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#except I’ve been skinny and bigger and I’ve been cute & blonde and I’ve been whatever I am now
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#tw: body image#tw: eating disorders#oof I knew I’d been gaining weight lately and I’ve been trying not to weigh myself#and working from home was fine bc I was just in sweats all day LOL#and now my work clothes are mostly fine except the pants that didn’t fit bc things aren’t cut to be so form fitting for work#but I went out with my brother and his wife last night and we took pictures#and fuck I look horrible#and it’s not even just size like there are people bigger and smaller than me who look amazing#it’s just my body I look fucking horrible and misshapen and awful#and my perception of myself is so off bc I thought I looked okay recently#but like last year I thought I was enormous when I was losing weight to the point that my ex was like ‘where did you go??’ when he saw me#like pre-pandemic I was just disappearing and I wish I could’ve seen that and appreciated it lol#bc now I look fucking awful and then I saw some family today for a socially distanced bday celebration#and in the pictures#god I hate it so much#it’s like everything about me is just wrong#skin hair face eyebrows body#i can’t hide behind filters in real life and without them I truly look like a monster I don’t even look human#and you’d think I’d be old enough by now to not care about looks!!! looks shouldn’t be important!!!#except I’ve been skinny and bigger and I’ve been cute & blonde and I’ve been whatever I am now#and people fucking treat me differently based on how I look and it’s awful to know now I’m back in the ‘doesn’t deserve respect’ category#I’ll delete this I just#it’s always harder to be bigger in the summer bc clothes are smaller and it’s hot and I’m just uncomfortable in my skin all the time#I want to be swaddled in at least three layers of clothing and blankets at all times
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Wanderlust
A/n: I low-key forgot to post this, holy doodoo. I’ve had some stuff going on so this completely slipped my mind. Crazy, I know. But hey, here it is. Not that anyone’s really looking forward to reading this, haha. Anywho, for those of y’all that are actually reading this: I appreciate you.
Disclaimer: I found this gif on google. I’m too lazy to make gifs of my own.
Word count: 6124
Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
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Chapter 3
In just an hour after her recommended pill ingestion time passed, the effects of failing to take the medicine were more than obvious. Her nails were a lot longer than she originally had them, her canines were abnormally long and sharp, and finally, she had an insatiable hunger for blood. The nails were the least of her problems, she’d gotten used to them already, even grew to think they were cute. Well, not really. Since she’d gotten her nails done a few days before her flight, her acrylic nails were still attached. With nothing to do but travel around in a carriage and look around at the moving scenery, she gently picked and picked and picked until she was able to pull the acrylic nails off her real ones. Keep in mind, her idea of gentle, is not gentle at all. Instead of being careful, she just ripped all her nails off. It was pretty painful, in case you were wondering. But the pain only lasted a second before the nails grew right back. Her canines were a minor inconvenience, but an inconvenience nonetheless. Because they were abnormally long and sharp, she kept biting her bottom lip. Which would heal quickly, yes, thanks to that wonderful healing ability vampires and dhampirs have, but it still hurt like a bitch every time it happened. And the biggest inconvenience to present itself thus far, was her appetite. She felt like she could die right then and there.
It felt terrible, she couldn’t wait to rid herself of her hunger. She grew more and more desperate as time passed, she even considered, for lack of a better term, eating her new human companions. She shook her head violently, clashing her hand to her mouth. No, she couldn’t do that. The mere thought of it was disgusting on her part. She couldn’t believe the idea had even crossed her mind. But they’d surely understand, right? There was no doubt they’d let her feed off of them, right? She bit down on her hand, immediately drawing blood as she did so. However, in an attempt to subdue her cravings, she only made things worse for herself.
“Stop the carriage, Belmont,” she heard Adrian command. Trevor groaned, “We’ve only been moving for an hour–” “Trevor, just do it.” Said Sypha, prompting yet another complaint to leave the hunter’s lips before he ordered the horses to stop moving. “Why are we stopping?”
