୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, repeated themes of obsession, yandere, unhealthy relationships, imagined relationships (rígr), it's implied shikama does a lot to them 💀, mostly proofread
୨୧﹑words :: 1.2k
I had this idea a while ago but I couldn't be bothered until now (<- me from literally over a year ago)
I FISHED THIS OUTTA THE DARKEST CORNERS OF THE DRAFTS TO FEED Y'ALL I can't even believe I'm about to do this it literally had green dividers from my THIRD Tumblr theme 😭 I wanna post more ONS content again though so expect it here and there. requests are a VERY hard maybe
── ୨୧：ky luc
Ky is entirely unbothered by this little arrangement you've made, letting you do as you please around him and indulging you in some of your little gestures of affection, all in exchange for keeping him fed straight from the source. You can sense Ky is not fully invested in this relationship-- may not even see it in the same light that you do. How dare he act so casually toward you. You wanted him to be less formal, but Ky is always brushing you off as 'livestock' that he claims to somewhat fancy, though not for anything but the taste of your blood.
In truth, he finds you quite strange. He has warned you before that you better not dare be too bold and involve yourself too personally in his affairs publicly. He's quick to remind you how easy it would be to kill you, all done with a hand to your throat and the blade forming around his hand as he offers to fulfil that promise immediately. He's noticed how overeager you are, and he almost doesn't like it. Ky doesn't trust you on your own; he's put off by how strangely you act. He's tried to tell you a million times he does not and cannot love you, but each time, you go crawling back to him, begging him to continue your deal.
Ky has figured out he can use your own adoration and idolisation of him against you because you will keep falling for the things he says for now. He knows he can offer even shallow acts only vaguely reminiscent of lovers, and you'd do it in a heartbeat. You're somehow so stubborn yet so easy to control, and he takes advantage of that to the full extent, watching you run around like a headless chicken trying to please him. It's entertaining to know you still somehow think this is moving you up some kind of ladder closer to him accepting your love without a deal.
── ୨୧：urd geales
Urd has developed a growing tolerance for you ever since you first appeared and kept appearing in the places he was going you could access. You seemed too nervous to talk every time he approached, so he had to wait until you began your advances, and once they started, they didn't stop. He hated to admit that a part of him was strangely enamoured by the idea that maybe if he let your infatuation fester enough, you'd be the one person who would never leave, but he also knows you're extremely abusive at times.
You can't hurt him, nor could you dream of it, but it was saying too much that hurt him. You smothered him, babied him for a time and swore you'd hurt anyone who just so much as brushed against him too harshly for your tastes. It is uncontrollable, and Urd never knows if you'll go through with it. Urd tries to calm you down, but you've managed to convince yourself he's too nice, and this is how you'll 'protect' him from the world. You suffocate Urd so much that he doesn't know if you still think of him as an adult or as a child.
Urd requires your utmost attention, and there are many times he's considered ending your life so that you can't be a bother to the peace he's created, but he keeps getting drawn back. Urd knows if he leaves you to your devices and allows you to fuss over him, you'll be at ease, even if you seem to want to control him. If Urd lets you fuss, you stay put, and if you stay put, you won't leave to go anywhere. For a while, you'll remain with him, and he can subject himself to the headache for the reward.
── ୨୧：rígr stafford
This relationship you have with him always seems to go unnoticed. He ignores you all the time, he's never around, and he never pays even a hint of attention to you. You're glad to find yourself locked up because, for the first time in a while, he looks back at you with all of his attention. It's just like how you imagined it to be intense and with a strange interest that perhaps doesn't belong.
You're so glad he's finally started paying attention to you. This is much better than when you borrow his things and imagine him, the way he'd scold you for it, the disappointment you would think was visible on his face.
"I took more than just that." You confess just as he opens his mouth to speak and don't even allow him a chance to ask what you are doing. You keep idolising this man; you likely always will, adoring him and holding him on the pedestal he deserves. He can only shake his laugh at you and say something about how this is inevitable. He does this on purpose. He runs a cult. Everybody starts somewhere.
You have to hold back losing it on him because he doesn't seem to understand you are long past the isolation period of thinking him a God. You used to believe that, but not anymore. You used to feel dirty every time you took up his time, like the greatest sin you've committed, and you still revel in it. You are the mortal who dragged him from his place, and you will never truly allow him to leave you behind if he should leave this world. You must keep leaving him gifts and perhaps borrowing his personal items right under his nose. Couples share everything, don't they?
── ୨୧：shikama dōji
You're such a mild inconvenience to his plans that he almost doesn't even notice after a while, letting you indulge yourself as you ignore every single boundary he sets out for you. The only reason he sits you down and scolds you is that you got too close to something he's not eager to share. You follow his word like law. Once he figures out there is nothing you wouldn't do for him, there is seldom a thing he won't do to you. You are his everything, and not in a good way; his plaything is a better description.
He finds your infatuation with him to be of enough interest as it is, but you also pose a very good catalyst for all of his other questions about humans as well. At his fingertips is someone who would do anything that he asks in order to please him. You had better be good and do whatever he wants, and you might be rewarded for it, and though he's quite selfish to do this only for him, he is very good at pleasing you for your troubles. He won't make any exception for you, not when he's prizing you above the rest, which he reminds you is not to be treated lightly. It isn't fair for only you to get happiness, is it?
If keeping you on a chain makes you behave, even if you begin to grow bored of your obsession with him (which he doubts you will), he's become far too interested in what made you this way. He wants to know how far he can push, how long it will take you to fall out of this 'love', how much he can taunt you and use you for his own sick amusement. Not for the same reasons as you, but your reasons certainly make it easier.
CW: blood drinking, use of the dehumanizing terms (pet/livestock/lamb/kind of a dog and pup), actual dehumanizing, Urd is written to be a little cruel, Horn is definitely living up to her name ♡, you are getting exactly what you thought 💀, there is literally nothing here but depravity, this is not proofread
WC: 1.5k
NOTES: this is a month old draft I found mostly finished and because I feel bad leaving you with nothing here it is 😔 the original title for this was, and I quote, "Rígr using his cult to participate in cult activities that involving culting like he runs a cult." which may or may not be a Kubz Scouts reference 💀
anyway here's the deal, this started as just Rígr but my brain was like "brr" and then I was like "oh ok" and added some more characters (no Ferid we know what he's like already it'd be redundant) AND I KNOW NOBODY ASKED BUT I DID this is for my entertainment not yours /j I refuse to justify this. I cannot justify this. I am a monsterfucker and fangs make everything ten times hotter eat my shoe.
