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[coltii-romanesti]

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He followed the tour group from a distance, carefully planning out his approach. There were so many passages through the castle, all of which he knew by heart, the possibilities were endless. As they entered the castle, the guide spotted him and recognized him immediately. It was an annual venture, after all, at this point all the guides knew his face without a doubt. He merely rolled his eyes lightly and continued on, the history of Bran rolling off his tongue as natural as it would a historian of his caliber.

Seeing the guide didn't outright object, Vlad continued to trail behind the group, doing his best to hide his mischievous grin. As the group moved on through the route, he noticed one was lagging behind a bit, pushing him even further away from the group due to his careful distance. She seemed... familiar, but hard to place given her face largely hidden by the castle pamphlet. Despite it, though, it didn't take long for it to click. Oh this is going to be fun~!

Vlad slipped away down a corridor off the tour route and took a couple more turns to where it would realign again with the group. From there he watched carefully until the moment was right, as the guide was going into some history about the Impaler during the war, and then...

"GOT YA!" He yelled, hands on Mer's shoulders as he shook her ever slightly, all for the effect. The rest of the group jumped, all except the guide who simply glared at the grinning Vlad.

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Somehow, in the long transit out east, the invitation had gotten lost. Lost, found, lost again, until finally it arrived in his mailbox at his flat in Bucharest.

While Vlad was never one to turn down a party—and it had been some time since his last masquerade, he quite enjoyed those— he frowned at the required attire. Black tie... makes sense, but one's finest? He could hear her giggling, knowing how lacking his wardrobe was. The finest clothes he owned were at least 50 years old, kept under a layer of dust, and likely suffering from the chew marks of moths. He knew very well if he showed up in those... or in anything he owned... he'd hear something about it.

"Time to go shopping, then... and to buy a plane ticket."

[kaltiisms]

one bright morning changes all things .

unreal earth sentence starters

Fannar knew that feeling all too well.

He turned his eyes to the sea, bright and glistening, with birdsong through the breeze enough to make anyone feel hopeful. Fannar was used to rougher seas – darker waters and starker sounds, but there he was on the warm sands of Monaco. So far from home, but water was always the same.

‘Do you always wake up feeling so… ah, English… positive?’ He asked, hoping the flatness in his tone didn’t come across poorly. He always struggled around pretty women, and the warm morning sun did nothing to help his state; hot and flustered and very nearly stumbling through the sand - even it felt lighter than that of his home.

[heartsintertvvined]

i’m shy that’s why 😔😔😔😔😔

WHY DON'T WE ROLEPLAY?

babe i'm shy too SOB. please - i adore mer & you! don't worry about a little bean like me uvu

[islandiis]

❛  don't do anything stupid until i get down there.  ❜

again pls save me from a long haul flight | accepting

There's a quiet on the other end of the line, a kind of awkward, cautious silence that suggests he's almost afraid to speak; it's late, his flight had come in late and - well - things had happened. Four drunk Icelanders on a flight had dragged him out into the town among themselves and, long story short, Fannar is currently standing on a random streetcorner in an unfamiliar place, with six pizzas in hand and a sparkly pink hairband in his hair. He didn't pay for any of the pizzas, and he's just praying that someone else in the group did, lest he be arrested by Interpol. He didn't even order anything! He's only had three beers!

"Um... How stupid are we talking about?" he asks, sheepishly. "I... had a weird night."

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'Chouchou! Ah, it has been a while, hasn't it?' Claude at least had the foresight to come bearing gifts: a small basket filled with farmers market goods and, of course, his favourite violet candies.

He leant down enough to kiss Mer on her cheek before gladly pawing the basket off to her. 'Please tell me things have been well while I was away?'

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‘I’ve never taken anyone here before—’ Fannar said, pulling his car into the near-empty parking lot. Getting out, there was a low fog settled over the mountains, and the wind was rushing along the top of the sea, leaving the air whistling over long plains. He smiled across to Mer, stepping around to the back of his car and popping the boot open, grabbing out an extra scarf he kept in the back, offering to the unacclimatised woman. ‘We will be outside again shortly. You may want this.’ Fannar had brought her to the Arctic Fox Center. It was a five hour drive from his capital city, so many of his guests never got the pleasure of seeing it, but Fannar had been meaning to go himself – and what better time than with a new friend? Everyone loved foxes. ‘Most people only get to see them through the fence, but I can get us special clearance if you want to try feeding them.’ He explained, leading Mer up to the small building; a coastal blue house that had been renovated inside, with a wide, flat mountain backdrop. ‘They are still wild animals, though. Um, so you can’t really pet them. Most are rescues that were orphaned or injured.’ He held the door open for Mer, the warm air from the indoors warming Fannar’s face instantly, leaving pale cheeks pink. The walls of the centers indoors were bright white, with information boards hanging on nearly every wall, as well as the rifles that were used to hunt the creatures. Much of the furniture was dated, but that only added to the charm of the small space. Nearly every surface had a taxidermy fox, and while that might have been Fannar’s least favourite part of the center, he knew it was often vital in study, science and conservation. The blond heaved out a sigh and turned a small, shy smile Mer’s way. He was not the greatest at hosting, and it was even worse when his guest was so beautiful. He could barely hold his brain together. ‘So, where should we start? There is a café if you need something warm.’

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Vlad couldn't sleep the entire flight. Not that it was a bad flight, no. Or that he was in a bad mood. It was quite the opposite, actually. He was beside himself with excitement, and nerves. He'd been off the grid for months, no contact or anything, and felt extremely bad he had missed calls— and the package. That poor thing was sitting collecting dust, and it was a really nice pen. Almost too nice, he hadn't owned a good pen like that in decades almost centuries. He just hoped he didn't lose this one, too.

He paid the driver from Nice and pulled out his phone. He'd forgotten how small this place was, the closest airport he could afford was in France. The drive wasn't bad though, and he didn't mind in the least. He took a deep breath, punched in a number, and waited for her to pick up. Now his nerves were getting the best of him. The last time they spoke, it was in Bran and he scared her half to death and she made a bet—one they never followed through on. He knew she'd get lost in that castle, so he didn't want to risk it then. Has she forgotten? Maybe... but he doubted. He glanced about his surroundings as the other line rang.