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pen-strokes-and-music-notes replied to your post: [Speaker-sypha] She produces a parcel. In it...
@speaker-sypha: She sits beside him and hands him one of the cakes. “What are you drawing? May I watch?”
He blinks, simply holding the offered cake. “If you want.” Though he wasn’t sure why she would. “I am just practicing roses.”
@speaker-sypha: con
He doesn’t hesitate to return the hug. “I’m so sorry it took my boy so long to introduce us. Please come in, come in. Would you like some tea?”
@speaker-sypha, (and if present, @sonofbelmont)
“Sypha- Sypha?”
He called through the library shelving, past his father’s (mostly) repaired instruments.
“Sypha- I’ve found our answers. I need your insight.”
@speaker-sypha from x
He took the silence for him to continue, and he did.
“They howled and wailed in angst and despair, choking on their pride and regrets. So high on their pillars of peeling gold and self righteousness. Below them knelled their Hero. Their Chosen. Smoldering amongst the flames and ash.”
“Their Hero did not flinch nor did they burn.”
“Why are you standing there, Hero? Why do you stand there and watch us burn?”
“You have a duty!”
“Help us! Save us! Burn with us!”
“The Hero replied back in kind. Their voice was larger, fuller, than they were. Bigger than the flames and smoke. “
“Your heads are too far high above the clouds of common sense, of common men. You scream for help and a savior, but you have not once cast your head down. You can not tell the only reason why you burn is that you haven’t removed your feet from the coals.”
“Oh how they shrieked at their Hero.”
“Blasphamy!”
“The whole place will burn!”
“Throw yourself on the coals! Put them out!”
“They were the burning gods, the dying gods’ Hero. They put themselves over the flames and only then did they burn. The gods watched as their Hero cooked and charred and made no move to save them. The god’s feet burned and burned and burned and they choked on their smoke, before they were utterly consumed.”
He finished, looking over at the Speaker.
“It’s a short story I ran across in Dracula’s library. The meaning a bit too on the nose for my liking.”
[speaker-sypha] "So how did you catch a serial killer?"
"... Ashei? Told you?”
He trailed off, massaging the heels of his palms to ease the strain in them. Her name was Sypha, a Speaker that was friend of the Belmont clan. She liked his cousin. She liked stories. She told stories and he had listened from the wary edge of the treeline, or the Hold as she rummaged through old and dusty tomes.
Raquel sunk his boots into the soggy, cursed ground.
“... see.... see flesh memories, or.... futures. Depends... Saw.. memory of someone killing people. Using their body parts to make items. Necromancer.”
He frowned.
“Killed him. Left. Found remaining... alive victim. Left town.”
“Your hair is a very pretty colour Sypha~”
@speaker-sypha/ @pen-strokes-and-music-notes
i DID say i was going to draw a thing a while ago
[Speaker-sypha] "Alucard, Trevor and I have been thinking of names for the baby. If the baby is a girl.... would you be alright with us naming her after your mother?"
“After my mother?”
First he gives him house, then they name their firstborn after Lisa Tepes. By all rights, a beautiful name. It pulled at his heart.
“I won’t object, no. I am flattered.”
Sypha: Raquel, do you ever feel like talking about your feelings?
Raquel: ...No.
Ashei: I do!
Sypha: I know, Ashei.
Ashei: I’m sad.
Sypha: I know, Ashei.