─ ୨୧： rígr stafford
the perks of being in the brotherhood have always outweighed the downsides, though there are many of those to be found just about everywhere. Your current position is one of surprising power, allowing you to ask him about and for anything you want, complain in small talk about something bothering you and suddenly it's gone. Apparently it's a consequence of him finding it…unpleasant…to drink from someone if they're too tense, something about a bitter aftertaste of stress, whatever the hell that means. Still, it means your life involves two things and most of it is downtime, waiting for him to call for you when he grows increasingly thirsty.
at times he allows you to subtly tease him, and he encourages you at times which is ever so slightly strange…but you can never keep it up for long, it's hard to taunt someone for regarding you as a blood slave when he's the one who's a slave to your blood. You have no idea what he sees in you, but he sees something, and it gets you privilege. It's a nice privilege, so you keep your mouth shut when necessary and make some sly comment he suspects is the truth while thinly veiling it as just a jest. He may have heavily modified his body but he's hardly above petty desires of a Vampire.
it's your job to make sure the hungry Vampire is well fed and happy.
─ ୨୧： urd geales
he can demean you in unimaginably cruel ways, but he is also kinder to you than most Vampires. It's not a thing of care, nor is it particularly an issue when he decides not to do so and perhaps unknowingly says something rather callous. His value of Humans is superficial, caring more about the fact that they won't revolt if they're given freedom, and so he doesn't mind much when you choose to keep offering your blood to him. A catch in the rules allows this, contrary to Sanguinem's laws against drinking blood directly from a Human within captivity, Russia's law allows it under the guise of it being a consensual thing, even if you receive something in exchange for it.
you always have and likely always will receive something in exchange for it—his way to entice you back.
humans are very greedy, is always the justification and while it's true you're here to be rewarded for the low low price of potential anaemia, that doesn't mean you enjoy hearing about what he thinks of your kind as a whole. He knows recognition from their King isn't enough, in fact he's very aware of that. He started small, in quantity that is, and he was always conscious of the fact you weren't used to any of this. It's his responsibility to ease you into it lest you pull away from your deal, and that means side effects can't be allowed to hit you too harshly until you're more familiar with what that entails. most nights you can sleep it off easily, never straying far from where he left you though you can never seem to find him when you wake up, though it's not as if you couldn't just ask.
you know better than to ask, once your transaction is over you'd best not overstay your welcome, he doesn't like it when you linger.
─ ୨୧： ky luc
perhaps the easiest to please though not by any means gentle, because for as easy as he is to please it's not nearly as easy to deal with the aftereffects of pleasing him. You can never get your head straight because he just doesn't know when to stop. It's like leaving a small child unsupervised with a large bag of marshmallows and naïvely trusting them to only eat a few—next thing you know half the bag is gone. He gets bored easily however and when it's not obligatory he certainly is not one to extend extra effort to a mere Human he knows solely for the sake of their blood. Bleh, thinking like that makes you sound full of yourself, it makes you want to laugh even.
he is impulsive and manages to find you at the worst time, conveniently finding it in his heart and never his head to ask permission only after he's already done it…and people say chivalry is dead. He does not tolerate back chat of any kind meaning even if you did so happen to make a fuss he probably doesn't care, and when you're so dime a dozen he also doesn't particularly care if you call it quits. Truthfully he does care, just a little bit. It would be a shame to let you go to waste and have to start all over again building up a superficial relationship with a new little livestock.
he promises not to bite so hard this time, but he promised that every other time as well, and he still hasn't got a handle on his excitement.
─ ୨୧： crowley eusford
he's not overly flowery and gentle, nor is he purposefully rough with you. Since you are willing livestock he grants you benefits unwilling livestock do not get, and you are lavished with praises for your cooperation like a good little lamb. Admittedly he's never strayed from making it hurt, especially if he feels you draw it out too much, which is when you lose your speaking privileges and have to be quiet for the remainder of your exchange. You are rewarded, sometimes, with things he acquires from who knows where, "Anything you want" he says and somehow he gets.
most of the time it's food, for when you feel so tired and lightheaded at times no doubt from these very deals you can't make anything and so you want things you can eat without fuss for a while. He gets you things on the surface sometimes, even if they've been reduced to props and are purely for the nostalgic value of knowing what it's like to hold something lost to the apocalypse in your hands. It's a slightly rarer case he does that however as he doesn't go there for leisure, and usually he lets you decide what you want and brings back something else if he can't get it.
he is quite good to you, as long as you're good for him.
─ ୨୧： chess belle
to put it mildly: hell. It's not as if she's completely overexcited and has a bad tendency to lose her sense of self restraint, no, never, what would make anyone think that? …yeah that's exactly what it's like. She treats you something like a ragdoll and likes to play with you in a way, like you're some little mouse she's captured. It could be worse, at least you keep telling yourself that, you've heard from some of the children who have similar arrangements with Ferid about the fact he gives them anything they want from his manor if he likes their blood. You'd think that was great if you didn't also know he's a raging sadist. Chess is…definitely better, at least she doesn't hurt you on purpose.
she doesn't need you all that much, at least able to sustain herself on the amount she gets from you and what the Vampires are given by the state. She's just a bit too much of a glutton to be able to live off the latter alone, though that isn't her fault. You pick up much just by listening and you've noticed little things about her. She's fed and happy after assignments outside of Sanguinem and doesn't need you for a while, but it can also become painful to her if that trip is less than fruitful. She gives you things mostly to keep you quiet about the whole ordeal most especially from Horn, who is to believe she has excellent self-control. You doubt she actually believes that. The extra food is nice though, so you don't have the heart to tell her.
─ ୨୧： horn skuld
unlike Chess she openly admits the fact she has a Human in her back pocket for when she's especially thirsty, it's a thing of indulgence and a ridiculous sense of self-restriction isn't exactly what she considers worth the effort. While she isn't hesitant to admit it, your activities are a thing of secret, what happens in that room stay in that room, even if it may involve indulging her wants for a little Human pup who readily offers it's blood. Yeah…it's strange. It's not as if she wants you to bark of anything, but her presence and manner of speaking alone certainly has you feeling like a dog.
she does acknowledge you must be compensated, but how is a topic of discussion. You share your want and she assesses the value and tales from you accordingly. You mustn't get away with getting more than what you gave, after all. Though you've seen her scold Chess several times you have to admit she has her own side of mischief, though far less free-spirited. I usually comes to you in the form of little jests and giggles at you and the way you act. You're just so adorable, but seemingly not in a completely endearing way, more like seeing something endearingly foolish right in front of her.
again you feel like she sees you the way Humans see dogs, you're surprised she hasn't collared you yet.
Hii! May i request for a urd, lest, krul, and rigr headcanons/what will they do when their past s/o got reincarnated and currently working as a high ranking JIDA member, then they met again in a war.
Thank you and have a nice day!
