#vassylissa

[windblownprince]

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Quentyn wandered through the Market streets, taking a look around. He had gotten lost from his friends, but he somehow could not bring himself to care. This way, he could go wherever he wanted and look at whatever he desired without anyone telling him it was not worthy of his status or not something a man of his blood should be interested in. He stopped at a man selling cloths, and took a look at them. They were all pretty and vivid. Quentyn could easily picture how beautiful his sister and some of his cousins—like Nymeria or Tyene, or even the younger ones, like Elia or Obella.

As his fingers brushed through the silk, his caught something--- someone--- that he quite didn’t expect to see around. Quentyn let the silk sip through his fingers as he stared, wondering what that person would be doing at the market at such time…

[keyisumser]

then just talk about me, heh.

wtf ammy we are not even friends get out of here

you are my queen forever and always and that's sort of funny because i remember when you first followed me i was like w H HHYYY and now we are running this empire. no se???? tbh i was always so scared of you and then you replied to one of my posts and i-- DREAMY SIGH. you are the best.

if u ain't following my queen wtf you doin get on that.

[calisvol]

49p

     ( Ω ]—; "Helena… Regina mea,” Alucard breathed with true amounts of affection, passion underwritten while underscored by the protective tenor of one who truly cherished the namesake of the woman uttered. Softened discourse renewed such passionate affectivity. “When we met, over five centuries ago, I was but a young Dracul newly created. I did save her because of Aellai’s posture, and never did I think the being I saved would be such a beautiful woman and such a cherished love, the mother of our daughters and granddaughters. She is beauty incarnate, the preservation of sapphires breathed with life and the snowfall upon the quietest of winter nights. I am the cold and solitude, and she is that which bequeaths beauty upon such an otherwise bitter season. She is my other half, the moon for my night, and the one I shall cradle close and protect for all eternity. Dragostea mea of the truest meaning of the word. For we are each other’s compliment. And she is my Queen.”

[ialwayshaveachoice]

vassylissa replied to your post: ◯ { what are you even doing here, omg. }

S CREAMS AT YOU AND RUNS AWAY OMG

gRABS AT YOU AND PULLS YOU INTO A HUG SHHHHHHHh

[ialwayshaveachoice]

◯ { what are you even doing here, omg. }

so fUN STUFF you first showed up on my dash when you and ommy were back-and-forthing on a casual convo. your writing kind of instantly captivated me and, though i don't actually know the character, i followed and have not regretted it since. flawless person is flawless. <333

[keyisumser]

but don't u desire the field lady?

        “—what does it matter?” his words are sullen, as are his bitten and chewed over thoughts that culminate in those few harsh breaths. of course he desires her. he wants her to be his and his alone, to have her hands in his and her soft curves to meet the harsh, jagged edges of his war torn body whenever they embraced but— "i desire many things in life. no matter how much i desire her; as the waves do the sand, the rain the ground when it pours so openly, the wind swaying the grass, i might never have her." the waving of his hand ensues. "do not bother me about such things. i reinstate; it does not matter."

[keyisumser]

"would you sleep with the field lady, my lord?"

don’t.

      don’t.

             don’t.

              DON’T.

"—a man’s place beside a woman in such a situation is only as her husband, something i am not to her. ..a woman, who has a name, that is. pray tell, she does have a name.”

[ in a place faraway, in a time that was not this one, perhaps he would. ]

[idonthaveanyone]

                  "---- Are you new around here?"