#inquiry adjourned

[pragmatisch]

Do you think Alucard will miss you when you die?

ask her anything | accepting.

      Contemplative orbs of blue nary a glare back to her questioner; pensive donned the somewhat tense atmosphere, considering to whom the subject matter derives off of, and what it pray tells. You knew beforehand throughout the 30 years of endurance t’was agitating without the sole instructor who raised you properly, taught you etiquette in the forme of leadership qualities, whilst progressively becoming your own gentlewoman as a fine British woman. Briefly an outcast of an inquiry tethers into the mix, regarding if her mutt truly--if not chiefly--felt similar amidst his self-destructive wandering. A corporeal shake of your head signifies the brush away from such absurdity; you may not believe--whether desire yearns or not--he reciprocates mutually, as always: betwixt the exchange from you and he were mere business practices as master and mutt--of equal grounds; equivalents; countess to her count. With this emerges reminder how loyalty-bound and obsessively attached a hound can be after many years; he, of the immortal realm, intruding upon the lands of the mortal, where he finds no solace as an outcast of this reality, had received many years becoming inured with your presence.      She dared not to revel on such ruminating dwellings of a wandering, ever-yearning curiosity. Linger anymore on the subject at hand would result in further elongating the silence; she must be swift in response, discrete yet straightforward. Albeit wishing to confess, you reassure the bond that has lasted many years shall not disperse, for death does not part you both.

“He will find his way to search for me, even if it means tearing down the walls and obstacles in Hell that are in his path.”     You excuse the inquiry deliberately, closing the matter with light taps of your cigar that hovers above the ash tray to discard excessive remnants of tobacco. Opposing the internal upsetting of the thought does your countenance display usual stoic, more of orbs diverting attention from the entity. Quizzically for them, t’was a gesture unfounded, indecipherable; if knowledgeable, she wished no longer to tarry on this fruitless conversation.

[dragonsplight-blog]

"my favorite food is black dragon omelettes"

meme | accepting.

‘ is that why you had been abducted by auntie onyxia, hm? you did not wish to inherit the throne later in your mortal life, but wishing to dine upon your greed within her dwelling. i had not realized i stand now before someone as bold as they are recklessly mindless. ’

[strangewar-blog]

❛ What a vivid imagination. ❜

@vvarlcrd | sentence.

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world. A quote resounding akin steeple bells, tintinnabulation that describes her appreciative words of support, or, god forbid, condescension. Not an inch of doubt circulated obvious justification that be the evidence of her presence. her soothing scent, a recognition for the feline who wishes only to be near. Despite the flaws of favoritism evident when comparing mannerisms portrayed to Joy and towards those sparing naught but a disdainful glare through spectacles. It mattered little if it were, innately aloof; adolescent years can vouch on the notion of these habits.

Would it be an acceptable fiction, fabrication only to appease her, appeal. A continuation of this thread of small speech introduces a comment on this revelation itself. ' It's quite a riveting story, isn't it? ' Solemn nod ensues, chuckles escaping your lips, somewhat curling lips upward before they thin thereafter the shortlived string of quiet laughter. Tongue clicks as preface for another dialogue. ' It's a start. An initialization for what I predict will eventually come to pass. We humans have a naturally innate talent of bringing life out of nothing, even out of simple fabrications conjured from our very minds when we dream or "day-dream", perse. ' Intentional pause, sparing merciful moment for her to register the elaboration, subsequently posing a plain inquiry from pure curiosity. ' Have you something else in mind? '

[hismodel-blog1]

' i can tell when you’re lying. '

sentence starters | accepting

Convivial air obscures by arising thick tension brewing, aloof always in arm’s reach; strictly business were you both, propositions obligated by the contract sworn at the empty promise of an established friendship. Pustulent pores be which his tongue inhabits, wagging effortlessly, concisely with precision; inducing the masses, sly as the fox. The white rabbit strayed amidst snow piled during winter, camouflage granted by nature’s boon of winter coat. Were it not for convenience melted snow ceased reliability, the svelte, fragile specimen could be naught but a silhouette in his fragmented memories. Closure sought at instinctive grip of your jaded jewel, crisp and shone luminously betwixt separating crevice of thumb and index finger; tightening clutch of small quivers exemplify what the vulture foretold in his spiel, what he perceives through thine jovial soul: fear. apprehension of his ulterior motives.Confidence defied, bravery mustered however much weight fortifies retaliation. Whilst constructed poorly, straight brows crook in sync with narrowing scleras sharply glaring at the deranged dementia of a sordid photogenic psychopath.

‘ You can say that, but I think you’re delusional. ’ Spat out teeth and bone, repulsive derivative materializing natural death and feminine anatomy ingrained morbid nightmares, accentuating mental fragility; accentuating premonitions of himself, his unpredictable capabilities singed fears into your skull, now branding thine eyes visibly.