Meeting their s/o's reincarnation in the next life, but on the enemy's side
୨୧﹑synopsis :: a past friend or lover departed all too soon, never supposed to meet them again, though immortality will make that possible. it was never how they expect it to end up.
୨୧﹑genre :: fluff
୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, kidnapping if you squint hard, lest and krul are extremely rushed, not proofread
୨୧﹑words :: 2.2k
sorry I didn't end up including Lest and Krul in the way the request asked but tbh, I'm just not comfortable writing for them that way. personally I think I'd rather stick to platonic stuff for them if anything (which does make the title a tad misleading (_ _;) ) sorry I never clarified that anywhere (ﾉ´∀｀*)
I might make a part two later with more characters, but rn I just did these four, I really like the idea though so I doubt this will be the last I write for it ♡( ◡‿◡ ) not me realising in post it said headcanons after I got bored and went with a scenario shoot me
part one | part two
urd geales
he was sure that you were dead, you had been dead for a long time, having slipped away from him in your last mortal life.
and yet you were there, by the General's side as he barked his orders at you to fight, the spitting image of his love, turned against him, but why? Was it just the world you now lived in? Back then, you were able to live peacefully, you didn't have to watch your back every step or worry a monster might chase you back to the safety of the city walls.
it was just chance, and you were caught between the dismal life of livestock down in Sanguinem, and the life of a soldier in the Demon Army. That didn't mean it stung any less.
in a way, Urd was glad to see you strong, an unwavering determination, and apparently more courage than you knew what to do with. You held your sword firm, your hands trembling from the force you applied and the push back you got, even knowing you weren't a match for a Second Progenitor you didn't run. You stood firm to carry out your order, even knowing he could pummel you if he was actually trying. Urd held back, you could tell that much.
he couldn't stand there forever, and neither could you, but it was clear you weren't going to let up, and he couldn't afford to either. Even knowing the person who stood there was surely someone he once knew, in your eyes you had never known him, you'd slice him in two without hesitation if only he let you.
it pained him, and yet he had to. Gently, Urd reminded himself, and in a swift motion of his sword knocked you aside, not too harshly, but enough to leave you nearly sliding along the ground trying to regain your footing even as you stumbled over yourself onto the ground, it was gutting in it's own way, to both of you although for different reasons.
the smell of blood filled the air, he must've grazed you, or perhaps the impact had done it. If only you were who you used to be, he would've been at your side worrying over you, and yet he couldn't.
"General Kureto!" he tried to ignore you, even when he heard your sword scrape against the ground--you'd picked it back up.
if he could only knock you out, he could take you with him, right? You wouldn't have to know why, a vague excuse to back it up would be enough, and yet one problem remained, he didn't have enough arms to carry you, the General, and the Major General. Even if he could, he didn't have a reason to give everyone else why he felt it necessary.
you were a fool, trying to defend your General, who was not quite unconscious and yet not fully conscious either, teetering on the edge in a haze. Kureto couldn't defend himself like that. nor give you orders, you were on your own. Where was Aoi when you needed her?
even on your own, your loyalty lied with the Demon Army, and he couldn’t help but miss your warmth seeing you turned against him.
lest karr
looking so young didn't mean he was foolish, Lest knew that it was always a possibility he would encounter someone just like the Human he used to be attached to. Perhaps you didn't like that he looked like a child, didn't want to hurt him, and to him it was pathetic, he wanted to crush you under his boot like an insect for it.
he couldn't bring himself to, not when you were just so much like them, though…in the Demon Army, you were a squad leader, had people under you, several people actually one of whom was very insistent that you should not be underestimating him.
"It's a child." you hissed at him, almost like a scolding parent, disappointed in him at least from the way it sounded.
"A child who is a Vampire!" he tried to remind you, but you apparently weren't having it. Even Lest could tell that much, approaching him rather unbothered by it, either you had courage, or were stupid. Either way he wasn't going to budge and scare you off.
you were getting very close, and he was very greedy to have you coddle him just a little. Not too much, and he would never admit it outright, but in a way he missed having his head patted, seeing you smile at him. It was nice while it lasted, when he was so young it wasn't out of place to him, his head matched his body and things were as they should be.
he was too young back then to fully understand that you wouldn't be there forever if you were just someone he met at the market sometimes. You used to dote on him back then too.
"Don't." He said, though rather suddenly, "Stay there."
he couldn't let you, not now, he felt like a child ready to stomp his feet on the floor and throw a tantrum. He very much wanted to have you pat him on the head, talk to him a bit just to entertain his talking when no one really wanted to listen much.
if he let you do that all over again, he'd remember what it was like, and he'd miss it again. He'd wish you could always be there, maybe in Germany where he could see you whenever he want and let go of himself for just a while. Maybe. Not yet. For now he needed to keep up his act, remain prideful and just maybe he'd see you again some time where there weren't several people to witness it.
"I'll let you live, just this once. I don't have time to deal with you now, but don't get in my way again."
krul tepes
one of Krul's only comforts after her brother's departure was unfortunately not longed for this world, it wasn't as if you were particularly fragile, not terribly Human. Met your end in the wrong place at the wrong time and suddenly her dearest friend was gone, reduced to a pile of ash by the daylight.
she hadn't seen you in so long, how could she have? You were gone, it had been somewhere around a millennium, and yet now, in 2020, she saw you once again.
you weren't exactly the same, but she knew, somehow, she knew that the one who watched as the Seraph was released and the world ended all over again for the Demon Army, was you. A little bigger than you used to be, but something else about you set her off.
she wouldn't let you be killed again, definitely not like this.
there wasn't a moment's hesitation between her noticing you standing idly by in a complete stand of shock as the people you had known for the majority of what was now your life were sacrificed and her grabbing your arm to pull you away. "Come with me. Now." It didn't even seem like you could move until she forced you. Almost dragging you along until you got your legs to move.
you had barely even processed it was a Vampire who tugged you along let alone the Queen in Japan. Not for a moment until you realised and regained your senses to barely avoid getting stabbed only by the harsh yank at your arm that had you stumbling over yourself onto the ground with a thud.
"Get up, we need to leave, now!" she tried to urge you along, pull you up herself, remind you of the urgency. What was she supposed to do when everything was happening so fast. Does she protect you? Tell you to run? Where can she go that you'll be ok?
she didn't have time to think when she caught up to Mika, she could settle there, in safety. Even if she couldn't keep you safe, she could entrust the task to Mika. She knew you could protect yourself, and yet she couldn't be satisfied with just that--you could supposedly protect yourself before too.
even as Ferid attacked, betrayed her in a way though it was clear he was never truly on her side to begin with, and her consciousness began to wane, she urged you both to go, to protect yourselves, to be safe. You were still confused even when the shock was wearing off, it was just that you couldn't understand why a Vampire would save you, one of the many Colonel's currently still alive. Surely she'd want you dead, wouldn't she? Wouldn't it benefit her to see you killed by that monster?
she didn't need to say it twice, her unexpected though not unwelcome act enough to convince you she needed you alive for something meaning you weren't going to die as a result, at least not for a while, it would give you time to think.