The blond didn’t bother answering him before climbing off the wagon and turning to the other dhampir. “Out.” Aurora didn’t budge. It was like she hadn’t even realised he existed. She was in her own world. “Get out.” He repeated, though he knew it was pointless and he’d have to get her attention some other way. Alucard knew she was hungry, her pathetic behaviour was quite an indicator for it. He was considering drawing some of his own blood, knowing it’d do the job, but he heard some rustling in the woods around them and decided to go after whatever unlucky creature that was making the noise instead. He came back with a hare clutched tightly in his left hand. He brought his right hand up and lifted his index finger. His nail grew quickly and he used said nail to slice the hare open. Rory’s nostrils flared as she took in the smell of fresh blood. Her head slowly turned to face the source of the smell. She let out a sigh, “Is that for me?” “Yes, it is. But you’re going to have to step out of the wagon if you want it, otherwise, you’ll have to spend some time cleaning before we start to move again.” Adrian didn’t have to say anything else, the girl practically ran out and snatched the poor animal; sucking the life out of it behind one of the trees in a flash, thanks to her ‘super speed’. The man waited until he heard the slurping stop before he spoke once again, “Are you finished?”
“Mhm…” “Are you still hungry?”
“A bit, yes…” She was still very hungry, but she wasn’t going to say it. She felt too embarrassed to admit that.
“It’s not much for you, but it should hold you off in the meantime. We’ll go look for something bigger to eat after we finish.”
“Finish what?” Rory gulped nervously. “I’m going to start teaching you how to use your powers.”
It was dreadful. While Sypha and Trevor slept, the dhampirs fought each other in the name of 'training’. Even though the male was holding back a lot of his built strength and knowledge for fighting, the girl was worn out after a couple of hours. Thankfully, Alucard didn’t care much to continue and kept his promise. He caught a deer for her to eat. They’d share. Well, he’d drink a little bit of the blood and let her have the majority of it, but it’s still considered sharing. After that, they’d spend some more time talking about different things: what life was like for them before this point in time, what other people were like in their respective times, etc. Though, it did take some time for Rory to open up about her childhood and for good reason. There were many things that were difficult for her to speak about: her father’s death being one and the abuse she’d gone through afterward because of her mother’s bad taste in men being the another. Those were things she didn’t open her mouth about. Whenever the topic came up, she’d subtly change the subject. It never once went past Adrian, but he wasn’t the type to pry, either, and so, he’d always go along in the direction that she moved the conversation.
After a week of doing the same thing every night, -training more and more furiously each time- Adrian thought it would be quite fun to try something different. He’d already taught her how to use her telekinetic abilities, but he had yet to teach her how to float. It wasn’t imperative for her to know how to float, but he figured that it would be nice to take a break from combat training. When he told Rory about this idea, she was actually pretty excited.
And when she actually managed to do it, she felt great. At first, she thought, “cool, I can float.” She loved the idea that she didn’t have to use her legs to get to point A to point B. But once she started to float, she couldn’t stop floating. And that was why, while everyone else enjoyed sitting outside of the carriage, watching things as they passed, she stayed inside yet again; sitting with her arms and legs crossed. Or, at least, trying to since every moment she forgot about the floating issue, she floated to the very top before she managed to bring herself back down– often times asking the vampire tutor himself for help.
“There. That’s my tree.” Trevor pointed. The other three people in the vicinity looked at it. “I used to play in that tree, we’re almost there.”
Oh thank God. She was really struggling to keep still. “It’s hard to imagine you playing.” Aurora heard Sypha say. “Yeah. I suppose so. But it was everything, that tree. It was my house and my boat and my fort. Anything I wanted it to be.” Trevor looked back as they continued, “goodnight, tree.” Aurora decided to go to the far back of the carriage, using the skinny pieces of wood to help her manoeuvre her way over to the unbothered blond. “Hey, why don’t you come and sit down?”
Adrian turned around and looked inside, “I don’t really want to.” Aurora shot him a look that told him she wasn’t amused by his comment and that was all it took for him to climb inside.
