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A random thingy for @abharsair ❤

[upperaedirn]

@abharsair went trick-or-treating! 🎃🦇👻🦇🎃👻

[dearest-mother-vampire]

[ sleepy ] (From Ladislav)

Ladislav worked too hard for his own good, Alchumena thought. That he would sometimes go days with little to no sleep was baffling, but his advancements in science and learning how the beings of this world worked could not be ignored no matter how his body and mind protested. Finally, she could take no more, and demanded he at least sit in bed with her until she fell asleep before running off to perform more experiments. He'd protested - of course - but the Elder could not be swayed.

Alchumena had decided to read a bit to soothe her mind before finally settling down to sleep, but while she read, she had coaxed Ladislav into coming closer and letting her sit in his arms to help her better relax. Again he had insisted that his work was too important to ignore, but a few soft kisses hushed him into compliance. It was seated in bed with her back against his chest, his arms enveloping her, and his chin atop her head that he somehow found himself comfortable enough to doze off.

His even breathing clued her in on his descent into slumber, and she smiled to herself in response. Truly, he worked himself half to death at times, and this was one of those times. The man valued his comfort, so that he would fall asleep in such a position was both humorous and baffling. If she could only preserve this moment, she would want this memory to last forever.

Gently, she shifted, and while it startled him awake, she shushed him softly and resituated herself so that she could coax him into laying in her lap. This time, his protests were weak, but after realizing how plush her thighs were and how lovely her hand felt while tenderly combing through his hair, all rebellious thoughts seemed to vanish in favor of catching up on lost sleep. Alchumena chuckled softly and removed the tie in his hair to better reach his scalp, and when she heard that deep, rumbling purr that was so horribly rare to catch from him, she felt her heart leap.

Tranquil moments like these were few and far between, but they were moments Alchumena cherished for the mundanity of its domesticity. It felt normal, like everything was as it should be even if they were in an entirely different world from their own. She loved this stubborn, cantankerous man, and it was in these moments that she was more than happy to spend her eternity in domestic bliss with him.

[deaur]

hear me out @abharsair @dearest-mother-vampire

[deaur]

@abharsair Lizzy is the one taking the photo

[dearest-mother-vampire]

[ dance ] the husband wants to treat his wife like a queen ❤❤

These social gatherings of the Nilfgaardian elite were such oddly dark affairs. Everyone wore black with little gold accents like they were attending a funeral, and though her mate had insisted that Alchumena try to wear something that fit the "theme" she insisted that she wear what she damn well pleased. There was a very brief argument, but when she stepped out in a gown of mostly gold with the occasional black accents, he was hard-pressed to argue further. It seemed Ladislav very very rarely got to see her dressed up for a nice ball, and that he should be so affected pleased her greatly. Besides, black and gold was the norm, so he could hardly say she was not up to standards. In her mind, she far exceeded them.

The attention she received when announced (though sadly by her own surname though she felt it would perhaps be more fitting should she have used his - that was something humans did with their mates, was it not?) was a mix of awe and discomfort, but she held her head proudly as she walked arm in arm with her lover. It didn't really matter what colors or styles she wore - when she stood beside him, she always felt like a queen, and if the color of her gown was what made the other guests stare in mild disapproval, then they weren't worth her time. She was there for him, not anyone else.

It was unfortunate that events like these could be such a bore. Everyone was so worried about what others thought of them that they never thought to actually enjoy themselves. It was all a publicity stunt for these humans, and while Alchumena did have a reputation to uphold, these people were beneath her as much as they were boring, regardless of social standing. At least the wine was fantastic, and even if she cared little for the affairs of mortals, she at the very least paid some attention in conversation.

Some. Her eyes couldn't seem to stray far from Ladislav when he was dressed in full regalia like this, and it pained her to part from him to so much as find a fresh glass of wine. Thankfully she had little reason to stray from his side, and while he held her full attention, there was little that he said to these other nobles that she cared so much as an iota for.

Music brought her attention from Ladislav for just a moment, and quite suddenly there was movement to allow for space in the middle of the ballroom for dancing. Now her eyes lit up, eyebrows rising in interest as she watched couples take to the floor, hand in hand. She almost felt disappointed for a moment, until she heard someone clear their throat off to her side. She turned to see Ladislav with a hand out for her, and she felt her heart clench painfully as a smile slowly spread across her face. Her hand in his, he led her out to the floor, their names spoken in hushed whispers as they stood hand in hand before she was swept away into a dance.

It felt almost magical, and in her heart, she knew that she would remember this night for ages to come. He made her feel beautiful, like she was the only woman in the world, and with their eyes locked and soft smiles shared, for all she knew and cared to know, he was the only man.

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[dearest-mother-vampire]

It had been some time, but Ladislav was finally home. Dreading the state the castle would be in after leaving it to certain miscreants he entered the great hall almost apprehensively for a man entering his own home. The dogs were glad to see him at least, racing towards him with whimpering cries and he spared them each a very hushed affectionate greeting. "Has the lady of the house been informed of my arrival?" He asked a nearby servant; they hardly needed to bother. But manners were important.

The lady of the house had not, in fact, been informed, for there was hardly a need for it. She knew Ladislav's presence before he'd even dismounted his horse, but as it were, he interrupted a bath. That wasn't to say that she hadn't been like the hounds - sitting at the door waiting forlornly for their Master to return - but he had arrived perhaps an hour or so sooner than she'd expected. When she approached, she was in a robe and nothing more, her auburn hair dark and wet but nonetheless still a mass of curls.

Her bath may have been interrupted, but it would have to wait. Her mate was far more important.

"You greet your dogs with more joy than you greet your mate," she remarked upon her approach. "Did you not miss me as I have missed you?" Were she not still fairly wet, she'd have embraced him. Instead, she settled with standing off to the side to await him. His dogs never viewed her kindly though she ignored them for the most part, and she wasn't going to fight them for his affection.

He would bestow it upon her if he wished to give it.

Not too much had happened since his departure - save for perhaps some form of budding affections between herself and the golden dragon that stayed around - and she had enough sense to refrain from leaving anything in his home out of place. Though, he would come to learn that he was in need of more wine - she and Villen perhaps had partaken in more than they'd meant to. Thankfully only minor drunken shenanigans had taken place, though rarely and hardly ever to any outrageous extent. She did, after all, abhor drunkenness, but sometimes time simply slipped away, and she could never truly remember her glass having been as full as it was.

However, his office did smell of wine. She might have spilled some there, though she had had it cleaned as well as she could. Hopefully he didn't remark on it..

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