#counthakan

[appetizinggael]

who?: @counthakan where?: the castle

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The fact that after loss, compulsion, fifteen long years and a fixation on tentacles he couldn't quite shake Gael still wanted to return to Hakan confirmed what he'd known all along: he belonged to the Dracul forever. Except things would be different now, for Zeke's sake. He still placed Hakan's needs above everything, but he also was more diligent about taking care of himself as a human not just a food source. Or he tried to be. Avoiding the wreckage in Zeke's wing of the castle was just part of that. Even then, Hakan's grief compounded in Gael's heart along with his own. He didn't know vampires could suffer like that, but he couldn't let himself drown in the heartache. It was typical for melancholy to hit him like a brick when he found Hakan in the castle during his daily check-ins. Even the back of his head seemed sad in a way, but Gael would keep showing up no matter how long it took. "Do you think you'll eat today? It's ok if not, we can just sit again. I don't have anywhere else to be except with you."

[appetizinggael]

where?: skulking around the rat nest, he’s been reading lestat fanfic so forgive him

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Waking up with the knowledge that Mercuralia was a wonderful time was jarring to say the least. He'd not been interested at all in the festivities yet he must've been involved somehow. Why else would he be so sure? Something happened an his memories had been tampered with, but this time Gael was able to let go of the uncertainty. Who cared about the why, the fact that he was still alive despite his temporary confusion was his righteous reward for being a good thrall. His priest told him so. But just in case he’d done something shameful, Gael figured he should wrack up some extra penance points. Hakan may have gone through an ordeal as well, requiring top tier sustenance. Gael chugs dextrose-water and raw eggs before jogging across the city to Hakan’s castle, wearing nothing but a gold chain vest and some leather shorts. He wanted every inch of his body to be glittering upon his arrival with his blood pumping at the perfect tempo and temperature. This wouldn’t just be his greatest meal yet, but his ultimate offering. Gael didn’t sprawl himself across the front steps of the castle with questions or demands, just the hope that his presentation whet’s Hakan’s appetite enough to make the Dracul reconsider his open cage policy.

@counthakan​

[appetizinggael]

who?: @counthakan where?: not lubefest, gael says dogs are stinky

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Gael often stopped to inspect his body whenever he caught a glimpse of his reflection, especially when he was in the castle. He needed to look his best at every angle and at all times. The Dracul consumed his every thought and impulse along with every ounce of his blood. His cheeks getting flushed from making eye contact with Hakan in the mirror wasn’t a sign of shame, just the opposite in fact. Gael enjoyed the attention. “Do you think you’d still find me sexy if I managed to get…” With his hands flat against his toned abs, his mind had wandered into strange territory. This sporadic idea may have even impeded his work as Hakan’s thrall. “…a belly button piercing? Something to match my collar maybe? If I try I may be able to pinch enough skin, but I do keep it tight so there’s that…”