#inspeak

[catsurlamoon]

THE SKINLESS DOG SPEAKS IN TONGUES.

[kvsmy-blog]

                                        you’ve got some red cheeks / @inspeak

                   she’s floating in the air, not as relaxed as her normal flying position. marcy's shoulder carry a tension that she’s not used. she’s on a mission today. dracula’s only surviving offspring is somewhere near here. she’s not sure of his exact location. there’s not that information currently available to her about why the vampire king and the entire war council have suddenly gone silent. honestly she’s kind of pissed about it currently. 

                     her fingers strum over the instrument in her hands. can you hear her song sypha?

[belrunt]

You deserve to be loved and you deserve what you are given.

                                  florence + the machine / acc / @inspeak 

              perhaps he should try to make a rule about people making really sappy and loving statements when he’s not expecting them. he does not know how to react besides an body shaking case of raucous laughter. he should not be so amused by the statement itself but he’s never been good at accepting love and affection no matter how much he’s craved it. perhaps they were a match made at the devil’s table, a perfect fit for each other.

               an excommunicated heretic who’s eyes turn to he stars of empty synagogues with an unstoppable curiosity and the enemy of god herself living in cooperation, the wealth of a collected knowledge and history of her people. a perfect ft, he could never deserve to be loved by anyone. let alone her and yet they form something different, they are not alone. a collective front with alucard standing between dracula’s rage and the world. the world it’s end. is not something one can do together without being able to find hope in each other. what a perfect match they are. 

                                                    ❝ good one, sypha. ❞

                his shoulders finally work on stilling, tears of laughter forming at the edge of his eyes as wipes them away. a true and sarcastic smile forming on plump lips. he presses a large slightly greasy hand into her hair mussing it with way more force than he probably needed to do so with. perhaps somewhere deep in his sould he knows that she’s serious and that it should not be so funny that they’re such a good match. but for now he’ll play it off as a joke. he doesn’t want to think harder about who they are to each other than he already has. 

[belrunt]

                             we move along with some new passion / @inspeak

             peers over the the edge over his scratchy foul smelling sheet. it’s gross but it’s as close to a home as he’s had since the church decided they weren’t worth keeping around. he pulls himself up into a sitting position, the stars twinkle down at him in what he can only think is condensing amusement.

              while all of the all mighty’s creations laugh at him without worry or reservations, at least today he did not awaken to the cosmic sense of humor on his own today. as bleary eyes blink the world the world into sharper focus and pulls himself up into a shaking hunched hung over stupor he finally catches sight of sypha. perhaps he should have woken up earlier, because he feels the urge to give into a sappy first thing in the morning whispers. embarrassing.