deathless ♚ sentence meme : you will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. . : @embya
the rain was cold. so cold, in fact, that he had his doubts on whether or not it would not freeze upon his very skin. it blotted on his lips, pooled in the dark ridges beneath his eyes and just above his shadows on his cheekbones before dripping from his chin. it soaked the ends of silver-streaked hair and the heavy theatre cloak that was cast about his shoulders to ward off the dread of the frigid season’s breath. but it was cold. and it was this very fact that distracted the count from how deeply the knife had cut, sliding through flesh and bone to carve between his ribs, to plunge into his back and let bleed old wounds anew.
the man stood as stiffly as stone, chin raised and eyes devoid of any and all emotion that might give away the severity of his condition. unending pain brought forth like pouring blood by memories of antiquity and a lack of human guilt. he had long since become impervious to the spasms in his face, to the compulsion to kill the one who’d caused it.
how many women, he wondered, had come to haunt the halls of his eerie carpathian fortress since the time of his demise? how many had lined themselves upon his doorstep with their dainty necks askew, their scarlet lips dripping with the blood of innocent men, and had tried to take the place of a most beloved companion? how many had he hunted past the point of no return, weaving through the forests of birch and silver pine in search of red, red fox that had always thought to best him? none who matched her beauty, her intellect, her kindness which despite his earnest attempts to hold it to his breast, had long since withered away from his vast, yet fragile memory. she was a moth-eaten tapestry that he no longer recognized. an ancient puzzle with scattered pieces that would never be found, despite his desperation of looking for them everywhere and in all the wrong places wedged upon the earth.
❛❛ have you finished? ❜❜ the count’s tenor was even in spite of the many moments that had passed in silence between them. he seemed to melt into the shadow where he stood, until it had consumed all but the pair of eerie eyes left peering into her soul. two little gemstones of unchecked malevolence. sparkling bright. hatred and evil combined into one and left to battle and war until no light could reach them. ❛❛ good. then you can be on your way. ❜❜