They sat in peace and quiet with the occasional complaint about the floating issue. “I guess I won’t be sleeping for the next few days. Between taking care of you and finding ways to kill my father, my hands are full.”
She smiled nervously, “sorry about that.” Adrian shook his head, “It’s quite alright. I don’t even need to sleep, I’m half-vampire, remember?”
“Even still…”
“Like I said, it’s fine. Believe it or not, this is a… pleasant distraction from what is happening.” “I’m sorry about that too…” Once again, he shook his head. “Don’t be. It’s not your fault, you haven’t caused me any trouble apart from floating uncontrollably. It’s my father that is making things difficult for everyone.” His little speech was interrupted by the vampire hunter that worked part time as a chauffeur.
“We’re here,” Trevor announced once the wagon had come to a full stop. “Get out, bloodsuckers.” Sypha elbowed him before they hopped off their seats. Alucard stepped out and walked toward the ruined building without a second thought. “Um… Alucard.” Aurora called out.
“Yes?” “Do you mind helping me out here?” “You’ve got legs, you can help yourself out.” “What if I float away?” “That won’t happen, don’t worry.” “But what if it does? How can you be so sure?”
Alucard sighed, he knew he wasn’t going to win this mini argument. He reminded himself that this was entirely new to the girl and that she didn’t know any better. The blond walked back over to her and offered her his left arm. “If it makes you feel better, you can hold onto me.”
Aurora didn’t hesitate to grab onto the dhampir’s arm and cling to it as she got down from the carriage and floated alongside him into the destroyed Belmont family home.
They walked in through the front, each of them lit and held their own torch, except for Alucard, of course, since he was too busy letting the seventeen year old hold onto him. “This was your home?” Sypha asked as they walked around the ruined mansion.
“Yeah.” Trevor responded. “You grew up here?” “Yeah.” “I can’t imagine what it was like to grow up in a single place.” “Are you a gypsy or something?” Aurora asked from where she was. “No, I’m a Speaker, I told you.” “Okay, cool. Thanks for clearing things up.” Trevor sighed, ignoring the interaction and answering what he was asked, “It was fine. Wasn’t the worst way to grow up.” “How old were you when your family home was taken?” Alucard stroked the doorway when he asked this question before stepping away toward the only other man in the building, completely unbothered by the teenager that clung onto him for dear life.
“Oh, thirteen? Fourteen? Something like that.” “You’ve been on your own since you were thirteen?” Sypha was obviously shocked by this information. “Maybe twelve. Who remembers that sort of thing?” Aurora just listened, she couldn’t imagine what it had been like for him. She couldn’t imagine being put in his position. “Twelve,” Alucard repeated. “Is there a point to these questions?” “I’m disturbed to find that I had more of a childhood than you did.” Trevor dusted himself off as he stood back up, “and your dad’s fucking Dracula.”
Alucard chuckled. Pretty soon everyone in the ruined room was giggling. But it ended just as quickly as it started. Trevor and Sypha left the room together first. Then so did Alucard, stringing Aurora along with him as they looked around before Trevor announced that he found the opening to the hold. They all gathered around, Aurora’s eyes scanned every face in front and beside her as they all spoke.
“Your hidden entrance looks like a hearthstone.” Alucard jested. Trevor grunted as he picked up one of the giant pieces of rubble, “just help me clear it.” He ordered and he struggled to set it down somewhere that would be out of the way. Alucard smirked to himself and did the same with ease. It was so easy for him, in fact, that he was able to throw the stone across the room one handed, though he had no choice but to, he had someone at his side that would not let go of his arm.
“Aurora, you’ve got super strength too, don’t be lazy,” Alucard called her out, prompting the soon to be eighteen year old to turn her face and look at him. “Uhh… Are you sure I’m gonna be able to pick this up?” She expressed her doubt.
