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[It's approximately three in the morning. Lunatia, in its residential districts, is quiet and pleasantly dark. The bustle of downtown and its nightlife is visible on the horizon, certainly, but here, the shadows are long and the air is cool.
It's peaceful. It's brisk. It's almost nothing like Cairo, even in January.
But still, someone can't sleep.]
so what are you going to eat
It's peaceful. It's brisk. It's almost nothing like Cairo, even in January.
But still, someone can't sleep.]
so what are you going to eat
 You have a delivery!! [ A present addressed to Adrian will be delivered on the eve of before the winter celebrations, together with an elegant calligraphy and brush painting set, and a set of hand-sewn charms made with shimmering fabric and that looks like a little adorable trio of Alucard, Sypha and Trevor! ] - "It might not be the same, but the best memories are made with beloved friends. I hope you'll have it all this Starlight, even far from home." - Megumi♥" |
Hello, Alucard! It's Mohammed Avdol :)
I know this has nothing to do with me really, so forgive me for butting in. I just really wanted to thank you for being with Jotaro. He clearly cares very much for you, and it means more than you'll ever know, for me to know that he's not alone when I'm unable to be the friend he needs me to be.
Also you've given me an idea about using cars in combat, for when we go home! Thank you for that too. It'll keep us on our toes at least! Haha!
I know this has nothing to do with me really, so forgive me for butting in. I just really wanted to thank you for being with Jotaro. He clearly cares very much for you, and it means more than you'll ever know, for me to know that he's not alone when I'm unable to be the friend he needs me to be.
Also you've given me an idea about using cars in combat, for when we go home! Thank you for that too. It'll keep us on our toes at least! Haha!
[On the morning of February 14th, a gift box arrives at Alucard's front door, tied with a black ribbon and containing two dozen red-tipped yellow roses in full bloom.]
have you ever harmed someone on accident?
or not accident
on the instinct of your other half?
or not accident
on the instinct of your other half?
[It's been a mixed blessing, the fact that Jotaro has had the better part of a month to prepare himself for Adrian's birthday. On one hand, it's given him plenty of time to think and to plan, to scheme and to prepare — useful in particular because he's considered and scrapped at least three different ideas in the course of arriving at his final decision. On the other hand, leaving Jotaro plenty of time to think about anything is frequently a recipe for certain disaster, or at the very least mild neurosis, which of course has only mounted as the day has drawn closer.
But finally, the time has come, and he thinks he's ready. He's planned for all the supplies he needs, many of which are already waiting in the bedroom. He's cleaned the house and showered. He's gotten ready, made his final preparations, and dressed.
It's going to be fine, he reminds himself, and feels Star wrap gently around him from behind, trying to be soothing in the best way he can. What a good boy he is, Star. Always there when he needs him.
The house is ready. The arrangements are ready. He's ready.
Now it's just a matter of waiting for Adrian, and trying not to fidget straight out of his skin while he's at it.
But finally, the time has come, and he thinks he's ready. He's planned for all the supplies he needs, many of which are already waiting in the bedroom. He's cleaned the house and showered. He's gotten ready, made his final preparations, and dressed.
It's going to be fine, he reminds himself, and feels Star wrap gently around him from behind, trying to be soothing in the best way he can. What a good boy he is, Star. Always there when he needs him.
The house is ready. The arrangements are ready. He's ready.
Now it's just a matter of waiting for Adrian, and trying not to fidget straight out of his skin while he's at it.
[ Wrapped in white gauze and tied with sweetgrass, a charm with magical properties, invoking wisdom. Since Gwenhwyfar doesn't know his scent, she's had to drop this off like a normal person, a knock at his door and scattering off shyly.
Attached is a note on parchment paper of all things. ]
Alucard,
I would leave you an invocation of protection but I have a strange feeling you're capable of protecting yourself. Call it a force of habit, I suppose.
I pray that my prayers are heard by the gods of my lands heed my request. It is my invocation of wisdom and the guidance of the great mother Ceridwen to impart her great wisdom of all magic and life to you. It's through knowledge that we are all born anew, in death or losing a piece of ourselves. I must sound really over-dramatic, my apologies, it's just that without those who I care for most, I find myself shifting that mother Henning onto my friends. Maybe that makes sense?
May Ceridwen assist you through her cauldron,
𝒢𝓌𝑒𝓃𝒽𝓌𝓎𝒻𝒶𝓇, 𝒻𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒽 𝐸𝓃𝒻𝓎𝓈
Attached is a note on parchment paper of all things. ]
Alucard,
I would leave you an invocation of protection but I have a strange feeling you're capable of protecting yourself. Call it a force of habit, I suppose.
