Oct 4, 2017
@draconidol
She leans down and lightly taps her horn against the top of Elizabeth’s head, sending off a harmless spark of electricity in the process.
“Horn... kiss!”
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@draconidol
She leans down and lightly taps her horn against the top of Elizabeth’s head, sending off a harmless spark of electricity in the process.
“Horn... kiss!”
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i’ll h-hold your hand
... Go head. It’s right there, Liz.
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why wasn’t i invited???
Because you eat your ice cream like a little piggy. You’d drop some on the carpet.
starter call • @draconidol
Reluctant steps carried him after the young servant, lead by the claw or cape down the street. His heart lulled between extreme emotions-- deep frustration at a past he could not easily remember and did not forgive, and the quiet reassuring presence that stayed his hand from any violent action against the girl that chatted about nothing important. The contrast tired him.
Still, she lead him past sweeping windows filled with goods and sparkling outfits. The shopping district lived true to its name. Vlad III did not reflect its colors and wonder. His brows furrowed. Unable to sort his stance, he came to a halt at one word. That he was not him. He tugged his cape from her grasp.
“You mistake me for another. Enough. ” He chided under his breath. He was not her ‘Uncle’.
"Did you miss me, little squirrel!?"
it's been a very long time but i'd like to reapply as lancer (elizabeth bathory) from fate!
Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Elizabeth!
You will be housed in APARTMENT 309.
You’ll retain everything you were given previously.
– mod altair.
❤ hand
Send one of the following for your muse to…❤ - kiss my muse on the [hand]
It’s embarrassing, but not unpleasant, to be doted upon in such a way. Her cheeks fill with color as Elizabeth presses her lips to the back of her hand, unused to being touched where gloves so often cover her skin. She twitches her fingers beneath her girlfriend’s affections, making a soft noise within the back of her throat.
“Aaa... L--iz.” Her hand turns over, reaching to gingerly cup Elizabeth’s chin. The side of her face is so soft... Fran pets the skin there in short, repetitive strokes, soothed by how it feels beneath the pads of her fingers.
The winter ball was beautiful, but with the sheer amount of people in attendance, Frankenstein’s Monster found herself growing weary of such a public spectacle. Fortunately, the environment outside was perfect for taking a walk with a treasured individual: Silver moonlight illuminated the freshly-fallen snow, dancing across particles of ice and turning them into their own set of stars. She held onto Elizabeth’s hand as she looked around in wonderment, standing flush against the other Servant’s arm to keep the cold air at bay.
At the far end of the sidewalk, a lone figure stood silhouetted against the night sky. Fran slowed to a stop, her grasp on Elizabeth’s hand tightening, and growled softly under her breath -- more out of instinct than a legitimate sense of danger. There was a protective urge coiling within her, something that refused to let this night be ruined by anything.
“Rrr...” Her dress rustled as she tensed, snow and ice crunching beneath the soles of her shoes.
@draconidol → @mibeltane