"Mikaela. Go with the Colonel, and find your family! Keep them safe."
rígr stafford
he remembered the birdsong you used to listen to together, back when he first came to Japan, romancing one of his loyal little followers. You used to be special, and he treasured you too much to bring a curse of immortality on you. Did you hate him for that?
you had once begged Rígr not to leave you to grow old while he stayed the same, ever unchanging, and yet he wouldn't budge as he stood firm. Every time you even started to bring it up he'd stop you again, and yet no matter how much you changed he loved you all the same. When your mind went as you began to forget him, then your body as it began slowing to one final stop, no matter what he was there.
he couldn't tell if he regretted that, or if his wondering was just the product of the person who stood before him.
by all accounts it was you, there were no way it couldn't be, right? And yet you barely reacted to him much at all. There was no kiss, asking where he'd been and what kept him so long, where he'd get to feel your head rest against his shoulder when you laid together just one last time before you went. Humans are truly fragile creatures, aren't they?
ah, that's right, you weren't with the Hyakuya Sect anymore-- you never had been, not like this. Despite the similarities you held a stark difference, the first being that you were no longer head over heels in love with him and the second that you had changed in a way, moulded yourself to your new title--and quite an impressive one at that--you were more than just in the army, you could pull rank.
he'd never be able to win you over like that, but seeing you again was nice, nostalgic, like finding an old photograph tucked away in storage of a fond memory long passed.
he didn't speak to you at all, just acknowledged you when he passed you, and you watched him with a great sense of suspicion. Rígr could tell you didn't trust what he was doing, and yet you allowed it in favour of watching him carefully.
watching, waiting, but there was nothing.
it wasn't until your curiosity got the better of you that you reluctantly agreed to help Ferid with whatever he was doing, and suddenly you were wandering another war zone. It was different to the one you encountered before, save for the overrun of death and fighting. The Hyakuya Sect and the Demon Army, you wouldn't stop them, you likely couldn't either. What's to say they would listen?
the other thing that didn't change was the man you were looking for. Who was he? Who knows, but it would be nice if Ferid stopped calling him Papa, that was enough to know you weren't exactly what one might call keen to find him sprawled in an alley in what could only be described as dismantled, ripped at the seams and taken apart.
on the contrary he was quite glad to see you again, standing over him, even if you looked at him like trash on the floor. It was as if you wanted to stab him clean through with the weapon kept sheathed at your side, and he'd let you if only to see you satisfied.
but when all was said and done you were far from standing over him, clawing at the chains around your leg with more desperation than you knew you had in you. Getting taken hostage would be bad, becoming livestock, being out in a place like Sanguinem. You'd seen what it looked like there, even without your help it was a hellhole.
"Let go!" he wouldn't, he wouldn't let go, wouldn't let up at all even when Crowley and Ferid were long gone without you. He clearly didn't have much strength, and yet he used it all to secure one thing as you were unceremoniously dragged back from the place you'd managed to squirm to in one swift movement.
you were strong, you had to be, and yet even for you some opponents were too much. There had never been Vampires so strong in Japan, at least not ones that showed themselves to fight.
"You got away the first time, but you won't end up quite so lucky again."
I was wondering if I could request an angsty/sad scenario or something with Urd, Ky luc and Rigr?
Honestly I just wanna cry and I love your writing and these dude and i need smt to cry about💀💕
Some angst for you.
FEATURES: urd geales, ky luc, rígr stafford
CW: baby straight up dies beware, smug doctors, bad writing, reader is mildly a bitch to Lest in Rígr's
WC: 3.1k
NOTES: if I recall correctly I got a request like this a while ago but had no idea what to do with it, I have since made Neru (an unrelated character of mine who so happens to work really well in this context) so Rígr got spoiled because I had the opportunity to write about her (still x gn!reader but the storyline is hers), admittedly the other two are kinda meh but I'm not that comfortable with angst yet so I just need time
₊˚⊹꒷ urd geales
you thought it would work, you really did. A pleasant doctor of a time when doctoring didn't mean what it does now, something based purely on your curiosity and the way you reacted to things you were never meant to witness that made him like you.
initially a rocky start, he'd be more than glad to never have you shove your fingers in his mouth again. The sentiment was endearing though, someone he viewed as fragile by design that took a morbid interest in him as something that worked in the world of the living only a few steps away from death. You once thought it would be something that would 'change the medical field as we know it' but you came to understand all too soon his great reluctance to do so.
it was the second time he'd drank your blood, the first time he'd lost control to do it, something he doesn't enjoy about being around you while you work is the lingering stench of blood in the air that follows you. His intention has never been to hurt you, the little doctor who won't seem to leave him alone, and he won't deny good company. Of course you're the first to react, clicking your tongue and tutting over the fact he bite somewhere you can't treat by yourself easily. All the while his head is in your lap sputtering his apologies as how he doesn't know the why or how he lost composure, and even a hand on his head and a quiet reassurance doesn't help.
you say he worries too much, he says he doesn't worry enough. Something about you lessens his self-restraint, and he hurts you again and again in fits of blind hunger, like his own body resists the notion of having a Human around at all, but you won't leave and be can't force you, so each time you and your bag of tools and supplies arrive at his side he tries to accept it and maintain his composure.
he can't figure out why you smell so strongly of blood, devising it must be your previous wounds or your patient's. You're happy again for a time, and the urges and impulses to hurt you stop, giving you time to return to the happiness and leisure you once enjoyed. He feels comfortable in himself again, and he relaxes just enough to let you close, sleep in a spare bed just a room away and wake up in the morning all within an alarming distance of him in the name of helping the people of this town in their time of need.
you take your patients elsewhere, and head off at dawn every morning, watching as the townspeople slowly improve and the sickness that had hit it began to stave off as you in all of your wisdom and perhaps dumb luck were charming the people back to health with your goofy little jokes and remarks.
you stay with him, the little doctor who ran into him in rather dire circumstances, saw a Vampire right before your eyes and decided you absolutely must investigate it and the body. He was so caught off guard by just the thought that you were standing there in awe staring into his eyes like they were a set of precious ruby jewels that he didn't even think to react, and like a little stray he had fed a scrap of food you followed him home and made it abundantly clear you were not to be trifled with. Like a child you'd stick your fingers in his mouth without warning, and ignore his scoldings not to do that in the name of research as you had already decided you needed to know everything there was to know about this ‘rare condition’ of his.
