#takingchancesmakingmistakes

[priincevlad]

 ‘  I thought I would never see you again--  ‘ his voice is soft as he speaks, unwilling to break the absolute silence completely, for the elemental needs it sorely right now. Vlad had been visiting a lot over the last few weeks, just waiting for the day when Diarmad would awaken from his sleep; come back to him, to the world of living again. He was well aware that his actions had impacted the others well being gravely and had he actually been within a few feet of his other half when it happened, he might have been able to prevent the inevitable. An elemental though he was, they had been sure to tamper with his energy as much as his body and though he had been impaled - courtesy of a blade held by a turk in the midst of Vlad’s stance against them, draining him of s o much blood, his life was hanging in the balance, he had also been tortured prior to the final blow and the vampire hadn’t gotten there in time to put a stop to it. Night after night he cried over what he assumed was a body that wasn’t going to heal from the wounds it had endured, but when the others eyes finally opened, grief in all its forms took a hold of the prince and he bowed his head - quietly praising all above whom had brought the one he loved back to him.

@takingchancesmakingmistakes 

[the-wind-walker]

@takingchancesmakingmistakes replied: YOU’RE AWAKE?!

Vaguely so. Hi, how are you this morning?

[lebratprincess]

☕️ - Emlyn and seagulls

@takingchancesmakingmistakes || xo

 It’s been so long since I’ve written anything about Emlyn, it almost feels foreign now. He’s not as vocal as he once was, either. I think that’s mostly my fault, though, because I haven’t been super invested in writing lately. With Em, seagulls are like way in the foreground of anything I write that explains where he’s from, what his daily life is like, stuff that shaped parts of his personality etc. I was heavily influenced by Llandudno for that, definitely. My dad actually went for a mini three day break there last week and everytime he called me, I could hear the buggers in the background. It is kind of a staple. It’s no different to what Emlyn regularly has to deal with and because he is an enormous fan of the pier food, particularly doughnuts, he’s had encounters with the gulls a lot.

 I think in parts I wanted to add that for humour and it just wormed its way into his background all on its own until it became such a huge aspect of everything that defines him. I also based it on the fact that I’ve lost a number of ice creams courtesy of those seagulls because they give zero shits about personal space. The last time it happened to me was three years ago and I had been standing at the railing about halfway along the pier and the seagull came out of nowhere ‘cause I didn’t see it swoop down and took off with all the ice cream and half the cone, leaving me with the remainder of its mess. I remember that one more so because it was the most recent but also because I’m exceedingly timid in public and recall that everyone around me was laughing. 

 Em actually handles those situations a lot better than I do, but he’s now more pissed off when it happens, whereas he used to brush it off with laughs. Now, if a seagull tries to swoop down and take off with his food and actually succeeds, he will pick up a full doughnut and lob it at them. I’d have started doing that years ago if not for the fact that when they steal stuff from you, it actually really hurts.. both their beak and their feet get right in there and cause a lot of scrapes, aha.