#nolifeprincess

[calabrun]

@nolifeprincess​ -- ;

This is how a late night always was, wasn’t it? In forests of steel and glass, the only true constant was the sculling of clouds and the fortunate moon that managed to creep its way through the cloud cover. He was growing sick of these modern cities, but was also endlessly fascinated by them: clouts of humanity writhing and developing so quickly he was almost engrossed in the way they devoured themselves. As a crosswalk light indicated it was fine to cross, an arbitrary thing to obey, he couldn’t help but stop at the sight of a girlish figure. A girl who carried his blood as freshly as his own demise over a century ago.

“...Ana?”

[mcuntainbcrn]

@nolifeprincess cont. from here: [x]

Once it appeared that the dhampir would listen to her, she retracted her hand, speaking in a voice so soft that human ears would be incapable of detecting it, “I’ll keep this brief - you’ve been stalked for the last ten blocks; they may be hunters, so be on your guard.” she breathed, extracting a pack of cigarettes from the deep pockets of her dress and stepping around the woman as she shook one loose and lit up, “...that’s all.”

[seranen-blog]

@nolifeprincess ; starter call x

      “ Micchan ~ ! ” male calls from behind, cheerful tone present in voice (thank heavens for those days off — it surely was making wonders for his mood!) as long legs move towards her direction, warm smile coloring pale features.

      “ I still have some days off! want to hang out somewhere for today? my treat! ” vet happily asks her, heterochromatic eyes shining with energy and excitment.

[seranen-blog]

@nolifeprincess​

   a hand that sheepishly tried to hold hers several times during that walk in the park resumed Bryan’s mood. in love, but too shy to say so — o, the hardships of romance. the man thinks again and again quietly, heterochromatic eyes now gazing at the scenario around them, trying his best to take those feelings away from mind and trying to act as normally as possible. though, when she slips accidently near the river bed and his reactions are quick enough to hold her by the waist, letting them stay a bit too close for comfort (at least for friends) is when his common sense snaps.

   lips quickly touching hers before his mind thinks about the whole ordeal twice, eyes closed and a peck that lasts shortly — man putting woman straight up again and turning on his back, tips of ears giving a tint of red.

      “ I’m — I’m sorry. ” he meekly says, more than embarrassed.

[calisvol]

@no-lifeprincess​ -- ;

   he could sense her distress as clearly as if it’d been vocalized before him . alucard knew , yes , this was a facet of him that ran a risk showing itself so openly . weakness created vulnerabilities this organization could exploit and use against him . especially when it came to his own daughter . but in the late night when absolutely no one traversed the halls in the witching hours , in the subterranean wings beneath the house , he wasted no time in seeking her out . a hand came to stroke through the black of her hair , gently kissing the crown of the dhampir’s head . 

  ‘ i apologize for keeping you waiting , fiica mea . ‘