#belndes

[etvice]

[     plotted starter.     ]       ♡       for sypha ,       ›      belndes

‘       HOLD.      don’t  attack.      my  friends     &     i  come  in  peace.       ’         her  voice  rings  clear,     echoing  against  stone  walls,     a  hand  outstretched  in  offering.      ever  the  mediator,     bringing  calm  to  conflict,     often  before  it  ever  begins.      a  habit  that,     unfortunately,     freya  has  found  little  success  with  since  stepping  foot  outside  the  circle  tower.      she  only  hopes  it  works  now,     less  they  end  up  fighting  the  person  THEY  ARE  MEANT  TO  AID.      the  speakers  told  her  of  missing  kin  ;     she  can  only  assume  this  is  the  one  they  speak  of.      that,     or  it’s  some  other  intruder,     &     their  missing  speaker  is   one  of  the  poor  piles  of  bones   scattered  ‘cross  the  rubble.      freya  hopes  for  the  former.

her  hand  remains  out  a  moment  more  before  it  slowly  drops  to  her  side.      no  readied  spell,     no  reach  for  a  dagger.      not  unless  it  becomes  necessary,     &     she  steals  a  glance  back  at  her  party  to  ensure  they  do  the  same.      there  is  no  need  to  be   A  THREAT   here.          ‘       i  spoke  with  a  group  in  another  region  of  the  forest.      they  called  themselves  seekers     &     said  they  had  someone  missing.      IS  THAT  YOU ?       ’         she  asks  cordially.          ‘       they  are  worrying  for  the  worst  out  there.      so  we’ve  come  to  help.       ’

[ljusaga]

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻  :  @belndes​

❝ — 𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙲 ? ❞   coy is the god.  it is seldom that he deigns himself t o walk amongst the men of the mortal realm, but when he chooses, sitting face to face with their magicians is ever-entertaining.   ❝ is there truly such a thing ? ❞

[belmourned]

𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗  𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑.   /  @belndes​

                                        ❝ 𝖘𝖞𝖕𝖍𝖆, ❞   he mumbles, the name clumsy on his tongue and burdened with drowsiness,   ❝ if no one is bleeding, on fire, or otherwise dying, i’m not getting up. for the love of all that is holy, just let me NAP for a few minutes ... ❞

[belmourned]

this is an ic interaction

[dampir]

when they’re gone alucard reads.   to stake off the loneliness,  he thinks,   entering worlds of paladins and princesses,   dragons that need be felled,   and sometimes of history that teaches that things often shouldn’t be repeated.  

once or twice every month trevor and sypha returns to the beached castle above belmont hold,   making sure that their friend   —   he,   dhampir son,   lost in home that used to be so warm   —   has not yet fallen to the eager bite of sorrow.

“     here—   have you read this one yet ?     ”     alucard asks and pushes a medium - light tome towards his knowledge seeking friend.   a laughably easy read,   perhaps,   but alucard still returns to it once every blue moon.   a favorite,   easy to see,   the pages well turned and notes scribbled into margins that sypha will soon be able to read,     “     i’d like to hear your thoughts on it,   if anything.     ”

@belndes​          ›          starter.

[gatecoeur]

belndes needs a hideout

The beast struggled against her magical bonds, naturally out of fear; she was a monster that was not under the tyrant Dracula’s thrall, but a monster nonetheless. Of course the human would’ve feared her. Her lips curled as she struggled to formulate words, having not spoken in human tongues for a very long time. She fought hard to get her words out, in hopes that she would not die tonight.

When sound finally did come out of her throat, it was deep, gutteral and echoing. She had many voices, both masculine and feminine, all speaking in unison.

“Iiiiiii... Am nnnooooot... Youuuurrr ennnnnnnemyyy.”

{ @belndes }

[vindictar]

“Mmm, I’ve noticed you and Trevor has gotten a lot more...” She waves her hand in the air thoughtfully, as though she could pluck the word she was looking for from the air. “- a lot more protective. Of me.” Sypha places her hands on her hips, tapping her feet. “Any reason why?”

“    i cannot speak for belmont but…  in the time we have known each other i have come to care for you like i would my own family…    ”    he sighed softly,  looking down to meet her gaze with tenderness burning in his golden eyes.    “    i apologize if i have been suffocating i just-   i can’t bear to lose any more family sypha and i suspect trevor feels similarly.    ”

“    my mother was burned a the stake by ignorant humans simply for the crime of trying to share her knowledge and help people.  i do not want you to meet the same fate.  i know you are more than able to protect yourself but my mother was not a helpless woman and i have seen what people are capable of…  just please be careful.    ”

[vindictar]

‘ you don’t have to apologize just for existing . ’ ( for adri.... ! )

“    don’t i ?    ”    there is unspeakable sorrow in his voice as he stared down at his bloody hands,  his breathing pained as each gasp feels like it is being brutally torn from his throat.    “    i could not stop my father before he-  i could not save my mother-  you could even argue that i represent the coupling that doomed the world.  what don’t i have to apologize for ?    ”

clenching his fists he stood rapidly,  sharp nails digging into his palms and drawing bloody tears from his palms.    “    thousands of innocent lives were lost because i failed in my duty as a son and an heir.    ”    his voice broke and he fell back into his chair in despair.    “    forgive me-  i would like to be alone.    ”    scolding himself for letting her see such weakness.

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