#v.vampire

[regalius]

@souleclipsed.

              « 神秘 » Ah.

            Crimson bleeds from his being, staining the amethyst insignia upon his arms. The power he had sealed away granting him a heartbeat once more. Consciousness resurfaces as a blade sinks into his chest. It draws blood, but only the tiniest of drops. For he has no more blood to lose. He begins to register the buzzing of panicked voices and an inability to move. It’s not difficult to deduce the details of his current...predicament. 

             “...”

            The world moves in slow motion, as golden lashes part to reveal gold. Gold is thought to be the colour of the sun, but it is by no means merciful. Anger boils within him, yet only his thirst for lifeblood spills out. His bloodlust is raw and suffocating, even for him. Bodies drop around him, and soon he is the only conscious being. Oh how the tables have turned--the thought of a fool. Luckily, his anger is not directed at these morons trying to unravel the secrets of his biology. It is at himself and his own arrogance, the sole reasons why he could have ended up here. 

            Still, with irritation and instinct the only things keeping him conscious, he had no choice but to replenish what he had lost. His bindings are quickly discarded and focus shifts to finding a source of blood. He had no taste for the blood of fools. Despite his dilemma, his pride would not still not allow him to dine on just any being. A quick glance at his surroundings revealed a concerning fact, ten years had passed since his last memory. How slovenly of him to sleep for a decade. He ought to do better to avoid experiencing anymore ‘arrogance-induced naps’.

            Now then, it appears he had no choice to subject an innocent stranger to an ordeal he would not wish upon others. Curse this constitution that did not allow his thirst to be satisfied by any other than those of divine or vampire blood...or those his heart had acknowledged...Anyhow, he needed to make himself presentable, regardless of what society is like now. He doesn’t need a mirror to know that his wounds from the war that had taken his kingdom had reopened. They always do, when his left eye turns a vengeful gold. But his priority now is not to languish about a past long gone, but present time.

            Relying on one’s instinct is ill-advised at times like these, yet he had little choice. He closes his eyes and let his mind find an individual suitable for his purposes. A thought occurs to him. One he instantly wishes he had not conjured from the depths. When he opens his eyes once more, he sees the figure of a woman. A woman he had once been very familiar with.

            “Yuna?”

            Gilgamesh knows that he had just pronounced the prelude to disaster, if not tragedy. Yet, it’s strange how speaking a single name could vanquish all his frustrations, even if only temporarily. 

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❝Ahaha.. hey, if I asked you to buy me a plushiee, would you?❞ It was a simple question. She did not expect Gil to go through it. If anything she would refuse if he did anything.

@explosivestorm​.

               « 神秘 » “Those unrefined objects? Most certainly not.”

              Yet his smirk contradicted his rejection of her indirect request. Perhaps she was simply testing him, but Gilgamesh cared not. Without so much as glancing in her direction, he poured himself a drink as ripples of gold formed a little above Yuna’s head.

             Something soft hits the crown of her head.                                 …then another.                                                   …and another one almost immediately after.

               It wasn’t long before it was very literally raining cats and dogs (and rabbits, birds, and various other rather round-looking creatures), or at least inanimate and rather fluffy versions of the said creatures. They were undeniably some form of a “plushie”, but their creator (a certain King) would argue otherwise. After all, they were made from the finest of materials and crafted by the hands of the most wondrous of kings artists, or simply the man chuckling into his cup. 

             A short-lived satisfaction that ended the moment he peeked over to catch her reaction. Gilgamesh had always been observant, so the teddy bear with a needle and yarn still clipped onto its side lying just beside Yuna’s left hand. It wasn’t particularly missing any limbs, just any semblance of a tail.

             “Ah–”

             Let’s hope she doesn’t see him mentally willing the poor bear back inside the Gate of Babylon. It’s been a while since he had invested time in that hobby so he must’ve forgotten about it. Liking things finished, there’s a good chance this vampire will be knitting again in the very near future.

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[1/2] When Gilgamesh wakes, it's to the faint scent of coconut and caramelizing sugar. The apartment seems to have undergone a transformation while he slept--there are stockings hung along one of the walls for want of a fireplace, and wreaths and fairy lights strung around the living room. The biggest change comes in the form of an artificial tree, its branches made to look snow-dusted, the ornamentation in shades of white and cream and the occasional gleam of shades of gold.

[2/2] Avenger peeks around the doorway to the kitchen, eyes wide and guileless, and gives a brief, dazzling smile. “Happy Holidays, master! No openin’ presents ‘til Christmas proper, but… I’m makin’ Bebinca, t’ tide ya over ‘til Christmas mornin’.” And, perhaps, as a light apology for overtaking his home with the overabundance of her ‘holiday spirit’ as it were. 

               « 神秘 » There were rarely circumstances Gilgamesh would react with anything akin to disbelief, but if there had to be one, then this scene would be it. What had once been a simplistic abode, albeit decorated with golden relics of old and the finest in furniture, had now been displaced by all things Christmas. An eyebrow was raised as he inspected the extent of the transformation, expression that of one in deep thought and amusement. A change had not been entirely unexpected, the vampire had sensed Avenger moving about in the evening. However, he did not command her actions ( even if such was their initial contract ), so she was free to do as she liked. Moreover, the oddly enticing sweetness he had awoken to ought to have been a hint too. Yet, nothing could prepare him completely for the beaming smile on her features. 

