#atehell

[vernades]

@atehell -- ;

This kingdom was more beautiful than they’d anticipated, but seemed no less rife with war and conflict than even Wallachia. The forests bordering the immense city itself sloped from a seeming hill whereat a great, white castle crowned its zenith. Sypha paused from their trek, lowering their hood for a better look. The Warakiya Staff was lowered, a repose while they contemplated the vast territory that spanned grandly before them. 

That was, until a twig snapped. Sypha seized their staff and meant to defend themselves, but when it appeared only to be an armored person, it was lowered. “Oh, hello there.”

[calabrun]

@atehell -- ;

It had been but a few hours since Casca had passed out and he’d relinquished his bed, the Castle Bran alight with a dry thunderstorm that ought to have promised rain, but didn’t. It was only when there finally came the pattering of rain upon panes of glass did the candlelight seem to flicker in response, Vlad lifting his head from the old grimiore he’d been perusing and hearing something else. The book was closed soundly and he set it aside, rising and taking Casca by her shoulders as her petite, pretty form filled out in the shadows. A living contrast. A hand was placed on her shoulder, peering in with concern. “Could you not sleep?” he inquired softly. 

[calabrun]

"i saw what i saw and it was the most hellish…," she smiles. ( i have no fucking idea why i would send some shit like this kjgfdg)

Much of him was sure Casca was dissociating, mired in something as hellish as he thoughts could only be. From what she’d told him of her life, of what he could discern, she’d never lived an easy one. Fraught with difficulties and trauma and abuses from the very first day, it was a wonder she’d emerged as strongly as she had now. At the balcony did she stand, lost in deep and distant thoughts and a lack of reality as he gently steered her away from it, hands upon her shoulders and guiding her back inside--where it was warm and less bitten by the cold. 

“Do you what to talk of it, draga mea?” he inquired softly, stroking a lock of dark chestnut behind her ear.