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vlad Today at 1:38 PM like Immediately After the wild ride room is a room full of giant axes hanging from the ceiling
leon vc is any of this necessary
chii Today at 1:39 PM Joachim vc yes, Does he want to cheat and let joachim carry him to outspeed the axes
vlad Today at 1:39 PM maybe……….
chii Today at 1:40 PM Too bad, it’s the dark palace of waterfalls :^) joachim hasn’t joined the party. Suffer, Belmont.
Sorry I haven’t been around much lately! Work’s been kicking my ass, but I’ll try to be here and on Joachim this weekend!
characters getting injured: 👌👌👌👌
characters getting injured and then hIDING IT SO NO ONE WORRIES ABOUT THEM: 👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👀👀👀👀👀👀😫😫
“ i don’t feel very strong right now. ”
fire
It’s strange, seeing the Summoner look so down. Every time you’ve crossed paths with her – given your status as a creature of the night, it’s less often than one would think – she’s seemed so chipper, so ready to face what might come with a smile, the power of friendship, and sheer determination to see it through. You’re reminded of an age long past every time you gaze upon youthful features, and though you’re loathe to admit it, she’s grown on you.
Perhaps, you’ve thought on occasion, spending part of your eternity fighting for her cause wouldn’t be so bad– Perhaps there’s more for you here in this distant land than there ever would be whiling away the hours in a gloomy, abandoned castle in Wallachia. A new start… Now that could prove interesting.
You’d never admit this to the girl, of course. You’ve an image to maintain, as silly as something like pride is at your old, decrepit age.
“Well, you needn’t be strong all the time,” You tell her, shrugging your shoulders. “That’s what you have your army for. As much as they rely on you… You can rely on them, too. They’ve no need for some invincible statue who sheds no tears and feels no pain. They need a human as real and feeling as the rest of them– One they can trust to know their suffering as her own, and channel that into victory. They need you, just as you are.”
Leon’s laughter chimes in your mind, a cheerful comment about how you’ve grown soft over the years echoes in your heart and you let out a soft huff, unwilling to let even the specter of your dearest friend tease you. “This too will pass, Summoner. Those feelings always do.”
“ why should it hurt you so much? ”
fire
You don’t need to explain yourself, and you’ve half a mind to tell the captive Forgemaster as such as your body tenses and you close in on yourself almost defensively. One little comment about not liking the man’s living conditions, if you could even call them that, and he’d gone and asked why it matters– Does it need to? You may be a vampire, you may be a ( reluctant ) member of his captor’s court for the time being, but must that mean you’re to be as callous and cruel as the rest of them?
“I was a prisoner once, too,” You tell him after a long moment, not daring to face Hector and keeping crimson hues firmly on the moon. “It’s only natural that I sympathize some.”
You offer no more than that, allowing your mind to turn back three centuries. The image of a man cloaked in white and red entering the decrepit cavern that made up your cell, matching your strength, and asking you to follow him fills your mind, and you inhale a sharp, albeit unnecessary, breath. Perhaps this time, you want to be that man, standing in the meager light of the water prison and offering a hand to the one who needs it most… It feels like the correct way to honour his memory.
But Hector needs to know none of this, and so you say nothing and simply lift an arm for his little falcon friend to land upon.
immortals falling for mortals
immortals getting clingy and needy because you have so little time we need to make the most of it
and their lovers being like chill i’ve still got like fifty years and we’ve already spent decades together we’ve been like all around the world by now but rly all I need is you
and just, no, you don’t understand that’s not nearly enough for all the things I want to show you please why are you slowing down I know but you’re tired a lot lately wait no
don’t
go
LEON
joachim snaps at him and it just makes leon laugh again, a bell-like sound of amusement as he sways and is pushed ever-so-gently into one of the chairs of the room instead of the floor. it’s more comfortable there anyways, and it gives him a chance to sweep the bag from the floor and take note of what he carries now.
he had come with nothing in hand, but just looting the abandoned areas of the castle has given him quite the armory against the beasts he had encountered thus far. he drags the daggers from the bag, hooks them onto his belt as an afterthought, and counts the number of healing salves and potions he has left remaining.
“ we don’t have much time to linger. as soon as i feel well again, we can get moving. ” he rolls a bottle in his hand, watches the clear liquid within splash about, and sighs a bit through his nose.
he could use a rest. he’s used to longer campaigns than this, true, but not against beasts that wield fire and poison and magic against him. there are aches in his body that have become quite hard to ignore now that he’s actually sitting down.
“ after we get past these plants, where are we going next? if you know, that is. ”
"Fine by me. See to it that I won’t have to carry you here again any time soon.”
You huff lightly, shifting your position against the statue and fiddling with an earring as you ponder the mystery of how to best the plants. The gentle clinking of bottles and sloshing of liquids within is a distraction, and you’ve half a mind to take the bag from Leon just to get some quiet so you can think... But you’d thought to yourself just moments before that he ought to take inventory of what healing items he has remaining. You are a number of terrible things, but you are not a hypocrite, and so you let it go.