              While there was nothing pessimistic about Avenger, it was the first time he had seen such genuine excitement over such an event. Perhaps he had in children ( souls who have yet to see the world ) he seen in passing, but she was no child. For one to have experienced the harsher truths of the world and not have their spirits crushed for all of time was worthy of his respect, and the admiration of others. She never ceased to entertain him with her words and behaviour, and today was no different. He had little interest in celebrating this occasion, it seems her mood was rather infectious.

              “It appears someone has succumb to the holiday fever,” he grinned, reaching the kitchen to peek at her work in progress. It also granted him the opportunity to place a distinctive hat of festive red and fluffy white. “As ‘punishment’ for rearranging my house without my permission, you shall be ‘Santa’ for today!”

                 As he nodded in approval of Avenger’s transformation into the fabled figure, the main living area underwent one of its own. The decoration remained, but one part of the wall now homed a rustic fireplace and the tree now sheltered a few extra presents. He had seen in many illustrations depicting Christmas, and a little change of interior design may just be one thing he needed.

@isavari, aka the spirit of Christmas.

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@ardenssolis.

               « 神秘 » It had been a while since his feet had brought him to streets, to another’s kingdom. Only when necessary did he enter into societies once more. The thought of being surrounded by people, garnering their attention and affections, bringing forth that sickening feeling of dread. He knew not of how long since he had awakened to find that all that he had loved, and all those who had loved him in return, were gone. Destroyed in the worst possible way. Replaced, by a false reality ( a reality he had yet to come to accept ). All their efforts, all the blood spilt, as if for nought. He had yet to realise that his actions had secured a future for all of humanity, for all he cared about had been protecting his kingdom. A task he had so hopelessly failed. And yet he had survived and they had not.

              So instead, he chose to walk amongst the shadows. His father had spoken of a time his vampire ancestors could not walk in the sun, under a blue sky. He had laughed at the concept, for the skies, the lands, and all those in between and beyond had been his to protect. That was nothing more than a memory now.

              Even in his detached state, something made him turn vermilion orbs to the approaching figure; an invisible pull he had not felt for a long time. Even with the darkness around them and a cloak around their persons, there is something majestic, proud about their presence. And more than that, they had the distinct scent of the divine. 

              They don’t make it past him, a hand catching one of their wrists in a firm grip. He was aware they may struggle, yet even then he’s determined for their eyes to meet. His mind may have been weakened by uncertainty, but his strength had not dwindled with time, only growing steadily as he wandered this world. Searching aimlessly endlessly.

              “You.” Voice husky from disuse; a glorious sound that had been silent for centuries, once more graced the living. “You are, like me.”

            As soon as he spoke, the vampire realised his mistake. He should’ve taken their blood and departed without exchanging anything else, especially words.

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“I’m not being cryptic, I’m being coy.”

meme || accepting || @ardenssolis.

               « 神秘 » Only upon hearing their comment did Gilgamesh realise how absolutely hilarious it was. So much so he had to close his eyes and raise a hand, to cover the smile and distinct signs of amusement in his features. There was nothing funny about describing the Pharaoh as cryptic or coy, however the act of hearing they themselves state such a thing, was unquestionably entertaining. While he didn’t expect the same from Ozymandias, Gilgamesh had been truthful with them all this time, and generally felt as if they had returned the gesture. He did enjoy their honesty on most matters, a trait he admired in an individual, especially in a ruler.

              “Since when did we keep secrets from each other, Ramses?”

             False Dejection laced within an otherwise neutral tone. The usual shine in crimsons obscured, a sign that there was something bothering him. Nevertheless, it didn’t take long for the cracks in his act to show; each slow blink bringing him closer to the moment a light laugh spilled from his lips. So much for teasing them a little.

             “That’s rather adorable coming from you.”

             It may be his loss, but who said Gilgamesh wasn’t going to have the final say.

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continued. || @warcrowned.

               « 神秘 » It was only upon registering her stern tone, does he realise that he had not approached the issue in a suitable manner. Her response wasn’t unreasonable. However, even for someone of his age and wisdom, he hadn’t been certain how to approach this topic. There was more than just their relationship on the line.

              “Penthesilea.”

              Tone calm, contrary to hers and his previous actions.

              “Archer, the one whose assault we withstood the other day, I believe she’s the one you’re looking for.”

              Although he had only seen their assailant’s silhouette that evening, Gilgamesh had been able to discern their true name. While the ability to peak at a Servant’s parameters was an ability granted to all Masters, he was able to do one better. Except for those with special circumstances or have had Mad Enhancement cast upon them, Gilgamesh was capable of seeing their true name, be it of the heroic spirit he had invited or one summoned by another. A side-effect of holding a Holy Grail in his possession. He had no interest in exploiting a heroic spirit’s weakness from knowing their true name so he had not thought much of it until now. 

            Not until he discovered Archer’s true name.

            A name he had heard from the Queen not so long ago.

                                    Hippolyta.

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continued. || @mortalshinobi.

                « 神秘 » There’s a moment of silence, in which he simply stared at her with a faint hint of disbelief in his eyes, before he bursts out in laughter. He definitely agreed with her mother’s words. Did she really think the word described physical appearance? A light cough sees his laughter come to a stop.

                “I will forgive you for calling me ‘cute’. Now tell me, do you have a goal in mind or was one kiss sufficient?”

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continued. || @rcyxlty.

               « 神秘 » A sip is slowly taken from a glass as he watches them in the corner of his eye. They had been what he deemed as absentminded all day, and frankly it was becoming rather mundane. He had only chosen to visit them for some light entertainment, and perhaps something else, neither of which they had managed to provide yet.

              “Speak your mind, prince. Is it trouble with your kingdom, or perhaps that demon I’ve been sensing since my arrival here.”