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to: @dxmnedderelict muse: setteth drakhul, immortal, spoiled vampire prince
"Look at you, using doors and everything. Such a good, civilized beast."
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to: @dxmnedderelict muse: setteth drakhul, immortal, spoiled vampire prince
"Look at you, using doors and everything. Such a good, civilized beast."
to: @whisperingsoflostsouls
"Don't worry, I haven't stabbed anyone in a long time. Like, a whole month." A slow, razor-edged smile spread across Setteth's face, not quite reaching the crimson-tinted chill of his eyes. He swirled the dark liquid in his crystal glass, the gesture lazy, predatory. "Aren't ya proud I'm trying to live such a boring life?"
Yes, Setteth was truly trying to make a change. Kind of. Not really.
It wasn't his choice, so did it really count? Clean up your act for the throne, they said. The centuries of delightful, public chaos... the impromptu midnight hunts, and apparently his existence as a whole? They were liabilities. He was being paraded before the ancient, powdered nobility like a prize stallion. He was another piece in the stale game of alliance and bloodlines.
to: @shxlived
"Well, I couldn't just let you die. I need you around to make me look good. You should be flattered."
OPEN TO: @eulcgizeme MUSE: setteth nox valdinia. vampire royalty, 300+. PLOT: news have broken out that prince setteth is to be wed off to the human princess. congratulations are in order and the families are set to celebrate their engagement tomorrow night, but setteth feels anger instead. setteth waits for his secret lover's return in her room, anticipating the heavy talks they will be going through.
"Perhaps there's a way to make this work." Setteth refused to skirt around the glaring issue. Their encounters typically brimmed with more romance, but he needed to confront the elephant in the room before she did. Anticipating potential resentment or even a verbal lashing, he braced himself. On top of that, he expected longing glances thrown at one another—a silent testament to her forced presence at the engagement party.
"We'll have a baby, then I'll kill her. I'll pin it on one of the guards. My duty fulfilled, and the child gone before we even realize it." His words held a kernel of truth. All day, he had spun different scenarios in his mind, desperately seeking an escape from his newfound role as a husband. His crimson gaze shifted to her delicate figure. Even in these somber moments, an intensified adoration for her lingered, perhaps stronger than ever.
"Are you just going to stand there? Or will you come closer?"