"I'm heading off tomorrow, this town no longer needs me." your words hit him like a shockwave, even if they make sense. You're a travelling doctor, so you go places you feel need help and find refuge at an inn somewhere, it just so happened you were enjoying a free stay with him. "Urd?"
he blinks, then looks up, "Already? It's only been—"
"For me that's longer than I've stayed anywhere, a few weeks is a lot closer to my welcome and any more than that has me overstaying. It was pure luck that I came across a dire situation." you try to explain it to him in a way someone not a doctor could still grasp, that people start to treat your services like commodities and come to you for the slightest of colds that don't require your assistance. You're too free spirited and curious to be held down for too long.
but the thirst returns, and it claws at his throat more than ever before, now working the opposite way than he recalls as you were doing exactly what he seemed to be wanting.
you're so helpless fast asleep, and you're right there, like presenting him with a glass of aged wine and expecting him not to drink it when it's the exact bottle he wants so badly, and something about you will never leave him.
"I know you're there." your voice startles him, but he calms himself quickly, "Did you miss me already?"
"…Thirsty." he answers, hesitating and questioning himself before ultimately walking closer. "It came back."
"Then do it. You can sit that close, can't you? Stop making a fuss out of every little thing."
the more he drinks the more he knows he should stop, with you the little doctor squirming under him in what you called discomfort but never pain. The less you squirm the less you feel pain, the less you squirm the less conscious you are and he knows that much, but every impulse that tells him to stop before he kills you tells him to drink until your blood sweetens with the verge of death drawing closer and your body slowly shutting down. Your squirming turns to a limp compliance perhaps not of your own volition but of a sense that even if you were to fight you'd hurt yourself, or maybe you've just reached the stage Humans start to wish they die.
and so you do, right there in his arms, and your lifeless body refuses to respond to any of his attempts to preserve your life once the regret comes to slap him across the face.
₊˚⊹꒷ ky luc
"Will you read a story for me, Papa?" your little hand passes the book you want up to him, and he pats his lap for you.
the times of the first are gone, though he leaves behind the children he created, and the children he rebirthed. Not all of them were victims, and not all of them completely let go, though he was warned that he shouldn't do what he had thought was such a wonderful idea at the time.
everyone hates their ‘parent’ at some point. He should've listened to that warning at the time, even when he just wasn't ready to let go yet, and while his love for you is frozen in time with him, yours wavers with the effects of being well past the age of maturity and still stuck in the body of a seventeen-year-old. Urd says it's temporary and agrees to try to help you calm down from this fit of rage you've gone into and won't come out of, you think it's forever and act like you'll never love him again at times. You have every right to be holding the things you were against him, he deserves every word you speak to him.
he misses when you were small and precious, your greatest care was the loud banging outside or the tree that scratched at your bedroom window and gave you a fright until you worked up the nerve to go wake your Papa up for help from the monster under the bed. These days you haven't a glance to spare at him, and he knows why—you feel abandoned by him, you miss your Mother, you don't understand why it had to be turned and not one of your siblings, why he had to curse you this way.
he doesn't know what you get up to in the daytime, given that you can wander as far as you please and simply don't care to listen to him. He's heard from one of the younger Vampires you went ‘back home’, not to your real home but to the place where Shikama Dōji once brought you all, and you're getting awfully close to his motives and into his business. He knows even if he worried until his head fell off he could never hope to defy that kind of influence.
you wilfully ignore his every plea to come home and let him fix things, be a better Father, work things out and try to give you the freedom you keep wanting without the need to worry about where you are all the time, and again all he hears is that you went home.
what strikes him more than anything is a letter, not from you but from the very same person who said you were there, and he's told the real reason you never answer is because you never see the letters at Shikama's own request, claiming something about how you were irritated by it and it was causing your hatred to swell and burn. It was for the best that he did not speak to you, and if you felt he was respecting your choices that you might come around quicker.
very soon, you would be leaving to go elsewhere with him, though the letter didn't say where, just that you didn't share the details and didn't intend to.
your hatred for him is one thing, but to possibly never see you or even know where you are in the world is too much to handle, and he finally makes the trip to go see you for himself to beg you to stay.
you're already gone by the time he gets there, even Urd tells him so.
"Papa? There's a scary noise in my room like a monster under my bed." he will always recall your sweet little voice, the ones that made him so reluctant to let you go at all, "Can you look for me?"
he didn't want you to stay forever, he only wanted for you to keep coming to him when you were scared, to never be afraid that you were alone in the world, and somehow he managed to leave you there under the impression you were alone, and he was refusing to listen to what you wanted until you room it into your own hands and did it anyway.
though he never could leave you, his dear child, you can leave your Father easily.
₊˚⊹꒷ rígr stafford
a feeling of betrayal, and it's worse than it had been before, now faced with the betrayer who smiles at you so joyously as he always did before, but a new face stares back at you.
"Have you been well, darling?"
you have been anything but well and you have to swallow the urge not to slap him for saying something so heartless when he knows the answer already. You'd give anything right about now to wipe that smile off his face and stitch his mouth shut so you never have to hear another word out of it, another lie or another word of painful truth. You'd give the world if he never spoke again, even after waiting so many years to hear his voice just one more time.
"Very." is all you can muster, and you both know that's a lie.
"We have plenty of time to catch up now, don't be shy, I want to know where you went." again it would be nice to slap him right about now, but the cage between him and you courtesy of Urd is keeping him safe and you at a distance to avoid feeling the effects it causes.
"You're very glad to be caged up right now." you know he would be, naturally, surrounded by people who watch him and fear his reputation without having met the man a day in their lives, currently watching you bicker at each other like an old married couple, "However will I get to you when entering it could be debilitating to me?"
"Would you?"
"In your dreams."
the scoff that follows says enough, knowing you wouldn't set foot in there even if you were paid to. He seems to ignore it, along with the rest of your attitude and sass as he has been the entire time, perhaps just glad to get you talking even when you would think the last thing he'd want was to talk it out.
"I'm staying here out of respect for Urd’s work, I could get out."
"Stop deluding yourself. You're lucky to still be moving your mouth." you only want to know when he will be back, because as of now you're not having much fun being the babysitter.
when he does come back however, you will be long gone from this cage to relax and let your guard down somewhat, seeing as you have been forced to remain on high alert since arriving by one circumstance or another. You've dealt with enough of that to last a good generation more.
if Urd could hurry up, that would be nice, and maybe then you'd know peace as he'd have something else from the past to bother. His regard for you is that of feigned interest, like he doesn't mean nor care about the things he says, perhaps because they're not the things he wants to hear at all. The things he wants are far too personal to be spoken in a place of so many strangers.
"Don't talk to him." Lest is at your side, even knowing you won't want to take him seriously, "He's dangerous."
