[From Alucard, he bequeaths a finely wrapped box with contains the gift he's chosen for D, along with a handwritten letter.
D,
I know my distaste for this city is far from subtle, but I pray that my feelings regarding you are understood as well. I have never been so fortunate to meet someone who understands me so well, and in my greatest time of need you have been incredibly patient and supportive. It is more than I could have asked for.
Should we spend more days together, I want the chance to continue to know you and to show what you mean to me. Please take this gift as a token for my deep affection for you.
Then I consider myself already spoiled with your company.
[Even if she's probably going to be Really Difficult, but he can see that her behaviors are from her tragedy, not because she was born to be terrible.
He couldn't begrudge her for that. He thinks that she can indeed be helped.
Gently, he pulls her hair back, glancing it over to ensure there are no tangles left. He gives a satisfied hum, enjoying the silkiness of it as it slowly dries.]
I think it's done. Do you prefer your hair a certain way?
He's an arrogant prick, and believe me, I'm very well acquainted with the type, being one myself. But good god, he takes it to new heights. The only one worse is his twin, and even then, they come in different flavors. I've scolded them both (and have you noticed, by the way, that there are SO VERY MANY young men here who need to be scolded, I swear, the arrogance is astounding) (more than two of them have assured me that I was fragile and needed care; I slapped one of them, which seemed to get the message across, but honestly), to little avail.
I enjoy talking to him, naturally, on scientific measures, but it's a conversatoin I rather have to gird myself before entering, lest I be drowned in the sea of "actually, I have an MD as well, isn't that so terribly clever of me, hur hur hur, now come suck me off, surely you're in such awe of me by now that you'll do it post-haste!".
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i met a strange boy not too long ago he wasnt afraid of me even though he saw me being messy and had a pet crow he didnt run away even though he was human and let me bite him i think he was into it is that weird i didnt kill him either
[She had, honestly, come over with a single purpose. She'd wanted to ask Adrian about a few things, feeling out his opinion and his thoughts-- and what better way to do that than over dinner? Or, well. Dinner for her, and some blood for him, but it amounts to the same thing in the end. But she'd poured some wine, and the discussion had naturally turned to art, to literature, to their mutual companions and their thoughts--
--and so she doesn't ask her questions, because once dinner ends they end up retiring to her bedroom. Which suits her just fine, frankly; she likes sleeping with him, she finds. Not just for the sex itself (although that, too, is very good), but for the casual intimacy they've cultivated. For the way they kiss, and spend a great deal of time doing nothing but kissing. The easiness of it all. It's not that they're that close, but there's something about sleeping with him that just feels relaxed.
Perhaps, she's considered, it's because he respects her so much. He's so clearly in awe and in deference to her mind, and so clearly adores women much like her in his life. There's little risk of losing face with him.
But so: they're in her bedroom, kissing eagerly, perched atop him, his hands skimming up her sides and her fingers knotting in his hair. His fingers are just starting to slide lower when someone's phone rings-- his, hers, she has no idea, and quite frankly she really doesn't care right now.]
[Quietly, he adores Rosalind. Not really in a romantic sense, but certainly in the way that he respects her and likes to make her feel worshiped, feel valued. She deserves every bit of it.
Then the phone rings. He does, honestly, think about leaving it, but he knows he shouldn't keep dodging this client.]
It shouldn't be long. I'm sorry.
[Gently as he can, he disengages with her, picking up the phone. And he sighs, knowing exactly which client it is.]
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[No one was home the day she ran into Saya and she had cried so much on the street that when Diva did return from the festival she was worn out. Quietly she had dragged herself toward her room to crawl into her bed to sleep for an entire day and a half, as if cocooning herself in blankets would keep her from having to face the reality of Saya wanting her dead. It was when she had woken up from her prolonged nap that she had decided to check the network to distract herself, but that had proven to have been a bad idea too.
The kitchen is an absolute disaster; there is mayo coating the tiled floor and a half eaten bottle of ketchup on the table. A trail of crumbs leads to the culprit, who is unsurprisingly lurking behind Diva's shut door. There will be screams that reach the ears of anyone within range, high pitched and laced with despair, almost banshee like, before there's a return to silence. Those crumbs belong to a box of oreos Diva had been stuffing into her mouth moments ago but for now they've been discarded on her vanity.
