#zeuucigas

[revasserie-blog1]

@zeuucigas requested a starter!

         "you can come out now. I KNOW YOU'RE THERE." was it a warning? a joke? his emotionless tone made it impossible to tell exactly what he meant by the statement, but one thing was certain: HE WASN'T PLAYING AROUND. the blood pooling around his feet made that clear enough. rose hues would shift from the bodies littering the ground, to the direction that presence was coming from. "...sorry about the mess." 

[ccrda-blog]

                    “ don’t think we’ve ever seen you around here before, ”

@zeuucigas ♥’d

[dracxlxna-moved-blog]

❛ M- MASTER ?? … ? ❜

   .He will strike the air from rotting lungs. Hung from ares       sinew you are drenched in sin. && cracking beneath a      sneer ;seal yourself with misguided trust. Flock little lambs the     king shall feast on subtle flesh ; D R O W N E D in hera’s     blood she shall rise from soot && ash. A king may concur    ,but plucked from athenas will a goddess shall reign.

❛ Must I really do this ? ❜ 

&&.zeuucigas

[jigoku-o-blog]

@zeuucigas

          “Look what you did...” Dark voice was laced with anger, looking over his boots now painted crimson with the blood of a woman he just crushed to death. “Going to be hell washing this off-- Damn whore-!” He roared out, lifting his foot before driving it down into her skull, over and over until it was little more than shards of bone and pulp, just like the rest of the body. 

          Not a moment later he began cackling, kneeling down to analyze his work. “Fucking beautiful now, truly...~ Too bad you can’t ask for the dozenth time--!” In a rage once again, he jammed his knife through the messy puddle of a corpse, fuming in silence as he realized there was now nothing to eat. Damn, he had to stop doing that. Kokuto definitely wasn’t going to lick slut off the ground.

          Yanking his knife back up before pocketing it, he stalked away from the gory scene, intending to clean up before finding another single woman. Or even a man at this point, he was famished and angry. Maybe he’d get lucky and some idiot would show up for him to snack on.

[carnivigorous]

@zeuucigas Continued from ✄ ✄ ✄ ::

     Simply walking through the hall proved a menace as the length of his hair had been abruptly seized . A hard pull brought his head against the wall, causing him to whirl around and slam a fist into it. Drywall cracked and fell inward and out into the hall, peering into the other room expecting to meet him. Nearly instantly a touch caused the brunette to whirl around with a breath, quickly regaining his posture.

    “Reflexes. --I was assaulted.” Flustered? Perhaps, he did make a mistake and he would have to own up. It still didn’t excuse Alucard’s behaviour. “Thank you. Don’t do that again. I don’t appreciate my hair being pulled.” 

[wakiingdream-blog]

zeuucigas replied to your post: {Well then…}

bird bruh

BONSOIR, OLD FRIEND.

[ofcrimsonlove]

@zeuucigas

“Will you keep me ‘caged’ inside all day until Samuel is back~?” 

Mirthful, the way words would fall from her lips the same way smile lightened them up for the slightest bit more. Hearing such words, one were to wonder, but taking place in residence of her betrothed’s family home, it was not unlikely that her father-in-law would overreact ( if only to see what would really happen ). Getting accustomed to it was one thing, playfully joking about in leaning the slightest bit closer to his resting form, was another. 

“I can be very well on my own and you know this~ Being pregnant doesn’t mean that I have to be wrapped up in cotton wool~”

[bizarre-conception]

@zeu-ucigas

A well-known happening between one another in the calm of a shared bedroom, hidden deep past the winding corridors and numerous chambers of the ancient building of their home. Well-known indeed, for how she reached out all too slowly in curling a hand in unravelled blackness of hair, soothingly, carefully, with running long and lithe fingers through tresses hiding away waking and still numbingly asleep Count of her own. 

It’s quiet, aside from any sounds she could have heard besides the shift of soft beddings, past the movement of fabrics against one another when only a hand to grasp her in return. Nevertheless, the female found herself awake at once, comforting without any delay, for how tremendous of a pain it truly was, be haunted by ‘dreams’ - over and over again. 

No word, just hums, soft sounds of a near forgotten music playing through her mind, coming to life eliciting itself from back of throat. It’s soft and low, barely to be heard in curling that slightest bit closer by his unspoken demand, with hands to wrap themselves around female’s slender frame, with the hushedly drawn melodies ringing just above his ear. He would wake fully soon enough.