#dhampiyr

[mizby]

[DnD OC] D'raygan Suvarov

[saintsdawn-a]

“ what makes you happy ? or if not happy, then content ? ” because they can speak of good and bad, people and the world, but gods, it weighs on the mind. “ just. . . indulge me, yeah ? ”

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[devilduel]

WELL   THIS   WASN'T   A   SIGHT   HE   EXPECTED   TO   SEE,   NOT   FOR   A   LONG   TIME.       “    haven’t   been   in   yer   father’s   employment   for   quite   some   time   now,    ”       atticus   states   plainly.   if   alucard   held   any   manner   of   disdain   for   his   hand   in   assisting   his   father   in   the   once   prior   war   once   waged   upon   humanity    -    the   forgemaster   would   not   blame   him.   if   the   other   chose   to   question   him   and   why   atticus,   a   human   born   and   raised,   would   ever   be   so   willing   to   turn   upon   his   own   people.   the   man   would   tell   his   tale,   even   if   it   held   some   of   the   most   darkest   times   of   his   life.       “    so   any   manner   of   information   you   hope   to   get   out   of   me   will   be   wholly   pointless.    ”    now,   he   was   just   a   man,   trained   in   dark   arts   with   even   darker   crimes   committed   beneath.   all   for   him   to   bear   the   responsibility   of,       “    so   what   has   you   comin’   here,   to   this   small   corner   of   the   world?    “ / @dhampiyr sc.

[dracochrysalis]

in the tall, arching halls of the castle, a pervasive sense of melancholy clings to the air like a ghost’s haunting. empty, lonely, gilded. these are the descriptors fehn considers apt. a strange sense of longing and familiarity passes over her, there and then gone as quickly as it came.

sparse portraits line the walls, thoughtfully displayed. her eyes roam each of them as she walks slowly, hands clasped behind her back. she notices the brushstrokes, the detailing of the features. she pauses near a portrait of a woman, a reddish tint of paint subtly gracing her lips and depicting the mild blush of her cheeks, coloring her warm with life compared to the more pallid tones of vampires. “ is this your mother? ” fehn asks in gentle consideration. a half-rhetorical question, the resemblance is as clear as day. “ she’s beautiful. she looks very kind. ” / @dhampiyr, sc.

[wlfsbane-a]

❝ okay — sometimes i do wonder what my blood would taste like t' ya'. sue me. ❞ / @dhampiyr. ♡

[ch0senslay]

❝My hands are made of mistakes.❞

one never stops learning, giles' list of contacts she's always made fun of revealing itself rather useful as it has lead her all the way to adrian. still on the fence about trust, but there's room for improvement. curiosity having the best of her always, slow steps are taken around, hands clasped from holding herself back and touch everything - last she needs is to make enemies based on broken pieces of furniture.

"you're a clumsy one too, uh?" spoken light heartedly to counter heavy tension, though buffy knows all too well the meaning behind words. "we all do ... questionable things, at some point." just the way life goes, the key to unlock perfect goodness nowhere to be found. not for her, at least. maybe in time, some day. "what matters is what you decide to after that," buffy could never stand by idly as the world burns - call it a fatal flaw, but it works just fine.

"you're willing to help us ... which is already a whole lot more than other people's," not that she's single handedly called every person on the list, but if she knows giles even a little, he's probably done that in between lunch breaks. gaze darts over desk briefly, throat clearing as silence sets between them. "do you think we're like this because of some sins of the father kind of thing?" wouldn't put past it, but that's a personal bias. "does it get easier if i pretend i'm like this because someone before me fucked up?"

[saintsdawn-a]

“ i am a sword. if i am not the sword, then who am i ? ”

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[or4tor]

nose ever-buried in vellum and treatise, lost in its word... what book has captured so much of your attention this time? [ <3 ]

pleasant stillness surrounding the tome absorbed speaker is shattered abruptly, peachy - blonde tresses spilling from ears they'd been tucked behind when a disembodied voice disturbs her perusal of the leather bound bestiary. ❝ alucard! ❞ eyes narrow once they come to settle upon the figure who had approached in silence, tone light yet scolding as a finger rests atop carefully inked words to ensure her place wouldn't be lost. ❝ have you ever thought about announcing yourself when you enter a room? or do you just enjoy scaring the wits out of me? ❞