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❛ are you drunk? ❜

three word

“ No, no, of course not! ”

And he laughs, he laughs like he couldn’t have laughed before meeting the bottom of the bottle still on his hand, he laughs like he wasn’t able to while being caught by sad memories of loss of many kinds, he laughs like he’s hiding everything that ever hurt him because he knows he shouldn’t feel like that, but he does. He has a proper job that keeps him busy most part of the day each day, a proper roof above his head wil walls to match and a bed where to rest, he has proper meals to fill his stomach... but nothing is enough to fill the emptiness inside a soul that went through a lot more than its owner dares to accept.

He has Jolly, too, even if most of the time the man seems to slip past his fingers like sand or water, becoming thin air as Jules can’t breathe. He has Jolly, but he knows that Jolly belongs only to himself. Sometimes the loneliness is hard to bare, mostly when he let his guard down and memories find him weak and vulnerable.

He laughs, but the sound is bitter and the smile doesn’t reach his eyes.

#well... it had to happen eventually right?#eiiighteenth

@eiiighteenth

It had been quite a few years since Alucard had called the Alchemist for aide ( ah, but was it not mostly that they enjoyed to fight together ~ ? ) and with changes made to Hellsing, to his organization, to himself, yet now and here was just the fitting moment to do so again. With how amusingly different everything was to years lying in the past.

“There you are~ And here I thought you would leave me standing, my friend.”

Oh, but did he truly think it? An old employment relationship, quite a few nights spend together in pursue and hunt for the unknown and nameless - to be brought to recognition in way only ink on paper would hold it worth. Truly, yes, it was quite a bit of time, and ( one would maybe think it as arrogant ) the Vampire’s approach had been spontaneous, the invitation given leaving no doubt of urgency ( and such still uttered with playful tone in writing ), the words to have even had a slight tone of the absolute. But all - indeed - in good friendship.

“I hope time has treated you well~? We may chat on the way, if you like and have questions, there is quite a fiend to hunt for the night.”

#eiiighteenth #{;;rp}#rp;01;eiiighteenth #{ v: i step outside in the wars we wage [main] }#[ ah yes hello #here we go 8>#this is like a year maybe two after he took over hellsing #so just you know the time 8> ]

MEME ( accepting/selective. )

Δ = playing with their hair .

Cold sensation of unused leather against his skin makes him stiffen up, even though this kind of sofa offers a softer surface than the one he is used to, made of sapphire color & velvet skin. Yet it does not last for long, there is another body sprawled out, another source of heat close against his own body & the king moves just a little further until his own figure lies on top, long legs are intertwined into each other they might lose where one person starts & where the other one ends.

Glasses placed somewhere else, his whole world has turned into a blurry mixture of faint light & a lot of black; fabric, shades, hair. So instead of trying to keep his gaze focused, his majesty lowers his head, rests it against a slowly moving chest & lids falling until they are almost, just almost closed.

They do not speak for quite a while.

Somewhere along the line, un-gloved fingers are mixing with his hair, caressing strands & moving away parts of navy blue from his features. He can feel them against his nose & along the curve of his eyebrows, the pace slow enough for him to calm down & to forget the potential danger of letting his guard drop just like that ( because there was no danger existent in the first place ).

However, the king does not & will never learn to enjoy silence for long, even though when he speaks up again his voice is more like a murmur than anything else. « It seams like I am about to neglect my work for the rest of the evening yet I cannot bring myself to regret. »

– So p l e a s e, just continue.

#even though munakata only uses closeness to intimidate people usually #i feel like they ignore personal space completely the moment they become used to each other #( ♔: otp - moonlight drowns out all but he brightest stars. )#eiiighteenth

OOC.

[00:42:22] Machine | Bex | eiiighteenth: OLD MAN WILL HAVE TO D E A L AS LONG AS HE CAN HAVE HIS CIGAR BREAKS IN BETWEEN KEEPING HIM OCCUPIED OMF LOL [00:43:06] rena. ♔: REISI IS FINE WITH THAT HE WILL SMOKE A NORMAL CIGARETTE WHILE WAITING [00:43:08] rena. ♔: MAYBE TAKE A SHOWER [00:43:12] rena. ♔: OR READ A BOOK [00:43:35] rena. ♔: FINISH A REPORT FOR WORK

#( ♔: author. )#eiiighteenth #i am sorry i love this so much--#old man struggling with the youngsters #kids these days is2g

[ JOLLY ]

“Don’t give me that look, mon amour...” The term of endearment glides from his lips just like it had multiple times before. He can’t even recall how many times he had uttered it (or the individuals who had been on the receiving end of such a nickname), but his voice never loses its “genuine” tone...

And that’s what matters most.

“I wanted to tell you-- I really did, but it was never the right time. I can tell you everything you want to know now, though.” One step after another takes him closer to the man. He isn’t sure how his beloved will react next, but he’s prepared for anything.

#eiiighteenth #rp #//new mastermind flare august verse is go!#v: { i'm the image of deception & i'll shred your heart to pieces }#//and i apologize in advance jolly #//and i'm not even sure if it'll be team flare #//maybe another name...#The Reveal

{ JOLLY }

“Well, look who it is! Hello, stranger!” He’s perched on the side of the lab’s pool, his hands balancing bowls of food. It was feeding time for the water-types, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t also catch up with his old friend!

“Come on over!” He nods to a space beside him. “Take a seat and tell me what you’ve been doing since I last saw you!”

#eiiighteenth #rp #//here we go!#//a wee short thing for now #Jolly's Return

eiiighteenth:

Jolly’s a busy man, sometimes. Sometimes, like today, when the sunlight still hasn’t turned to gold and the daybreak outside is still a smokey sort of blue now that he‘s up, dressed, dreaming letters into life against the grain of his paper for the somebody still sleeping upstairs (and likely not for long–but long enough for Jolly to decide to do this at all.)

And he’s off into the early morning, soon, with the letter left behind opened up and waiting patiently beside the cup of coffee left half-way to completion.

‘August, Leaving early. Work to do. Be home by three. Hope the bed hasn’t gotten too cold for you without me. Clear your schedule after six. I have something to show you for tonight. See you later.’ -Jolly.’

He rolls over, expecting to feel a comforting presence by his side, but is met with nothing but an empty space. Bleary eyes crack open to peek at the alarm clock and, upon seeing how early it is, he huffs.

He’s gone already?

After several long minutes of trying to get himself up, Augustine heads on downstairs, stifling a ywan as he goes. He parts his lips to call out to the other, but pauses when he catches sight of a note propped beside a mug. After quickly reading it over, he smiles and rolls his eyes.

What was that man up to?

With his mind full of scenarios--some more extravagant than others--Augustine settles down with the coffee that had easily been prepared thanks to Jolly and thinks about the day ahead of him. First, he had work, but after that he would be free as a bird, which meant that participating in whatever the alchemist had planned was definitely on his schedule.

#eiiighteenth #rp #//WHAT DO YOU HAVE PLANNED JOLLY #//I CANT THINK OF ANYTHING