I pray that my prayers are heard by the gods of my lands heed my request. It is my invocation of wisdom and the guidance of the great mother Ceridwen to impart her great wisdom of all magic and life to you. It's through knowledge that we are all born anew, in death or losing a piece of ourselves. I must sound really over-dramatic, my apologies, it's just that without those who I care for most, I find myself shifting that mother Henning onto my friends. Maybe that makes sense?
May Ceridwen assist you through her cauldron,
𝒢𝓌𝑒𝓃𝒽𝓌𝓎𝒻𝒶𝓇, 𝒻𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒽 𝐸𝓃𝒻𝓎𝓈
Edited 2020-03-21 17:46 (UTC)
Hey, Adrian.
Sorry for bothering you, I know I said I'd leave you alone. But I know sometimes when I don't feel well, the days all kind of start to run together, and...I just, I didn't want you to get blindsided if you lost track of time, because it's almost Iris. So that's about to happen soon, just...if you lost track.
Anyway I'm at the store so I thought I'd get you some ice cream in case you're getting low. I'll just leave it outside your door, you don't even have to answer it. Or if you want me to bring you something else while I'm here, let me know and I can do that too.
Sorry for bugging you. I hope you're okay. I miss you.
Sorry for bothering you, I know I said I'd leave you alone. But I know sometimes when I don't feel well, the days all kind of start to run together, and...I just, I didn't want you to get blindsided if you lost track of time, because it's almost Iris. So that's about to happen soon, just...if you lost track.
Anyway I'm at the store so I thought I'd get you some ice cream in case you're getting low. I'll just leave it outside your door, you don't even have to answer it. Or if you want me to bring you something else while I'm here, let me know and I can do that too.
Sorry for bugging you. I hope you're okay. I miss you.
[It's been a balancing act lately, trying to give Alucard all of the love and support that he needs while at the same time granting him space and time to himself when he needs it, too. It works out...not perfectly, but well enough. He sleeps while Jotaro is at work, a lot of the time, or he curls up on his own and keeps to himself. Plays with Trevor. Paints, maybe — he doesn't really know. He's never pressed for answers; they're not his to ask for, anyway.
It's rough, and Iris passes slowly, but it does eventually pass. Soon enough it's just the triple moon to get through, and then finally Alucard will be able to find some small measure of peace.
His own changes are familiar. There's the wolf's ears, the thick black tail, the slightly longer canines. His eyes glimmer with green magic, and when more than one person starts to look uncomfortably aroused after he deals with them at work and while shopping, it quickly becomes apparent that the voice is back, too.
It's just a little longer. Just another few days to get through. But the problem is, he's never really been able to keep calm about Alucard's feelings when they're both affected by their respective moons, and this is absolutely no exception. The Sanguis in him knows his Iris is upset, fragile, wounded. The possessive side of it rears its ugly head and makes him restless. He'd do anything for Alucard when he's like this. He feels wild and predatory, like a tiger pacing inside a cage.
But work is over now, and evening is falling. He's back in Alucard's living room, where he's been so often lately. He's plucking idly at his guitar — never easy with Sanguis claws, but he's managing — and giving Alucard all the space he needs, extending comfort just by being present and at his beck and call.
Things are tough, lately, but they'll get through it. They have to. They will.]
It's rough, and Iris passes slowly, but it does eventually pass. Soon enough it's just the triple moon to get through, and then finally Alucard will be able to find some small measure of peace.
His own changes are familiar. There's the wolf's ears, the thick black tail, the slightly longer canines. His eyes glimmer with green magic, and when more than one person starts to look uncomfortably aroused after he deals with them at work and while shopping, it quickly becomes apparent that the voice is back, too.
It's just a little longer. Just another few days to get through. But the problem is, he's never really been able to keep calm about Alucard's feelings when they're both affected by their respective moons, and this is absolutely no exception. The Sanguis in him knows his Iris is upset, fragile, wounded. The possessive side of it rears its ugly head and makes him restless. He'd do anything for Alucard when he's like this. He feels wild and predatory, like a tiger pacing inside a cage.
But work is over now, and evening is falling. He's back in Alucard's living room, where he's been so often lately. He's plucking idly at his guitar — never easy with Sanguis claws, but he's managing — and giving Alucard all the space he needs, extending comfort just by being present and at his beck and call.
