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♖ from Tomas
“Dad...” Vlad reaches out, his hands grasping at the air around him as he tries to figure out where his father is. He couldn’t really remember much after running into the street to grab the ball he and Henry had been playing with.
He manages to find his dad’s arm and he clings tightly to Tomas’s sleeve “what’s going on? where are you? why is it so dark?”
“Night falls and now my war begins.” —Dorian
❝ the night sky, the moon, and even the city skyline at twilight don't bring you any sense of comfort, do they?❞ enrico answered dryly, throwing back a swig of bloodwine that he had achieved from the cafe's cellar. maybe a twinge of pain in his voice as well, for he could not do anything to ease his son's mind. ( except maybe holding out his wrist every once in a while to let dorian drink vampiric blood--- instead of committing atrocities to get sustenance elsewhere.) ❝ i just... i just wish you didn't have to fight this fight with with your heart and soul. those are the things i treasure, figlio, ❞
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“oh, just fuck my life” Vlad huffs, “of all the people...” why dorian? why was it Dorian who found him first?
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“Uncle Otis” the body says, gently playing with the soft shaw around Otis’s shoulders. “can you tell me a story? I promise I’ll go to bed afterwards.”
❝ if i drink enough bloodwine, perhaps i’ll dream of dragons. ❞
dorian's father was already completely drunk, partaking too much in vampiric delicacies. he was laying on the floor of his large apartment, a flush of red dusting his nose and cheeks. his fangs lay bare, pulsing with each sip of blood, demanding more to satisfy them--- even if their owner was far beyond intoxicated. enrico groaned softly as he rolled over onto his back to stare up, bleary-eyed, at the ceiling. it was getting increasingly hard to focus his vision and he cracked a few laughs over that. ❝ indulge yourself, dorian, ❞ enrico slurred, probably unaware of what his son was actually saying. ❝ i could still hunt again tonight. yes, find a stupid tourist, ❞ he grumbled out the word like it left a bad taste in his mouth,❝ and drain them dry~! ❞
“You’ve been very quiet, darling. Are you alright?” Dorian
Vlad looks up from his notebook, “oh, yeah, I’ve just got a lot on my plate this semester and i’ve been trying to focuse.”
‘~’
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“I think that you’re nothing more than a petulant, spoiled brat and I’m sick of your bullshit.”
Dorian just offers him a fucking egg
“Yes…” The Pravus looks from the egg to Dorian “we are well aware of what an egg is.”
And there seemed to be nothing special about this egg in particular.