"I know," you say, "it's just a bit of light banter, he's playing too coy to ask a real question anyway."
he bites his tongue at what he wants to say as you wave him off with a dismissive hand, though you can hear he doesn't move, at least in some way sensing it’s not entirely out of irritation with him specifically. Your current mood is very dependent on a certain someone playing ball, which he is clearly starkly against doing as he has his fun scaring those who made stories out of him in the first place.
you think he must've been talking to Lest behind your back as Ky fills the growing silence, and in a sense you wonder if he's trying to ease your response. "You know I heard all of the legends about him, but I never even met him because I was turned in a different region, though I was curious."
"Oh? You never told me this."
"All the legends I heard, they're all very old. You knew him before, is he really all that powerful?" you bide his curiosity knowing he's as curious as anyone else around you, at least in your mind, the only difference is he thinks he's impervious to harm from him, "He lost to Ferid of all Vampires. I mean seriously?"
even you could tell that was pathetic, or calculated, by Rígr, that is, you know him too well to actually think that he would lose without reason. Ky is young, he doesn't know him the way he used to be. "He is, but right now his actions seem more akin to a little child, throwing a temper tantrum and running away from home until his dear little brother dragged him back to explain himself. That is what your grand plan is, isn't it? To abandon the notion of progress to fixate on the past."
his smile can get your blood boiling, like he’s amusing with himself, a giggling little child. "Is Urd angry with me?"
"Does the grass still grow on a Wednesday?"
"You're starting to sound like our Father, you know?"
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that, for your sake."
"Maybe you should see where Lord Urd is!" as soon as you’re interrupted you can’t help sighing, though you know he’s right. You’re doing yourself no good standing here, and he’s only revelling in how angry he can make you, provoking you more. You heard from Urd himself he was enjoying doing it, but not knowing Ky makes it seem a lot more reasonable to assign him the job of babysitting him—he’d only get mad on Urd’s behalf, but wouldn’t act against his orders.
you find that even your word against Urd’s is useless, even when you argue with him he stands firm in his decision, falling to Rígr’s word and letting him free from the cage he had trapped him in. If only he wasn’t presenting some good ideas right about now you’d be digging a hole to bury him in, and you wouldn’t be letting him within the length of a ten foot pole of you let alone the arm’s reach he stands at.
"I don’t think I will ever forgive you." you manage to admit that much, "I cannot just move past the fact you left me for so long, not like Urd did."
he stops, and he clearly hesitates, "I know you won’t." he says, "I know you hold grudges too well for that."
"It’s an endearing trait."
"I know it is." he half chuckles to himself, though his arm drops back to his side and he makes a face something between disappointment and a solemn knowing look. A part of him knew even when he left that something about your relationship would never be the same, a distance between you he didn’t expect to take so long, but there was a choice he made between your safety and his own selfish desire to take you with him and run off somewhere you could plan your revenge.
it was a lot closer to being his revenge; you never did show an interest in the past. He truly was fixated, though part of that was on the things he would never do with you, and part of it became out of love, even knowing he was sabotaging everything.
how was he supposed to be sure you were safe with the First roaming free? He could never rest thinking there might be a day you would both be caught up in his schemes again.
so he deemed it a necessary evil, and he left you where he thought you would be safe forever.
hey! request for headcanons on urd and rigr as a father (specifically if they had a daughter)?
With a daughter.
FEATURES: urd geales, rígr stafford
CW: none
WC: 670
NOTES: Rígr's non-deadbeat Dad arc
can’t believe seeing this in my inbox single-handedly ended my impromptu hibernation (ノ*°▽°*) I’m gonna try and post more lmao
urd geales
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Strict, definitely, in bed by nine p.m. smh ruins all your fun (︶︹︺) haAUSHW
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Single Father of two kids and a suspiciously human-like house cat (only one of those three is an actual child mentally and physically; spoiler alert it’s you)
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 He probably just wants the best for you ngl, good grades and plenty of friends, though also likely not good at communicating that those rules of his aren't meant to punish you. He might need to work on it (_ _;) ♡
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Unfortunately he's likely a somewhat distantly Dad too, busy, tries to make time, but probably can't show up for everything (￣▽￣*)ゞ
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Does his best to account for that though, lets you stay with him while he works sometimes, as long as it's not too dangerous like he'd never take you to Japan and let you witness 106 that shit is too traumatic (ﾟ▽ﾟ*)
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Honestly I can kinda see him smothering you a bit (_ _;) poor guy probably doesn't really want to face the prospect of you growing up and becoming independent
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Like, you always needed him before, and then suddenly you don't anymore?? That's gotta hurt man (╥﹏╥)
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 If you ask you don't have an Uncle you haven't met, Rígr who ヽ(｀⌒´)ﾉ
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 He has that ‘You love him and you’re pretty sure he loves you but it’s hard to connect with him’ kinda thing going on?? Like it’s not as if he’s distant newspaper Dad but he’s definitely not play football in the yard Dad either help, he has his own ways of communicating affection even if it’s just to spend time with you.
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Anyway he’s been sitting you on his lap for like twelve years at least, one day he’s gonna try and get you to sit there and you’re not gonna fit anymore (_ _;) existential crisis time go
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 He’s probably going to need a talking to once you’re older about the fact that you’re not five anymore because he’s gonna have a little trouble processing that fact, give him a sec he’s swimming in Egypt because he is in denial (￢_￢) literally the worst joke I’ve ever made bye
rígr stafford
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Went out for milk fifteen years ago and hasn't been back since /j
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Nah he's probably an ok Dad (ﾟ▽ﾟ*) not the worst, not the best either, trying his best and working on it but who knows how much trauma you're gonna get it's a toss game (¯▿¯)
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Raising a gremlin child and is absolutely running with it 💀
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Who the heck even knows if your Mother is still there, single Dad trying his best be like (ﾟ▽ﾟ*) actually he probably adopted his kid wait that gives me an idea
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Definitely keeps you well out of his affairs though, you have no place knowing about the finer details of his work or having people involved in his work know about you
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Wouldn't be surprised if he'd take you to the orphanage sometimes when he visits, lets you play with the other kids, or just stay home sometimes
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 He's fine leaving you home alone if he thinks you can manage, but of course you can (*￣︶￣) you're his daughter after all
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Definitely proud Dad, chronically holding himself back from boasting any and all achievements ♡
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Contrary to Urd, you'd most definitely have an oversees Uncle you haven't met but god damn you keep having to hear about him (_ _;) your Grandfather though? Lmao what Grandfather ┐(￣ヮ￣)┌
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Supreme bedtime story teller I don’t make the rules, even if you so happen to grow out of bedtime stories you’re getting tucked in every night ♡ he probably lets you fall asleep on the couch some nights too and just leaves you with a blanket so he doesn’t disturb you
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Despite that I imagine you’d have to become a pretty independent child, can entertain yourself, a bit of self-discipline, probably know how to make yourself a sandwich in case you get hungry, get yourself home after school (⇀‸↼‶) it’d probably become a pretty normal thing though
CW: implied unhealthy relationships(?) Idk, only kinda proofread, I can't figure out if this is angst so I'm not gonna tag it as such lmk if I should tho 🤨
WC: 1.6k
NOTES: I don't know when I got this idea or how but it appeared. Rígr is a simp for his s/o change my mind.
