(💔 Fucked Up Kisses / Adelaide & Alucard) a kiss when it’s not allowed.
Fucked Up Kisses / Always Accepting ngl
His lips were cold as ice.
Frozen, her heart beat wildly in her chest, eyes wide, fingers twitching as the little housemaid debated on shoving away from the (stranger?). Everything was confusing, familiar and comfortable while terrifyingly confusing, like a puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit, but completed the picture.
Discomfort rolled in her stomach, too-strong hands curling into her shoulders for a moment, two …
And then he was stepping back, unfamiliar familiar crimson narrowed in what looked like irritation (or self loathing), snarl curling those lips, as her own pressed in a thin line.
Perhaps he spoke apologies, the fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the blood rushing in them as she attempted to encourage her vocal cords or muscles to work, receiving only a jab of pain, the beginnings of a splitting headache. What timing.
It was all so wrong, but it felt like she had been here… Before.
With another lost murmur and a flutter of his coat, the man retreated from whence he came, Adelaide left in the silence of the three am manor hall.
“What the fuck…”
Another life, this behavior would have been standard. In a few months, quite the same. Memories come and go like paper boats in the ocean’s tide - it was only a matter of time before centuries of ice cold lips and too-strong fingertips were familiar once more.
For now, a shutter ran through the woman, mind grasping at memories she had not yet regained.
For now, such behavior was not exactly allowed.