In truth, you’re a little grateful for the rest. You’ve been trying not let just how utterly exhausted you are show all too much; Monster blood is utter filth and hardly sustaining for how much you’re using your powers all of a sudden, but it’s all that’s available in the castle at the moment and you’ve not had the opportunity to venture into the forest just yet.
It’s a miracle that you haven’t utterly snapped and thrown yourself at Leon in an attempt to drain him. You’re unsure if it’s an extraordinary feat of will on your part or the desire to tear Walter Bernhard limb from limb and knowing you need the human alive for this that’s staying your hand, but whatever it is... You’re certainly not complaining.
( You wonder if he’s noticed the way you sway in the air haphazardly, the occasional blip in your levitation where you fall ever so slightly then catch yourself. The way your blades waver every so often, and you have to refocus your aim. You resolve to avoid letting him notice in the future. )
“There’s an elemental spirit very close by. A being of flame. If we can defeat it, it’ll surely lend its strength to that whip of yours. We could bypass the plants entirely, in truth, but with their sheer size I’d rather not run the risk of their toxins spreading to the upper level-- Which is where we will be entering the flame elemental’s keep. Can’t say fighting it would go very well whilst you’re choking to death on poison.”
After a moment, your eyes fly open and you straighten, moving to get another closer look at Leon’s bag. You dare not rifle through it again, not after the mishap with the dagger, but it’s evident from the gleam in your eye you’ve thought of something.
“You’re carrying holy water, yes?”
I am not afraid of you at all I have ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ left to lose I have ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ I can use Nothing you can say or do will ever sᴛᴏᴘ ᴍᴇ again
" do you think she can still hear me? " it's not hard to guess what he means, particularly by the way leon winds and unwinds the length of the whip around his hands. the coach they sit in as they move through the countryside bounces a little along the road, and the driver pays them no mind. a benefit of leon paying for the privacy of a covered wagon. " do you think she approves of us doing this? "
So much for your nap. Despite the bump and bounce of the carriage, you’d slowly been dozing off . A crimson eye cracks open and settles on the fledgling vampire hunter, noting the way Leon fiddles with the Vampire Killer and exhaling a sigh. You know grief doesn’t vanish overnight; There are still some days you find your thoughts consumed by Minhea and his disarming, dazzling smile, the what ifs and if onlys running a marathon through your mind and refusing to let you be until the blond next to you can pull you from your melancholy and face the day with a smile. Loop. Unloop. Loop. Unloop. You watch him for a moment longer, waiting to see if he’ll pull himself together– You doubt he will. Alright, alright… Fine. You open both eyes, sitting up straight from where you’d been slouched in your seat to rest so that you might address the hunter properly.
“Leon, before all of this you were a knight. You didn’t fight monsters, you fought other men. If Lady Trantoul approved of the merciless slaughter of those with lives, families, and something to protect of their own, I’m certain she won’t mind you turning your attention to the creatures of the night instead.”
… Perhaps that’s a little too flippant. You run a hand through ebony curls, and add on a touch more.
“She said she wanted no others to suffer her fate, and she was willing to sacrifice herself to ensure there was a way to save people. It’s been a bit of a learning process, but we’ve been accomplishing that… Right? We’ve definitely saved people so far. I think… I think she would be happy to know this. I think she would be proud to know her death hasn’t been in vain. So long as we keep on that path– Helping people first and foremost along our way… I think that she would be very pleased.
By the by, yes– I do think Lady Trantoul can hear you. She promised to be by your side always, and the soul is a powerful thing: If its will is strong enough, it can refuse to pass on to the next life and linger in the world of the living. Watching, observing… Protecting, in some rare cases. That young lady had the strength and will to give her life to save others– It would be ridiculous if there was utterly nothing of her left but the power to slay the night. She’s watching over you, Leon. She always will be. We’ll have to work hard to make sure she’s watching something worthwhile.”
Your speech concluded, you settle back down some– If Leon doesn’t carry the conversation, you are taking that nap now, thank you very much.
but he’s a hero, you know. the strong kind, the hold-up-the-sky kind, the too-good-for-this-world kind. he’s a hero, and he doesn’t deserve this.
because he is kind, too-good-for-this-world kind, and i think that’s what makes him a hero. his heart is too big, and he carries it in his hands and i think it’s as heavy as the sky anyway and even if atlas was never a hero, he is.
and he’s a hero, and he doesn’t deserve this, but we all know how this story ends and even if you rip out the last page it doesn’t stop the story from ending.
he’s a hero, he is, and one day it’s going to kill him. because his heart is too big, and he carries it in his hands, and no one can hold up the sky forever.
— heroes are only heroes until it takes its toll // p.s.
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Leon…..you FOOL….you IMBECILE….. you had the ultimate GOTH GF.
