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“ my eyes are up here belmont ”

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steazori replied to your post: tiddy
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“ my eyes are up here belmont ”
>> @steazori .
FORM OF FEMALE MORPHED FROM THE BLOOD OF HIS RECENT KILLS ; slithering beneath his feet , pooling together & building the figure of A GODDESS ! her sighs of love & moans of utter PLEASURE filled the air that now ran WARM , like the womb that bore evil itself . red stained hands traced her hips in a motion as SMOOTH as velvet . ‘ ooooh , ‘ her words purred , eyes of empty now staring , fondly , ‘ how i’ve MISSED the presence of a man ... ‘
>> @steazori
FEAR WAS SOMETHING NEARLY FOREIGN / a position set to hunt & kill creatures such as LYCANS comes with the numbness . ADRENALINE NO LONGER PUMPED . this wasn’t new , the death dealer has seen it all . GUNS LOADED , her presence was that of a raging storm : locked & set to kill . weapons stained in blood aimed VIOLENTLY in her sensed direction ( there was someone here . ) ‘ DROP IT . ‘ a warning ----- OR THREAT . drop the weapon or the hunter will not hesitate !
starter for @steazori from sypha
❝ TREVOR? ❞ sypha rested a gentle hand on trevor’s shoulder, unsure if he would wake. when he didn’t stir, sypha began to shake him. ❝ TREVOR? ❞ she said a little louder, and when even that didn’t get an answer, she added, ❝ .... TREFFY? ❞, and that seemed to rouse him, startle him awake from the use of it, and she smiled gently. ❝ HEY, ❞ she said, keeping her gaze steady, ❝ SORRY TO WAKE YOU, BUT YOU WERE STRUGGLING IN YOUR SLEEP. ❞ she paused, finally breaking her eyes from his hazy, sleep-addled stare, and pulled her bottom lip into her teeth as she pulled her hand from him. ❝ I COULD ... SING YOU A LULLABY? TO HELP YOU BACK TO SLEEP? IF YOU EVEN THINK THAT WOULD HELP, THAT IS. ❞
“ there are some very interesting books kept here in this library. makes for some... enlightening reading. ” alucard observed lightly, perched atop the book shelf of the library as if that was how they were made to be used. dropping down with an almost super human grace alucard handed the book to his coworker with a knowing smile. they were both in search of the same thing, answers veiled in secrets and with the understanding they now shared adrian felt like, for the first time, he was finally making progress in the search for his mother’s murderer.
@steazori / fe3h au starter
@steazori said: ❝ the potatoes are runny. ❞
THEY WERE. They absolutely were. He had to be honest, it was not what he was used to, compared to the food that you’d find in the castle, or that his mother would cook him, but he wasn’t even sure what to expect from an inn that served some, his expectation already set incredibly low.
❛❛ I am not blind —— and stop shaking the table. You’re going to make it spill from the plates, and then we’ll have no potatoes, at all. ❜❜
IT WAS ALSO pretty much all they served when it came to food, ale being the only other beverage sold inside. Meat was probably too expensive to have, and would go bad soon anyway if no one would eat it, but potatoes were staple food. Easy enough to come by, even now, though getting them correctedly mashed with the right amount of milk and fat proved to be difficult however. At least having a spoon in this situation helped, a lot. It was basically soup at this point. Starchy soup.
❛❛ Are you claiming you can do better? ❜❜
HOW HARD COULD it be to screw up making mashed potatoes anyway?
The house was far from even the closest village, deep in the forest it wasn’t even technically a home. It had once been a church but had long been abandoned, and Adrian found the irony privately amusing. He lived and slept in the loft above the chapel and he had turned the rest of the house of worship into a small clinic of sorts. He also enjoyed the privacy the mountain afforded him, he did not have to worry about snooping neighbors or zealots from the church spying on him and accusing him of witchcraft or some such nonsense when they saw him coming and going at all hours and practicing real medicine. He could also hunt and drink from the forest animals in peace without fear of discovery. The only downside was, as the only doctor for some significant distance if there was an emergency patients had to travel some distance to get to him. He made daily visits into the surrounding towns and had instructed them if someone was in need of urgent care to ring a church bell 15 times and he would come and because of his supernatural speed he was able to make the trip much faster than even someone on horseback.
But sometimes his privacy had to be sacrificed when someone required more serious care. Adrian often cared for his patients out of his home, they all seemed to find the old church building reassuring, no doubt taking comfort in religion. And so Adrian wasn’t all that surprised to be awoken by a furious knocking at his door. Dressing quickly Adrian rushed to the door and threw it open and the first thing to hit him was the smell of blood. His eyes dilated in the moonlight and pressed his tongue to the inside of his teeth to steady himself. It was not as if he was about to lose control of himself any more than if he would in the presence of a freshly cooked meal, and he was accustomed to working with blood by now. It was just another part of his work.
“ You're injured... Come in, please tell me what happened. ” He simply assumed anyone who came to his home knew he was the doctor in the area, so he didn’t bother with formalities or introductions.
@steazori / doctor au adrian.
“ possess you belmonts so little empathy for the wicked ? ” count dracula loomed ever-imposingly, his great hunched stature towering above the castle foyer whilst illuminated by lanterns with no wick. he stands as a statue, seductive to the dark. a clawed hand raised, gesturing toward the one who wielded the vampire killer. “ have not you the reasons to despise your own kind ? ” / @steazori