Things are tough, lately, but they'll get through it. They have to. They will.]
hey teeth
you still want drunk blood
im in the mood to get drunk and bleed
you still want drunk blood
im in the mood to get drunk and bleed
hey, what's up?
i hope that my dad, jotaro, let you know what's going on here.
this is jolyne btw, i just wanted to have a chance to meet you formally, apparently this is his idea of formally.
if you have any questions i'll be totally upfront with answers
but otherwise i just want to get to know you given the circumstances
like how old are you? did you come from a world where you were like always a vampire??
or like were you turned?
also, do you take in regular food and drink?
is the sunlight and issue or it's like cool for you to stroll around in the daytime?
do you have a coffin and is it lined with like velvet or satin?
i think dad mentioned you were from the middle ages
has adapting to the environment been fun for you?
i hang out with a guy from the 19th century so it's always exciting to learn and teach things in the process
hey, if you eat do you eat pizza?
i hope that my dad, jotaro, let you know what's going on here.
this is jolyne btw, i just wanted to have a chance to meet you formally, apparently this is his idea of formally.
if you have any questions i'll be totally upfront with answers
but otherwise i just want to get to know you given the circumstances
like how old are you? did you come from a world where you were like always a vampire??
or like were you turned?
also, do you take in regular food and drink?
is the sunlight and issue or it's like cool for you to stroll around in the daytime?
do you have a coffin and is it lined with like velvet or satin?
i think dad mentioned you were from the middle ages
has adapting to the environment been fun for you?
i hang out with a guy from the 19th century so it's always exciting to learn and teach things in the process
hey, if you eat do you eat pizza?
[There's no rhyme or reason to it; it's just a bad night.
That's the frustrating part, really; there's no reason that this night should be any different from any other night. He hasn't done anything out of the ordinary; he'd spent the day feeling Sanguis's hold on him slowly growing, just like always, and he'd showered after work, just like always. He'd eaten, just like always. He'd worked some on his projects, played with Star, thought about Adrian. It's all just the same things he always does. It's all just the same.
It's raining outside, when he goes to sleep. It's peaceful to listen to it rattling on the roof and the windows of his apartment. It makes the darkness feel friendlier, somehow, and he likes that. His bed is comfortable and his pillowcases still smell faintly of roses because he's still using up that shampoo he'd bought back when it was Adrian's birthday. He's warm, and he's safe, and he falls asleep content.
There's no reason why he should have a nightmare now.
And yet.
And yet he wakes up with his heart pounding and his sheets damp with cold sweat, disoriented and afraid and convinced that something is in his room with him, so certain of it that Star appears in an instant with his fists up and his jaw set, ready to defend him against the nothingness waiting for him.
Because that's what's waiting for him, of course. Nothing. There's nothing there. It's nothing, nothing, nothing.
He tosses and turns for a while, stubbornly trying to shake the edginess that crawls along his nerves like sandpaper down his skin, burying his face in his pillow and shoving away thoughts of how close the ceiling feels in the darkness, how every six seconds he's holding his breath waiting for what might happen on the seventh. The bed is wet and cold, now. He's got work in the morning. It's stupid, he can't be doing this, not now.
But the feeling doesn't go away, and before long he thinks of reaching for his phone, hungry for attention and reassurance.
He doesn't know why he can't make himself do it. Shame, maybe. Guilt. Maybe something else.
But he doesn't hear the rain outside anymore, and he's not getting back to sleep like this, so he rolls out of bed and drags on some sweatpants and a pair of shoes, and takes his keys and his hat and he just starts walking. The wolf is happier to be out in the fresh, clean night air; the smell of it is rich and soothing, and the puddles splash under his shoes.
He's fine, until he hears it running down from some nearby gutter — running water, jagged metal, broken clocks and empty streets and he's wound too tight, his shoulders hurt from how hard he's contracted the muscles in them without realizing it, his hands are shaking and he doesn't know what's wrong.
...He left his phone at his apartment. Fuck.
So he just starts walking, again, and halfway to his destination the rain picks up again, and he doesn't care. It drizzles down on him, chilly in the night air, wetting his fur and his tail and his clothes and the rain on his face is wet but some of the tracks of water running down his cheeks are hot and at least there's no way to tell which is which, just from looking.
Eventually, he reaches the walk up to Adrian's apartment, and makes it to the door, and reaches for his phone again and realizes again that he doesn't have it on him. Shit.
...Maybe he shouldn't wake him up. He wants to, but maybe...
No, he should. He should, but just...maybe...
It just feels like a lot. It's just so much, he just needs to think. So he just...sits down next to Adrian's door and leans against the jamb, and pulls his knees up and just sits, staring out into the rainy night, and loses track of time and himself and everything.
It's Star who knocks, finally, because Jotaro never explicitly prevented him from it, and in the end, he was right about Star — it is his power to protect his user, no matter the cost, even when his user can't verbalize the thought for himself.]