💚 💙 - virtuteabiciulu ( sara trantoul )
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OH BOY. OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY.
i know we’re plotting a thread where sara makes an escape attempt and stumbles across joachim’s prison, but even without that, joachim has so much love and respect for her already???????
she’s walter’s prisoner, so he pities her already even before he knows who she is. the moment he senses her presence in the castle, he feels nothing but fondness for her, a melancholy over how bleak her future looks. he wishes he could do something, anything, but there’s no escape from his prison…
and then he meets leon, who tells him about sara trantoul. about her light and love for everyone she meets– and how they love her in turn. she sounds wonderful, he thinks. ( she is wonderful to him, should they meet beforehand. ) he wants to save her just as much as he wants his revenge on walter, though you’d be hard pressed to get him to admit it.
when walter corners and bites her, joachim is the first to realize what’s happening. the two human presences he’s sensing in the castle has suddenly dropped to one, and leon’s living and breathing right next to him. he’s warmed to leon, they’re laughing and joking and much more amicable now– but suddenly, he’s urging leon to hurry. there’s no time left, they need to finish their business and defeat walter now.
where leon wants to get sara out of the castle as fast as possible, joachim’s determined to do his damnedest to fight walter again and defeat him, somehow, some way, ebony stone in his hands or no. he’s prepared to die trying if need be, but leon forces him to withdraw. joachim protests, tries to tell leon what’s happening, but his words cannot come fast enough.
he couldn’t save her. despite his efforts to stave off her fate, walter has claimed another victim. but she does not go quietly. if she’s to die, she wants her death to have meaning– she wants to save people from suffering her fate. she wants to end this once and for all. joachim’s heart swells with respect and affection at her strength and conviction, and resolves to do better himself. if she’ll be by their side in one way or another, he will be a true partner to her beloved– he will treat him right, keep him safe, and see him through this battle one way or another.
it is also out of respect for sara’s memory that he does not pursue leon romantically for the longest time, despite having fallen for him too.
💙 dad figure? hey uh i'm sorry i kinda almost ash-trayed you. my hand twitched!!?!?
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listen trevor if you’re a belmont you’re already considered family, sorry i don’t make the rules. i mean, leon tried to kill me once, nearly succeeded too, and look at where we are now? it’s cool.
no but he respects trevor so much for going through all he did and, despite not being soft, still holding onto his big heart and kindness and doing what’s right and just– he’s reminded so much of leon and his rise from the ashes and it endears trevor to him veryquickly????
he feels terrible for keeping his distance from the belmonts after leon’s passing, but he honestly didn’t think it would be good for them if a vampire hung around longer than necessary when their entire family profession is, well… slaying vampires.
after hearing of the excommunication and massacre, he regrets that train of thought with every fiber of his being. he should have been there. he should have let them take him instead, should have fought their executioners, should have done something.
all he can do to make up for it is keep a watchful eye on trevor, protect him from the shadows, until once again joachim armster is unneeded. but when the time comes for him to bow out of his family’s life once more, he will make sure they are safe. he will not fail them again.
💚💙 aND ❤ OF COURSE
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YOU’RE THE ENTIRE REASON I BROUGHT JOACHIM BACK YOU KNOW……………..
bUT YES????????? I LOVE THEM SO MUCH…. THE SLOW BURN FROM ENEMIES TO FRIENDS IS SO SO SO SO IMPORTANT, LEON REALLY BRINGS BACK THE BEST OF JOACHIM AND SHAPES HIM INTO A MUCH BETTER MAN: THE MAN HE USED TO BE BEFORE WALTER CAME IN AND RUINED HIS LIFE. JOACHIM SUPPORTS AND KEEPS LEON GOING WHEN THE RUG’S BEEN PULLED FROM HIS FEET AND HE’S LOST EVERYTHING…
they complement each other, the sun and the moon, and it really isn’t any wonder that joachim falls so utterly in love as he does. he doesn’t expect leon to return his feelings, he just wants to see his best friend happy, but when he does………………………
💚 💙 hey,
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UMM YES??????
ingrid’s just so genuine and warm and endears herself to people very easily, and joachim would be no exception to her charm– oh, he’d deny it at first with everything he has. he’d vehemently deny any growing fondness of the woman with a burden far too heavy for her young shoulders. he’d scoff at the idea that she’s anything but his superior, friendship is unprofessional, friendship has no use on this battlefield. ( who would wish to befriend a monster, after all? the one man who would is long gone from this world. )
ingrid, of course, has a knack for sourpusses. i mean, berkut’s her best friend. she’s patient, diligent in her efforts, and just like kotaru wears joachim down bit by bit, fills a hole in his chest leon left behind with his death, and gives him more of a reason to want to live again. he’s been given another chance, and he wants to make the most of it.
this gets even better if she ends up summoning leon because then ingrid gets TWO dads
