#bloodxpurity

[white-reaper]

          “I would have to ask: you have that distinctive way of just staring at me whenever the conversation ceases. Is there something, in particular, you are trying to figure out?” Blunt and to the point [ he wasn’t known any other way--- ] with how eyes rise from the files on the lacquered table, direct themselves to that ‘companion’ that has taken up, once again, residency in the Bureau chief’s office. It’s the same all the time [ what a farce it would be to expect that Arima isn’t aware ], that contemplating look drilling itself deeper and deeper into his person, waved off and away with all but a passive glance. 

          A stroke of interest, one would want to say, that he - right now - first time did regard the other man with his knowledge of perception. 

          Would he truly bother with any sort of answer given in pursuit of truth that was presently wafting around them [ expecting something, feeling something that is just a margin off--- ]? Not even slightly, for this man was known to be, more often, in presence of the inhumane. Quite frankly, the leader would find himself so disappointed if no ideas and spurs of mind would ever invade attentive gaze settling upon him in quiet scrutiny. “Be open, we have a work agreement, it would be quite so sad if something were to settle between us.”          || @bloodxpurity | plotting call

[executare]

If you mean a raise in height, then yeah I agree.

“Nobody’s fault other than God’s that you’re abnormally tall and still haven’t the courage to handle a tiny little library clerk without whining to me about it.”

[executare]

Hey, your cashier keeps trying to wave his box-cutter at me. Can you come get him?

“No. I think I’ll give him a raise instead.”

[executare]

@bloodxpurity​ said: 003. — Put out a cigarette on my muse’s skin || * VIOLENT ACTION STARTERS

Their arrogance is more insulting than the injury itself; a short, sweet burn eating its way into the chill of the vampire’s skin, minute by comparison to the wars and wounds it has withstood before--but paradoxically massive in how it gnaws at the Lord’s nerves in a way both known and not. His hand snaps away from the hunter’s tormenting fingers (a fraction too late that he fears speaks more than it should), annoyance familiarly boldening the red of his feline eyes and fangs bared in the presence of a snarl ripping from Carvel’s throat.

“Bastard,” he seethes under his breath, watching the blush of his burned hand fade along with its precious little heat--ho harm truly done (perhaps?) but enough to set Carvel’s nerves on edge, filter a violence of his own into his limbs as he takes a fistful of the man’s shirt to slam him back into the library’s towering wall of stone. “Do not grow too brash with me merely because you are under the impression that we are equals for a limited time.” He leans close, voice razed to a whisper against the shell of the other man’s ear when his grasping hand shifts against the pale of the younger’s throat.

“You will be swift to outlive your usefulness to me if you do not keep yourself in line.”

[wingsmashed]

bloodxpurity

“No shit.” He would mutter around the burning tobacco, his figure slumped against the bark of a tree. Eyes would glance down at the discoloration of the wound and the bruising around it. Quite a mess he got himself into. “You gonna stand there and be pretty, vampire, or are you gonna help carry my ass to the nearest town doc?”

He wouldn’t bother to correct the man on the inaccurate terminology. He assumed that the distinction might not matter to the stranger. The smell of tobacco had him wrinkling his nose enough as it was. The dhampir didn’t need another reason to frown.

“Only if you vow not to draw your weapons against me while I do so.” As much as Alucard did not wish to harm humans, he also preferred keeping his body intact.

[nightslain]

bloodxpurity replied to your post: {So, my mistake, apparently his plan was not to...

he was going to fist fight the vampires until he got a dead knight’s sword

{You know this is actually completely true and I can’t argue with you.}

[nightslain]

  || @bloodxpurity || 

              “...What is your story, stranger?” Leon asks knowing that there is always some story behind men such as these; the sorts that go unflinching into the night and all its lurking ugliness do not do so without cause, or need, or hate. Or perhaps madness as the knight has heard some call it before. This one does not seem mad, only steadfast but wild, likened already to some great, roaring tempest to his curious mind. The whip coiling between his hands is absent of any feeling, any thought to be had of him; has been for all the while his companion has torn across the battlefield and for all the eerie quiet that is left deafeningly behind. No, he’s human, alright. But perhaps that makes such a man all the more intriguing. “What might it be that calls you to these places, looking for evil to be undone?” A pause makes room for the earnest gesturing of one gloved hand, tempting a reply. “You have been an ally to me, this night. The least I might do is listen to your cause.”

[mythsought]

Starters : Send 🎶 for a lyric starter | @bloodxpurity

                “What kind of man loves like this?” He asks as though the question is any kind of sincere. Though he knows, of course he does; Helsing has always loved in the most curious of ways, with rough hands and hard words and a good, feeling heart that betrays them all. They’ve travelled together enough for Aramis to be only too wise to that much. The way Helsing towers upon him tonight is no different, amusing even; wrenching wave after wave of Aramis’ dreamy laughter from him as he grasps at the man’s bearded jaw. “What kind of man...” He sighs almost wistfully against that grinning mouth. “Parading yourself all over me, smelling of blood and smoke and whiskey; and I’m willing to bet after all that bravado, you’re good for nothing but rolling over to sleep off that day we’ve had--let alone whispering sweet nothings in my ear. You ridiculous man~”