#hemoerotiic

[bizarre-conception]

@hemoerotiic

“Johnny, one would want to assume you are a stranger to this house, lingering on the Veranda like this~” Jesting softly in between ticks of a clock that had become completely oblivious to how much had passed, if not for one or another indicator in that bright and cloudless sky. To make its way and be as generous to provide a time that was surely, thoroughly, unimportant to the either of them. 

Katarina finds herself used to have guests. To those little gatherings at her family’s home, perfectly timed to bide her moments whenever Alucard would vanish from her side ( he always sees those friends that come by, for a greeting, for a spell of a talk, leaving them with friendly ‘warnings’ to take good care of her ). Not else with the tall man now loitering around in fresh air, while herself would rest in the confines of warmth with cushions and blankets. 

“Or have you seen something interesting I should come to take a glance at~?”

[ofcrimsonlove]

@hemoerotiic​

“Is there something I can do for you, sir? We are about to close for the night.” Strange guests, strange occurrences as of late ( to be around to her fathers’ doing, obviously ) and for this man to be such seemingly lost and stumble inside the manor as per the last moments of light to hit the floor length windows, he truly seemed just a tad too out-of-place to really be here for the blatancy of the parlour’s reason. Seaching, in a way, was what the little female understood as a way of acting and moving ( how perceptive she just truly is ), but for who and why?

With both her parents not to be around - a usual indeed that Louise would receive and serve for ‘guests’ - no matter how quaint and curious they truly seemed. “If you have a different goal, I can likely redirect you towards your correct location.”

[aevyternal]

@hemoerotiic

        Quiet melodic h u m to keep herself occupied as she steps out of vehicle, allowing for chauffeur to assist her in motion. A single nod is what she gives, hand leaving the gloved one of the man   &   falling to sleeve of cashmere coat as silvery gaze flits up to the familiar home with starry SMILE that spreads ‘pon her lips. She moves lightly up the steps until she stops before the door. Fingers C U R L with lift of hand, sharply rapping on the hard surface to announce ARRIVAL, then falling to open the door ( not wishing to expose the one within to more SUNLIGHT than was necessary ).

            ❝  Johnny ?  ❞

    The ring of voice E C H O E S within the tall walls of home, as she enters   &   closes door behind her with a click. Only a few times for her to have found herself within his home, but enough to venture a little deeper, peeking around wall of entrance with the smile still settled ‘pon the delicate features of the woman when she sights the vampire.

                              ❝  I do beg pardon for my unannounced visit. I thought you could use some company, if you would have me.  ❞

[grotesque-puppet]

@e--nomine

“ Did we not talk about it~? I mentioned quite before, you are lacking in strength and style for my personal preference. ” What should it even matter to a Vampire if a Death God was personally displeased with hunting preferences and fighting approaches? Nothing at all, one would want to exclaim! Yet all, everything and all, found itself just a little bit more different in the presence of the black clad Shinigami. “ One would believe it to be a worthwhile experience to be taught by someone who has my knowledge~ ”

Humming sound in the back of his throat betraying disapproval such obviously drawn all over gestures and words, with what had happened, with what would happen; - how about the very fact? The little toy before him could far nothing for an acquaintance the mortician had to make in the last few days, but this little exercise to come down upon the youth---

---a test in itself, for perhaps he was watched just again. 

How displeasing in itself, and how utterly encouraging the small flickers of ire normally smoldering away past lilting charme and less of a need to react. “ Additionally~--- ” No way to deny, no moment to pass, when just the slender form turned around and walked about, would head off into an alleyway dark and lingering ( he could play the bait just once again for those to feel ‘powerful’, it was easier that way ). “ ---I met someone quite known to you, and had to wonder how he found me. Surely, you may know the who and perhaps can answer me my unspoken inquiry of why as well~ ”

[grotesque-puppet]

@hemoerotiic​

How sad, indeed. 

Happenings as upsetting as they were entertaining for default of being accountable mere in a Death God’s pursue. Of course, of course~ - the Shinigami was aware about the lingering presence around his person. Only happening ( most of the time ), in fact, upon meeting with a very specific toy of his, with one such well-trained, such well-raised, shattered little hallow shell of beliefs and philosophies, mend anew and pieced together by idle hand and honey sweet words dripping with poison. 

Who would have known~? Quite indeed, himself just had. Yet not to be forgotten, took it just a few moments to pass - attention is ( at least sometimes to have ) such hard divided between goal and any ways on side that merrily could be taken in one or another hour passing time at night. Alas, enough of charade behind smiles and half-lidded eyes regarding gravestone of the long forgotten soul lingering to be remembered before such harbringer of death. How truly sad.

“ Now, come out~ I do not prefer to be lingered upon, especially if I am aware that the person such interested was watching me before~ ” 

Sweet, far too deceiving in mirthful tone, to offer and proclaim a knowledge about creature lurking in the dark and beneath moon such diligently hiding behind clouds, that should not have been attained, not have been found just either. Not so easy, fairly not so easy; as what just would this man want from him? Oh, he knows. “ Are you here about the blonde Vampire? Be not shy to be honest, he was the reason you followed me, correct~? ”