#draculc

[dhampirblood-blog]

     “Father, when did you know you loved mother?” 

       The question was unexpected, out of the blue as the boy sat in his study. Yet it was a thought that lingered in his mind for some time, having seen the way both his parents were around one another. Lighthearted, like young and bantering children in love, despite their age. Yet both were so different, two walks of life having found one another, and from it he was born, a mixture of both halves, come together as one. So it brought about the question, one that had him curious as to his father’s thoughts. 

        “Do you think one day, I may fall for a human as you did...?”  // @draculc liked for a starter.

[wargod-archive]

@draculc RED LIGHT LIKE THE SETTING SUN  ✧・ﾟ: *✧

            ❛   I once devoured all the souls in the land I resided. Is it something like that?   ❜   Their jokes could be MORBID and ESTRANGED from common humor. Despite this they would laugh among themselves heartily. Arita smiled, a toothy grin but it became overwhelmed by the awkward air surrounding them. And still they smiled, because that’s really the only thing they care to do anymore.

[divinotis-blog]

@draculc​

        There are times when she wanders ------ never over - far, granted, and she is certain she could find them again ( her companions tend to be difficult to miss ).  Tonight, it is merely a walk to clear her head --- Trevor is sleeping off his drink and Adrian is sleeping for the first time in weeks, and she had not been able to find any rest herself.  So she wanders, hood up; unafraid of either the darkness or the now - empty streets.  This town is too small to have captured the notice of the horde just yet.

                       She notes the sensation before anything else --- perhaps it is her magic.  Perhaps she has merely spent too long among the supernatural not to have a sense for it.  But suddenly, quick as her breath, SOMETHING IS NOT RIGHT.  Her hands raise, magic crackling just beneath her skin.

                “Show yourself!” she says, scarcely louder than her normal speech, trusting it to carry.  Whatever is near, it is far deadlier than the demons they had faced before; she can feel her stomach dropping, shoulders tensing.  For fear of what, she knows not.