#childeric: interactions

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“My flower is nasty~“

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@ohireath​ || cont.

Blue hues were gazing in those grey eyes that were making Ashley even more special. His steps small so she could follow were only one of the ways that Childéric was being thoughtful of his petite damsel. His heart was content and that was depicted on his peaceful facial expression. His thumb gently rubbed her back as he smoothly leaned close to her ear to whisper tenderly 

“ I love you too my love. ” 

Franz respecting the privacy of his master after turning the music on had exited the room skillfully and had headed to the kitchen to invigilate the dinner that was going to follow. The servants were running up and down to prepare the dining room that was decorated with Christmas light, and red garlands matching the heavy dark wooden furniture and the velvet chairs.

Meanwhile, Childéric was making sure that Ashley was getting used to his leading as he was preparing her for the annual party that he was going to be held in his castle. Vampires and lords of the higher casts from England, France, and neighboring countries were going to attend. 

“ Ashley... “ he said amidst their gentle swings “ Every year I am holding a banquet around this period, as the head of the family of Châtillon. I wish you’d stay by my side and let me introduce you as my partner. “

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“ I-It’s nothing … I just … it’s nothing my love.”

“Are you... sure?“ his hand reaches out towards her, slender cold digits wrapping around her fragile arm gently.

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/ @ohireath

Childéric was sitting patiently on the blue velvet chair in front of the fireplace of his Bedchamber. The red damask of the walls of the room was turning into a vivid warm crimson under the light of the fire; The only source of light in the room apart from a few candles. The scent of burned wood along with the cracking sounds that it made, succumbing under the power of the flames, had magnetized Childéric’s senses. He was trying hard to bridle the beastly hunger that was rising along with his heat. Having only recently discovered that his blood possessed the supremacy of a vampire, he was unfamiliar to the darkness that was tagging along. Subconsciously his nails dug in the soft material of the armchair as they were growing in a rapid rhythm along with his canine teeth.

The metal sound of the curved with the family crest, wooden paneled door drew his attention instantly. His senses were keener than usual and his blood was rushing like a torrent. “ Ashley Milford... “  the heavily panting vampire prince voiced in a husky accent, unusual to his normally polite and gentle tone that he used towards the young woman. Red colored eyes were piercing with their gaze her figure as the hungry beast that had taken over Childéric’s consciousness licked its lips alluringly. Slowly he rose from the armchair without averting his stare and when he finally stood up he flashed her a malicious grin. “ Ashley... “ He repeated in the same tone and he rose his foot to take a step forward.  But alas, in what seemed like a second, the shady figure had flown the distance and was now standing in front of the woman.

His long manly fingers wrapped around the feminine wrists right away, pinning her on the closed with a shut door. Leaning closer to inhale her mesmerizingly luscious scent, Childéric whispered in her ear with neediness this time detected in his rasp. “ Ashley... ” The darkness had wiped out almost completely the amiable nature of the growing man. His tongue made its presence between his grinning lips and soon pressed against her tender nape, tracing its way up to her ear to finish his sentence. “ ...tonight, I will make you mine. ”

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Childeric has been taking his evening tea at the grand balcony of the castle; Blue orbs dancing on the trees and flowers of his garden, laying below him. Spring had left it’s colorful and flowery scented mark on the greenery. And as he was taking his last sip, a cold breeze gathered a few dark clouds and not long after, a flash of lightning shed its blue hue for a split second on everything. His butler had already started gathering the tea kettle and the cup with swift movements as Childeric was drifting further into thought. “ I wonder if that person is still sleeping... maybe she is in the garden? ” He started wondering when the first water droplets made their appearance. In a worry that the noble had not felt for another being before, Childeric stood up from his chair and with a smooth jump found himself stepping in the garden. “ This is where she usually spends her time, right? She probably hadn’t realized that it started raining... ” he muttered to himself, eyes scanning the place for her petite figure.

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Wondering if someone will willingly pass an eternity with him. 

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Cue Camille curling up in Childeric's lap while he reads. " Don't mind me♥ "

Lowering his book Childeric’s gaze rested on Camille. A crimson hue sprinkled his visage revealing his embarrassment. With a hesitant move, he brushed the back of his hand against her cheek, moving away a few hair strands that were covering her features. Leaning slowly above her he plants a kiss on her temple before he straightened his back and drifted back into his book.

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( @inkheartcd  cont. from here)

A smile curved at the corner of Childeric’s plump lips. Blondish long eyelashes flapped gracefully as a slender limb rose to rest atop the young fem’s hand. "Would you like me to show you ?” He proposed with a cunning little grin at the end of his sentence. The young noble had always been one to enjoy the peacefulness the night had to offer. However, the alcohol he was not used to and had just consumed was bringing forward a playful and easily misunderstood part of himself. 

Light blue orbs were gazing in the fem’s eyes, leaning closer and closer. The unusual for his body substance having painted his fair cheek in a dusty pink hue, his temperature rising causing his free hand to raise and unbutton the collar of his shirt.