Her hands are too busy making fists in her own hair to be used to eat cookies as she sits on her bed in her nightgown, covers rumpled and pillows thrown every which way. She's rocking in place, face wet, fangs digging into her lower lip, leaving them a bloody mess, even though the punctures have already healed over. If having Saya hate her guts and wanting nothing to do with her to the point of wanting her dead was bad, the news that Ryuji had delivered to her was the icing on the cake.
She feels completely and utterly alone as she cries, crumpled in the middle of her large, plush mattress, unable to do much of anything to self soothe. She turns to biting instead, removing one of her hands from her hair only for her to sink her teeth into her wrist, much like she had back at the Fort. This time the skin heals instantly, allowing her to bite over and over again, each time far more harsh than before, her arm beginning to look red with how the blood trickling down coats her skin.]
[Diva disappearing for a day for just sleep isn't too unusual, at least not in their household. When it goes on for more than a day, however, he becomes concerned as he comes home from a busy day, paint staining the edges of his sleeves and covering his fingertips. The condiments and crumbs are a worry, making him think she's stress eating.
Then he hears the wailing, impossible to ignore. Then, like that, Diva is quiet.
Without wasting another moment, Adrian is making his way toward Diva's room. He knocks on the door rather than barging in as he'd like.]
i don't know how to put into words how i feel about things but living is... very difficult, for me
my existence as a person is conditional: i am no longer a human, naturally, but i am also no longer even a vampire in that for all intents and purposes i am little more than an object to be used at the whims of my master
integra is the only master that has treated me as something more than a horrible lab experiment and an inconsequential weapon, but she is human, will always be human, and will leave the world without an heir
when she dies, the government is taking over my "contract"
which means all i have to look forward to upon returning home is being locked in a tiny box indefinitely by men frightened of my power with no escape possible
i don't... look forward to an eternity of more torture and imprisonment
i can't
don't tell anyone that's what's going to happen to me when i go back
[after that disaster Kuro had naturally expected Adrian to be upset at him. When he wasn't upset at him, but for him.... Kuro had been thrown.
Almost no one got angry on his behalf. But he supposed Adrian of all people had every right to be.
He's curled up in the study when Adrian locates him, resting on the couch with his device, and when Adrian walks over to embrace him, Kuro drops it, stunned for a moment.
This was...]
I'm really ok, you know.
[That won't stop him from reaching around Adrian to return the gesture, though.]
[Gently, he pets Kuro's hair. It's at least a gesture he himself enjoys on the receiving end, but it's a little hard not to equate Kuro to a cat either.]
...I suppose I'm just frustrated that my hands are tied. And I want you to know how I felt.
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The video, if you've seen it, is not of me.
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I am, however, quite irritated with this doppelganger I've seen of me on this network. Hopefully you've not seen that either.
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I know my distaste for this city is far from subtle, but I pray that my feelings regarding you are understood as well. I have never been so fortunate to meet someone who understands me so well, and in my greatest time of need you have been incredibly patient and supportive. It is more than I could have asked for.
Should we spend more days together, I want the chance to continue to know you and to show what you mean to me. Please take this gift as a token for my deep affection for you.
Yours,
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Put a blanket over him? I'm certain he'll sleep it off.
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Then I consider myself already spoiled with your company.
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I think it's done. Do you prefer your hair a certain way?
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Thank you. [Look, sometimes she remembers she has manners.] Um, I usually wear it down...but you can do what you think will look best.
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inbox misfire; time isn't real anyway so who knows what day it is
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It's clear this was never meant to be sent out, considering the image comes with the organization text: ]
Vampire Conflict: the Hunter's Passion
im screaming??
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he wasnt afraid of me even though he saw me being messy and had a pet crow
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is that weird
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Kinks are a bit odd like that.
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I was enjoying lunch, you know. I quite like beef stew. I was savoring it.
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Terribly sorry for ruining lunch.
