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My Tumblr Crushes:
theinnocentblood
tearsforgctten
sanguinelamb
sadistic-sakamaki
yeahgen
hysterickanxto
kxnato
sanguinecalamity
voyeuristic-decadence
@sanguinelamb
“Karlheinz.” The name had left the lone priest in attendance, the sound of it lost to the dead and empty air of the chapel. The vibrant, illustrative panes of windows that lined the walls carried long beams across the floor.
“So he’s here in this city, then?” Leon needed the assurance. His eyes didn’t leave as the priest stepped down from the podium, away from his scripture.
“Yes. I know so.”
Leon had only a moment to realize what that had meant. His brows furrowed deeply, settled even in duration of hesitant, approaching footsteps.
For fear of the possibility of being overheard, the conversation between the two was cut short. The priest turned to look back at the small girl cut from the brilliantly lit windows, “Ah, so you’ve come again. You’re always welcome.” He had a kind-hearted smile, and as to dismiss Leon’s prior inquiry, he nodded towards him as he spoke. “Mr. Belmont, this young lady has been coming in quite diligently these past few weeks. Let us continue this conversation another time. I should make preparations for our morning mass.”
“Of course. Thank you, you’ve been a great help.” The very not Japanese looking visitor hadn’t at all struggled with the language. To the girl, “—Good morning.” Awfully early, at that. Leon hadn’t known of the night school not too far from.
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Shu was asleep in the music room, the pleasant sound of violin music filling his ears. Then a voice broke him from his slumber. Grudgingly, he opened his eyes to see the bride disturbing his resting space. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "What do you want?"
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“There you are. Even though it’s been only a few days since I left you to yourself, feels like it’s been weeks. How have you enjoyed my private quarters and library?” Ruki greets, arms weaving around Yui and pulling her close. He had an important errand to run, so he had given Yui access to his bedroom and private library to keep herself entertained until he returned.
📚 For our muses to meet at the library.
COZY HUES OF A GLOWING FIRE subsume the room in washes of amber. fingers trail the dusty spines of worn books, before dragging along the grooves of golden lettering, eyes barely managing to make out the flickers of text. he is encased in his world of thought, sinking into the spirals of words, when he hears a skitter to his right. startled, he straightens, snaps his REGARD to her lingering form, half cast in darkness by crackling warmth. he snaps the book shut, arching a brow at her extended gaze, “ it’s not very valorous for you to sneak up on me in a moment of quiet preoccupation. ”
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his glance in initiation is flat at best, but realization strikes before reds dress in hostility. a playful smirk, a smile in mischief before he turns to the other --- he’s holding something in his hands in possession, as if any’s sights on it would demean the value of what sits within his palms. ❛ weren’t you sick the other day ? you shouldn’t walk so carelessly, little mousy. you even look like you’re losing your color right now. ❜ his words are doused in rogue injury at best, distinct in the way his eyes gleam as if he decides to portray a predator draping his prey.
" you look like you could use a hand. "
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Constant and never-ending, the old lady never knew when to stop flapping her gums. Hell, he didn’t even remember how it all started and if it were to ever come to an end. For a woman her age, she seemed to be quite lively and very talkative. Nearly could talk someone’s ear off. Looks like one of the perks to his deafness was that he wouldn’t ever know what it was like for the constant yammering of her most likely shrill voice to ring in his ears.
Even though trying to make sense of the words that would form on her lips was an impossible task. So quick and overeager, he almost gave up making sense of whatever she was babbling on about. Something to do with her son, doing something to her dresses, and after that it was just basically noise. Nicolas had tried to explain that he had no way of hearing what she had to say but his gestures to him pointing at his ears and shaking his head went unnoticed.
‘How long has it even been?.. Just dragging on, man..”
A girl looked his way, probably eavesdropping on the incessant yammering of the elderly woman before the girl shifted her attention to Nicolas. There was an almost sympathetic look that settled across her features as she inched closer and closer, until she was a mere foot away from him.
Reading her lips with much relative ease, something that managed to make sense after so long of being stuck watching the old woman droning on and on, he brusquely declined with a shake of his head and a shake of his hand. He wouldn’t want her to play mediator, he wouldn’t want to put her through his non-stop type of hell. If anything, he was doing her a favor of getting her far away as possible from this chatty old bat.
This was probably one of few times he’s ever felt so defeated and by an old bat to boot.
“ i think we should get out of the heat. you’re starting to look sick. ”
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Soma felt… itchy. The skin on the back of both his hands felt like it was being covered in angry ants, poking their little legs on the skin. It was desperately hard to ignore the urge to itch at the skin, which was no doubt turning reddish. He could already feel a few bumps starting to form and push up against his skin.
“Yes, please… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be in the sun today anyway. Could we go inside somewhere?”
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