leaned over a desk, fussing over his work again, he always was. Up until a while ago it was all he had that was rather literally his reason to live. If you were to keep him from that on the premise of a break, what then? Rígr would grow antsy is what. So you sat and you waited.
you had never tried with much dedication to stop him, if it kept him happy it kept him happy, and yet you watched day by day as he went without sleep for weeks. He'd outgrown such things, while getting up to get you a blanket every few hours was becoming normal. A part of you wished he'd just drop it and yet you knew what this was to him. This was his everything. His life. His purpose. His goal. Rígr had his reason for doing the things he did, the violence, the people who had to die, the people he had to disappoint, the peoplebhe had to leave behind and all the people whose lives he had ruined were all to pave the way for this.
when would he quit? When his Father was dead? Would you even be alive by then? A glance over to him found him just as frustrated as he was a few months ago, the same pent up expression and furrowed brows, in the back of your mind you recalled hearing an exasperated sigh not too long before that. That was all you needed to see it clear as day. At the rate he progressed, you would be long dead, you were sure of that. Rígr had done nothing to stop your metaphorical clock, and had done everything to excuse why he hadn't.
"How much longer, Rígr?" that string of sounds didn't even sound like words anymore as you said them for what must've been the umpteenth time between all your sleeping by his side and reading, occasionally running off to tend to your own affairs. None of it even came close to making a dent.
"Not long." he always said that, in the same voice, and with the same look he spared you like he wanted to assure you it would be just a minute, but knew promising such a thing would leave you disappointed.
"If I have to stare at another wall, roof, or floor in this room for a minute longer, this book of yours--" you turned back to the book you we're waving in your hands to see what it was and winced at how quickly this empty threat was falling apart, "--the uh, the dictionary. It will find it's way out the window."
you could hear the chuckle he stifled, knowing he had heard your voice waver. The fact he at least had the decency to only grin to himself was enough. "The dictionary? Out the window? Oh how unsophisticated that is, now how will I ever go on living if you do that?"
"Don't mock me!" forget the window, it found itself flying at his head, if not for the fact it hit his hand instead.
"The window is in the other direction." you could tell he was being a tease, as per usual. A part of you liked the banter however, the little semblance of normalcy he allowed. He was always getting you to be at his throat for one reason or another, but he was also very good at making it up to you later on. There was a sigh, and then his chair shifted. "Come, sit. Here is better than there isn't it? Bring your blanket, it's cold."
you felt childish all bundled up like that, the blanket pulled around you and held there in your hands as you hobbled over to where he had made space, pat his thigh for you and helped you get settled there when you and your blanket found your way into his lap. It was easy to get comfortable there, as it always was, your arms wrapping around his neck letting your head rest on his shoulder, your blanket tucked snug between the two of you to keep it from unravelling.
you liked the arm that wrapped around you and held you tightly, and the hand against your shoulder, his cheek nuzzling against your hair as he tried to find a comfortable spot where he could see before finally leaning his head against you hair. There's a familiarity to his warmth, to the way he holds you that puts your mind at ease.
even when Rígr has trapped himself in a seemingly endless cycle of chasing, he's somehow still here. He hasn't left you, not yet. It's not time for him to leave you behind in this mortal world where you may no longer reach him in his insanity. It's time for him to settle, and lay dormant while he thinks, and you are very good at helping him remain entertained during that time.
breaking away for a moment, Rígr leans down to place a gentle kiss to your temple, "You've gone quiet. What's bothering you now?" he was right. You were so desperate to answer you that you didn't even think to speak, and his hand lightly ruffed up the blanket over your arm.
"I wish you would take a break." it wasn't quite what you had wanted to say, not even close, and yet that soft little version of what you meant was what came out. I wish you would take a break. You also wished you could just confront the issue, and yet the subject of his Father was so touchy, you couldn't dare. You didn't know what it would do to him, not after seeing how passionately he spoke of revenge to you before.
"Soon." his hand reached up to stroke your hair, his cheek pressed against your forehead, he was almost holding your head where it rested on his shoulder. "I have to finish this, and then I will be all yours, darling."
he had so many things he wanted to do, and you used to listen, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as you thought these things were possible. People had warned you not to try, not to listen, not to involve yourself but you were utterly lost in the ravings of this madman. Rígr brought you to emotional highs and lows, and he sometimes didn't say a word, but the words were the things that stole you. He built you up, broke you down, moulded you, shaped you to fit a role, and all the while he seemed to be breaking away from the obsessions he held.
every letter he had written, stored neatly in a box he would never see. It didn't matter how; you loved and adored this man by now. In a way you supposed you had your own obsession, lavishing him with kisses and affections, picking him up when the one thing able to break him tore him down, the days you spent reading books just to pass the time you waited.
you tolerated his every disappointment and comforted him through his highs and lows of emotion, comforted by silly things like the seat you took in his lap all bundled up, the times he'd sigh and set everything aside just to kiss you until you were satisfied or pleased you when you demanded more. He tended to all your needs, and each time you drank his lies like sweet poison.
perhaps to him they weren't lies, and yet you had heard Rígr promise to rest and stay with you, indulge you more, pay attention to you more, please you more. If only he would oblige, you'd let him draw his name from your lips like gospel, but he was always busy, he always had been, he always would be.
you managed to squint your eyes to try and read it for what must've been the millionth time—it didn't make sense—a foreign tongue that may very well have been lost to time, and yet his writing seemed most comfortable in it. A relaxed form, lines and shapes you assumed were letters. They must've been as some repeated and there was a clear format to how everything looked.
"What is it this time?" you hadn't meant for it to come out like that, wincing at the way it sounded tired, jaded. A subtle snap that didn't belong, but maybe a hint of your frustration got out.
"Just some notes of things I remembered earlier, it's all getting away from me. I refuse to become my own downfall. The Human memory wasn't designed to last this long, and so I must create a new way to remember." he explained so calmly you wondered if your tone was all in your head, relaxing. That made sense the more you thought. There must've been things Rígr would know, weaknesses he would later realise and if he didn't have all the pieces he would see nothing.
you would let Rígr revel in his fixations for now, in you, if you closed your eyes and pretended. He felt distant sometimes, cold, and yet your bouts of teasing and joking felt too normal to complain. You didn't want back your fairytale romance, for as much as you enjoyed the letters he had written to you there was something in the way he grew comfortable with you that you treasured more than that.
while Rígr was obsessed with vengeance and salvation from his eternal hell, and you had grown obsessed with the things he managed to do to you.