That's the frustrating part, really; there's no reason that this night should be any different from any other night. He hasn't done anything out of the ordinary; he'd spent the day feeling Sanguis's hold on him slowly growing, just like always, and he'd showered after work, just like always. He'd eaten, just like always. He'd worked some on his projects, played with Star, thought about Adrian. It's all just the same things he always does. It's all just the same.
It's raining outside, when he goes to sleep. It's peaceful to listen to it rattling on the roof and the windows of his apartment. It makes the darkness feel friendlier, somehow, and he likes that. His bed is comfortable and his pillowcases still smell faintly of roses because he's still using up that shampoo he'd bought back when it was Adrian's birthday. He's warm, and he's safe, and he falls asleep content.
There's no reason why he should have a nightmare now.
And yet.
And yet he wakes up with his heart pounding and his sheets damp with cold sweat, disoriented and afraid and convinced that something is in his room with him, so certain of it that Star appears in an instant with his fists up and his jaw set, ready to defend him against the nothingness waiting for him.
Because that's what's waiting for him, of course. Nothing. There's nothing there. It's nothing, nothing, nothing.
He tosses and turns for a while, stubbornly trying to shake the edginess that crawls along his nerves like sandpaper down his skin, burying his face in his pillow and shoving away thoughts of how close the ceiling feels in the darkness, how every six seconds he's holding his breath waiting for what might happen on the seventh. The bed is wet and cold, now. He's got work in the morning. It's stupid, he can't be doing this, not now.
But the feeling doesn't go away, and before long he thinks of reaching for his phone, hungry for attention and reassurance.
He doesn't know why he can't make himself do it. Shame, maybe. Guilt. Maybe something else.
But he doesn't hear the rain outside anymore, and he's not getting back to sleep like this, so he rolls out of bed and drags on some sweatpants and a pair of shoes, and takes his keys and his hat and he just starts walking. The wolf is happier to be out in the fresh, clean night air; the smell of it is rich and soothing, and the puddles splash under his shoes.
He's fine, until he hears it running down from some nearby gutter — running water, jagged metal, broken clocks and empty streets and he's wound too tight, his shoulders hurt from how hard he's contracted the muscles in them without realizing it, his hands are shaking and he doesn't know what's wrong.
...He left his phone at his apartment. Fuck.
So he just starts walking, again, and halfway to his destination the rain picks up again, and he doesn't care. It drizzles down on him, chilly in the night air, wetting his fur and his tail and his clothes and the rain on his face is wet but some of the tracks of water running down his cheeks are hot and at least there's no way to tell which is which, just from looking.
Eventually, he reaches the walk up to Adrian's apartment, and makes it to the door, and reaches for his phone again and realizes again that he doesn't have it on him. Shit.
...Maybe he shouldn't wake him up. He wants to, but maybe...
No, he should. He should, but just...maybe...
It just feels like a lot. It's just so much, he just needs to think. So he just...sits down next to Adrian's door and leans against the jamb, and pulls his knees up and just sits, staring out into the rainy night, and loses track of time and himself and everything.
It's Star who knocks, finally, because Jotaro never explicitly prevented him from it, and in the end, he was right about Star — it is his power to protect his user, no matter the cost, even when his user can't verbalize the thought for himself.]
its me
i mean shit yeah of course its me you know its me it says who it is in the username
i need a favour
and i have blood
or a very small scarf
trade?
i mean shit yeah of course its me you know its me it says who it is in the username
i need a favour
and i have blood
or a very small scarf
trade?
[ Set after he learns that Adrian is dating Jotaro, so presumably Adrian is at least vaguely aware Kakyoin has shown up. ]
[ Normally, he'd think that he shouldn't spy. It might not stop him, but he'd recognise it wasn't the most polite thing to do. But this is different. Yes, Jotaro's capable of taking care of himself and not so stupid as to blunder into danger, but-
-he's protecting him. That's what this is. He's not jealous, and he's not paranoid and this is normal. A normal thing to do.
'This' is a single green tendril, snaking through the dark spaces of the apartment building. Passing through walls when it has to but preferring to move through spaces that exist. It doesn't take it long to scan the building entirely for Adrian and find a dark, cool, comfortable spot underneath a bookcase where it waits and watches and listens. ]
[ Normally, he'd think that he shouldn't spy. It might not stop him, but he'd recognise it wasn't the most polite thing to do. But this is different. Yes, Jotaro's capable of taking care of himself and not so stupid as to blunder into danger, but-
-he's protecting him. That's what this is. He's not jealous, and he's not paranoid and this is normal. A normal thing to do.
'This' is a single green tendril, snaking through the dark spaces of the apartment building. Passing through walls when it has to but preferring to move through spaces that exist. It doesn't take it long to scan the building entirely for Adrian and find a dark, cool, comfortable spot underneath a bookcase where it waits and watches and listens. ]
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