressing Riona's lips with his own-- --cool fingers at the back of her slender neck-- deep blue eyes capturing her gaze. [a mental nudge; pressing his influence over her]

"Sweet dove..." He murmured, "Would you help me? I need only a small favor..."

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sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver [ @ horst SDFJKSDNF ]

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Not a sound. The Nightmare had not cried out once. Not that Horst had been surprised-- men took beatings in all sorts of ways. He had seen some who had laughed the entire time, never ceasing their insults. Others had screamed for their mothers while wetting themselves. Some fought back or attempted psychological warfare. And then there were the ones who tried to run.

But the Corinthian? He just wouldn't stop fucking smiling. It was unnerving, and irritating.

Horst flexed his fist, knuckles split from the last blow, bleeding poison drops into the dirt. He had only stopped to stem the flow; wrapping his handkerchief around his knuckles and knotting it tightly.

"You hurt my friend. Do you think that's funny?"

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@therelentless (a welcome starter)

"I hope you don't think me too forward for asking, but the stitching on your cloak is absolutely exquisite! Are those beaded accents hand-sewn? Gorgeous! ...Who's your tailor?"

Was Horst acquainted with this person? No. But was that going to stop him in his pursuit of high-fashion? Also no.

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"You might be surprised by just how self-controlled I really am."

In the back of Horst's mind, he heard the echoes of a slamming crypt door, and felt his mood darken.

"Let's just say I'm not one to act impulsively."