CW: mentions of blood, maybe a little graphic?? idk if you'd call it that, not proofread 💀 I wrote most of it half asleep, might be ooc
WC: 1.4k
NOTES: I was sleepy when I wrote this (_ _;)
I had this idea in the middle of the request for Rígr with a daughter (I said something like "wait that gives me an idea" (it was this) because there was apparently clarification necessary), but this one isn't necessarily a girl ❤️ I tried to base Rígr less off how he acts in the latest chapters and more like how one of the orphans might see him Idk this was a thought. I've been stalling posting this for hours 💀
in the wake of chaos, the world is quiet at last.
it's an eerily quiet place now, no more screaming, no more fire, only smoke and the lingering smell of blood, an encroaching rot.
it's enough to make you sick, and it almost did if not for the fact you were hidden away in a cramped little cupboard, you would've been sick on yourself or would've made an obvious spot on the floor. Still, it dizzies you, the nauseating feeling won't go away, and neither will the fear.
you wonder if the Director of the orphanage was still out there sprawled on the floor in a pool of her own blood.
she must have been, after all, someone was walking around outside. You can hear the footsteps, the one-sided conversation as only one voice spoke to the room, or maybe the Director? For all you know somebody else might be out there with then, but you certainly can't see that from where you sit.
your thoughts are clouded with paranoia, and it just won't go away. You think you know that voice from somewhere, and yet you also can't place where. Listening, waiting. It sounds as if they are making light conversation, as one usually would, which was unnerving to say the least. In the midst of everything, they had stopped for a friendly chat, a friendly chat...with a dead body.
you can decide that is not normal. Not now, not ever.
"I take it all of your children ran away as well? Or were they taken? None remain here, that's what matters."
you wonder to yourself. How loud does the cupboard door creak? Could you make it out quietly or crack the door open to see who was out there?
if you were too loud, what then?
you wonder if you could risk it. You wonder if a friend of the Director's would really hurt the children she had nurtured for what was years for you. You wonder who could be on the other side of that door.
truth be told, you never felt like getting hurt was what you were scared of. It was everything else around you, the crashes, the explosions, the alarms, the announcement, the news Vampires existed and were supposed to be protecting you from now on, the smoke that billowed from the windows of the building across the street, the Director spilling blood from every orifice before falling to the ground in a heap, the shattering of glass harsh in your ears even after you had locked yourself in a cupboard and vowed never to come out.
coming out wouldn't really be too awful, would it? Even if there was a Vampire out there, they were supposed to keep you safe.
"I wonder what the little ones thought. After all, you were aware weren't you?"
the slivers of light that come through the door draw you further out, the promise of something that will get you out of this hell right outside.
"I told you just earlier that I suspected it was—" there is a sudden stop as he must've noticed how one of the cupboards is seemingly opening itself. "Who is it that's hiding in there?"
you could hear it more clearly now, almost place it if not for the fact your brain isn't interested in remembering everyone you'd met who was both an adult and a man. You need more visual clues.
"Did all the commotion scare you?" he doesn't seem to want to hurt you, or even make you leave if you didn't feel safe enough, "You always were a little jumpy."
you think about it, hard, wondering who you're looking at. You can only managed to muster one name to your mind. A nice name, or at least a nice man. He gave you candy sometimes and brought you new toys to play with. Out of all the people you couldn't have possibly asked for someone better, no one you felt safer to crawl out of your little hidey hole to run up and hug so tightly it hurt your arms to keep holding on, even if you had only just missed hitting your head against the cupboard. "Mr Saitō! But how did you get here?"
"Be careful, you almost hurt yourself." he pats your hair back into place, "I came to see if any of you were still here. What were you doing hiding in there?"
although reluctantly, you ease up on holding onto him like he's your last lifeline, deciding you should probably not turn him off helping you. You let him go. "When those people came I was hiding in there," you point back to the cupboard you had crawled out of, the door still ajar and the cupboard itself strangely empty, "but they broke all the windows and I got too scared to come out. I think everyone else got taken away… I'm ok though!"
"I doubt they'll come back for you now." a part of that is reassuring, and yet the thought of never seeing any of your friends again upsets you. It's as if someone took a knife a dragged it through your little heart. "You didn't think that part through, did you now?"
you can only shake your head, knowing you hadn't, but you were glad now that you'd ended up finally talking to someone you knew, "Why are you talking to the Director?"
"I came to see if any of you were still here." again you receive that response, and you still aren't sure what he means by that, but accept it quietly. "She would know best."
"She won't talk back. She's dead don't you know?" you're sure he does know, but maybe he didn't? Why else would he talk to her like he was expecting responses? Or was that him wondering just like you?
"I know." he replies, "But it did lure you out, didn't it? Now you can answer all those questions of mine." he's making you feel silly now as he boops your nose, not to mention it's hard to keep talking to him when you would like to be anywhere but the orphanage which had been slowly filling with the most putrid scent you could imagine ever since everything happened.
all you can do now is lean into his hand, only half focused on doing much more than getting your hair out of your face, "Can we go outside first?"
"The air isn't much fresher outside. If you want to leave here, I know a place we can go where it's much safer." the offer sounds nice when you feel so sick, because maybe if it's safe that means nobody there is dead. This supposedly happened everywhere. Maybe the virus couldn't get to hate place.
you nod, holding your arms up for him. You might be too big to carry by now, but truth be told you're getting tired. It's late by now, you're too used to being in bed. You're not even sure where he's taking you or how far away it is.
he doesn't kick up a fuss, surprisingly, though settling you on his hip is awkward when you're not as small as you used to be. "We can always talk about it tomorrow. There's plenty of time."
your head leans against his shoulder, and it's nice, you feel safe there for the first time in a while. "It's ok. I can tell you now." You just have to think of his earlier questions, something about where everyone had gone. The Vampires? The other children? With the adults all dead, they came to collect the children to—
ah…wait.
you lift your head from his shoulder and look up at his face again, confused and maybe a little bit suspicious. It's definitely who you thought it was before, you've seen that face a bunch of times before, you're sure of that. You remember every time he's come back with whichever child he plucked out of the orphanage that day to let them pick out a bunch of candy to share with everyone, or when he's brought new children to the orphanage, even yourself at one point.
come to think of it, he was here earlier, wasn't he? You'd seen him out the window with the new boy that was introduced shortly after he got back in his car and left.
but…if everyone over the age of twelve was supposed to be dead, how were you talking to Mr Saitō?
