(Wrong button. My bad.) One of his twins put bunny ears during one of his many meetings. While the other laughs before their mother walks out with tears in her eyes.
@ohmymizuko
The mixture of joy from his daughters and the sadness from his wife has him cut the meeting a bit short. The most important topics were already discussed and sorted out, pieces of the puzzle that is making new footprints in the world of progress has been made. Now he is just mending fraying edges, so to speak.
His girls are at his side now, with the ancient one leaning to their slightly pointed ears and whispers to them.
"Do guide your mother here. There is one more thing that must be discussed."
With a gentle hand, he pets their heads and ushers them along after their beloved mum.
Send ‘Bedroom Present’ For the receiving muse to find the sending muse fully nude and laying seductively on their bed.
D never came to the Capital much, the humans here have fought tooth and nail to drive every single vampire out of this place. Bloodshed in the thousands, perhaps millions-- all so the humans could finally reclaim a home for themselves. A reclamation of dignity that had been savagely stripped away by the nobility of the past. The hunter only makes his appearance in this safe haven for mortals if he was explicitly asked to be here for an upcoming job. That's how sacred the Capital was to the inhabitants of this world.
Though imagine his surprise when he was requested to protect the daughter of one of the wealthiest citizens of the frontier. A blind, but lovely brunette woman by the name of Mizuko. Truth be told he has seen that noble lady, stumbling about by her lonesome--sometimes running away from her attendants in defiance. Refusing to be babied because of her disability. The instructions he was given were simple-- chaperone her during an event, make sure she wasn't getting into trouble. Or worse--being kidnapped by a noble.
It sounded very easy. It paid handsomely. The family of Mizuko even extended their home in welcome, allowing the dhampir who is used to the cold glares of mortals and rough wilderness of the frontier a place to lay his head. A kindness rarely given. His own refuge from the outside world.
However, checking into his room for the night, he meets an unexpected sight, the blind woman in the nude. Legs Sprawled out, her womanhood and full breasts on display. She barely stirs as D shuts the door behind him, drinking up the sight of the warm, supple flesh waiting for him. So many thoughts racing in his mind, but those were silenced by the sensation of heat trailing from his stomach--down to his groin. The hunter wants to pounce on top of the maiden, to tangle his pallid fingers in her dark hair while he kisses her neck, and then trail off to her bosom.
The desire to descend even further to taste the arousal emanating from her wet cunt. Beneath the dark power that created his being, the power that separated him from mere mortals and lower nobles.
D was still but a man.
A man with blood still coursing through his veins. A man with filthy desires to spread a maiden open, and fill her up with his cock and seed. But D had to subdue the urges...for she was a mortal woman. A woman from a respectable family that lived in the Capital. They could never be. Even if he wanted.
D had to remember his kind was not entirely welcomed here. And even more so--him fucking the daughter of his employer was also entirely unwelcomed. He was paid to watch over her, and that is what he'll do.
He'll watch as she fingers herself on top his bed, calling out to him. Begging, sweating. Desperate for his touch. A touch that will never come.
Send ‘Breeding an Heir’ for a thread where the receiving muse impregnates the sending muse.
@ohmymizuko
So. The dinner was indeed as splendid as the ancient one had promised. To the best of his ability he has accommodated her and every wish that she had, and then some. Vlad is losing himself in showing such love and affection to her even when he already had a set plan, which was to ensure he gets this one in bed. And for what he can see is that she is very willing, coming to him even before he introduced himself as expected of encounters like this.
Him, the black traveler who is here one instant and gone with the wind as it came. People like the little lady always would be attracted to him and come close even if it meant certain danger. Even if they wanted that danger.
Later in the night now, Vlad takes Mizuko's thoroughly wined and dined person to his bedchambers...
~ + ~
"Come, my lady." Vlad speaks softly, keeping his steps behind her as he guides her with her hands in his. Outstretched like wings, nearly waltzing into the spacious room - one that is only as transient as he is, it will serve its purpose - with his lips next to Mizuko's ear.
"Would you like to feel how I treat a lady at the end of our outing?" But he doesn't wait for her answer before he has her in the middle of the room, his kiss reaching her hair, then down her neck... but he keeps those fangs to himself. The most he does is tease her, coax an answer out of her through a giggle if need be, his touch feather-light and maybe a bit ticklish.
Just to keep contact with the blind woman and keep her excited, or get her there. Keep her longing and never deprived of his touch.
"I shall give you more than flowers here, my sweet."
Playlist Name: A love written in Ash
Their main song: Young and Beautiful By Lana Del Rey
The Song that plays during a romantic scene between the two: Don't Fear the Reaper cover By Gus.
A Song to play in the background of a battle: Seven Devils By Florence + The Machine
The Song that plays during their wedding/most important date night: All is full of love/Darkest Dreaming mashup
The Song that plays during a fight/sad moment: Pretty when you cry By Lana Del Rey
The Song that describes my muse's current feelings/thoughts about your muse: Creep by Radiohead
The song that plays if they were to ever break-up: Roses By Lana Del Rey
The song that plays when my muse thinks of yours: Brena By A Perfect Circle
" You'd be safer in the capital--far away from me. "
So he decided to be the young thing tonight, after indulging in quite a bit of blood on top of. Well. Just shaving. At least that's what he claims is the reason why all the wrinkles and harsher lines on his face disappeared. Not that it mattered much until he gets up close with his dearest, the downside of doing all this performance and her only being able to enjoy it with her hands.
Which has it's own set of perks, but the ancient one still contemplates how much she will be affected if he...
"Darling..." Vlad speaks slowly, gentle in his petting of Mizuko's hair before pressing his recently warmed lips against her forehead.
"I take it you have missed me? It has been quite some time since departing on my travels again. Our daughters have aged a few more years, soon they will be adults and leave the nest... pity."
"But I will have you, will I not? To love and to hold, just like this, for a while longer."
Mizuko lays a pillow on the priest's lap and laid her head down. "I'm so tired." She knew messing with the priest would be fun since her twins were asleep and Vlad was away. "I need human company."
The cold man had found a place to sit in the palace, his head propped against the back of his fingers as he let his eyes droop. By now the book he had been reading had fallen closed -an old tome he had brought with him to this strange and honestly terrifying place. As much as it unnerved him, Mizuko's presence and that of her children did put him at ease. So long as he could avoid the eye of the Nobles and keep the young bride entertained, his existence here was almost peaceful.
He was pulled from his pseudo-state of sleep as he suddenly felt heft on his narrow lap that hadn't been there previously. He snapped his eyes open, letting shock take him a moment before hearing Mizuko's voice. He looked down to her, confused and a bit bashful.
"Ms. Mizuko...I apologise, I was just reading," he excused.
"It...it is rather quiet tonight, isn't it? Strangely so...."