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Perhaps, she's considered, it's because he respects her so much. He's so clearly in awe and in deference to her mind, and so clearly adores women much like her in his life. There's little risk of losing face with him.
But so: they're in her bedroom, kissing eagerly, perched atop him, his hands skimming up her sides and her fingers knotting in his hair. His fingers are just starting to slide lower when someone's phone rings-- his, hers, she has no idea, and quite frankly she really doesn't care right now.]
Leave it--
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Then the phone rings. He does, honestly, think about leaving it, but he knows he shouldn't keep dodging this client.]
It shouldn't be long. I'm sorry.
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Really. You want it larger. This is the third change you've asked for.
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i got a dog
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«Special Delivery»
You have a delivery!!
[ A little cake of Alucard's favourite flavor will be delivered to them on the 19th of March, together with a note! ]
- "May this sweeten your day as you always sweeten mine! I'm grateful to have you around, Adrian!" - Megumi♥"
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It's been four days trying.
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cw: a diva-tier fit and self-biting :(
The kitchen is an absolute disaster; there is mayo coating the tiled floor and a half eaten bottle of ketchup on the table. A trail of crumbs leads to the culprit, who is unsurprisingly lurking behind Diva's shut door. There will be screams that reach the ears of anyone within range, high pitched and laced with despair, almost banshee like, before there's a return to silence. Those crumbs belong to a box of oreos Diva had been stuffing into her mouth moments ago but for now they've been discarded on her vanity.
Her hands are too busy making fists in her own hair to be used to eat cookies as she sits on her bed in her nightgown, covers rumpled and pillows thrown every which way. She's rocking in place, face wet, fangs digging into her lower lip, leaving them a bloody mess, even though the punctures have already healed over. If having Saya hate her guts and wanting nothing to do with her to the point of wanting her dead was bad, the news that Ryuji had delivered to her was the icing on the cake.
She feels completely and utterly alone as she cries, crumpled in the middle of her large, plush mattress, unable to do much of anything to self soothe. She turns to biting instead, removing one of her hands from her hair only for her to sink her teeth into her wrist, much like she had back at the Fort. This time the skin heals instantly, allowing her to bite over and over again, each time far more harsh than before, her arm beginning to look red with how the blood trickling down coats her skin.]
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Then he hears the wailing, impossible to ignore. Then, like that, Diva is quiet.
Without wasting another moment, Adrian is making his way toward Diva's room. He knocks on the door rather than barging in as he'd like.]
Diva. May I come in?
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GUESS WHAT IT'S A TEXT.
i don't know how to put into words how i feel about things but living is... very difficult, for me
my existence as a person is conditional: i am no longer a human, naturally, but i am also no longer even a vampire in that for all intents and purposes i am little more than an object to be used at the whims of my master
integra is the only master that has treated me as something more than a horrible lab experiment and an inconsequential weapon, but she is human, will always be human, and will leave the world without an heir
when she dies, the government is taking over my "contract"
which means all i have to look forward to upon returning home is being locked in a tiny box indefinitely by men frightened of my power with no escape possible
i don't... look forward to an eternity of more torture and imprisonment
i can't
don't tell anyone that's what's going to happen to me when i go back
i didn't want people to know, really
WHAT THE FUUUUCK
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Can we speak in person? Please.
SORRY BRO
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Almost no one got angry on his behalf. But he supposed Adrian of all people had every right to be.
He's curled up in the study when Adrian locates him, resting on the couch with his device, and when Adrian walks over to embrace him, Kuro drops it, stunned for a moment.
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I'm really ok, you know.
[That won't stop him from reaching around Adrian to return the gesture, though.]
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[Gently, he pets Kuro's hair. It's at least a gesture he himself enjoys on the receiving end, but it's a little hard not to equate Kuro to a cat either.]
...I suppose I'm just frustrated that my hands are tied. And I want you to know how I felt.
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un: rafaello
I wanted to speak with you about the priest. You know the one, I am sure.
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I'm listening.
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[ mmm babey now he's depressed again. ]
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[How does one deal with emotions? Either:
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And he feels like Rosalind might appreciate the second one.]
Come over, Alucard.
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I do not understand. Why is it so unbelievable? I can believe it.
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