“You’re half-vampire, are you seriously telling me you don’t think you can pick up small pieces of rock?” Trevor glared at Alucard, not amused by his comment. “They’re pretty big–” she stopped herself when she saw one of those ‘small pieces of rock’ flying toward her face. Her hands unclasped themselves from the man’s limb and instinctively moved up to protect herself, catching it in the process. “Hey! What the hell?” “Is it heavy?” “No, but–” “Okay then, maybe next time I tell you to do something and I’m clearly capable of doing it as well, you’ll do it.” “Fuck you.”
“No thank you, my bed is only suited for one person at a time. Typically, I’d be able to squeeze a woman in if I wanted to, but you’re a bit… big,” he responded nonchalantly as he finished moving the rocks out of the way. Did he just call her fat? Yes. Yes he did. Rory rolled her eyes. “Congratulations. You’ve just discovered a big piece of stone.” The brat announced before turning to face Aurora, “congratulations to you, too. You’re not floating anymore.” The girl looked down and smiled. He wasn’t lying, she wasn’t floating. Her smile faded once she looked down at the ‘door’.
“Why’d you even bother me about moving those rocks if you were gonna do it yourself, anyway?” She muttered in annoyance as she stepped to the side.
“It’s the door,” Trevor corrected him a little too late, the feeling of agitation was still fresh, regardless.
“Do we lift it, or…?” Sypha questioned, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion whilst she looked at said door.
Alucard didn’t waste a second, immediately attempting to lift the ‘door’ off the ground. When he couldn’t just pop it open, Sypha ran her hands over the engravings. “I see now. You won’t be able to lift it.”
“Well, my family got it up somehow. I was taken down there as a child.” “Did you see them lift it?” “No, they brought me through it once it was opened. They told me they’d teach me how to do it one day, I supposed there was a special trick.” “Oh, that’s nice.” Aurora cackled cynically. “Were your parents magicians?” “No. I mean, they knew a lot, but this door was put in by one of our ancestors.” “Well, I guess the special trick was passed down the generations, the way we speakers transmit knowledge. Your parents knew the trick, but didn’t know where it came from or what it really was.” Sypha stood up straight. “Stand back.” Without a peep coming from anyone, they all moved away before she magicked that door away. Yes, away. That door was gone and Aurora was confused. “Open sesame.”
“Was that an Enochian word?” Alucard asked as he handed the woman her torch.
“Yes, I know that language.” She said proudly as she took it. “Well, well, naughty Belmonts hunting the terrible things of the forest but sitting on a magic door opened by occult language.” “I didn’t know it was a fucking magic door. Doesn’t make us black magicians.” “But you know that the word ‘teloch’ means ‘of death’, right?” “Shut up.” He muttered as he walked down the stairs. “It’s the magical door of death, Belmont.” “Are you coming or what?” They went in, climbing down the stairs. Aurora admired the architecture as they did so. She loved old buildings, more specifically, the ones from the dark ages and prior. They were so beautiful in her eyes, nothing could compare to them. “Belmont isn’t even a Wallachian name. That just dawned on me.”
“Yeah, it’s French,” Aurora answered absent-mindedly. Trevor smiled at her answer, “yes. My family’s originally from the Kingdom of France, but we moved out of there a few hundred years ago.” “Moved or chased?” Alucard teased. “Moved, thank you very much.” “With people behind you waving pitchforks and torches?” Aurora giggled, having seen Sypha facepalm in response to Alucard’s remarks. Alucard thought she was laughing at his comments and felt pleased with himself for it.
“No. No, we’re professionals, we move where the work is.”
“What does that even mean?” Sypha scoffed. They’d just reached the bottom of the stairs and were standing in front of yet another door.
“All the dark things moved into the east. I think it was a Leon Belmont who entered the region first.” He explained, wagging his finger around prior to opening the door. Luckily, this door didn’t require magic to open, but it did take a little bit of rattling to open. “And he built this house and dug the foundations for everything underneath it.
Sypha used magic to bring light to the hold Deluminator* style. Aurora was amazed, “Yo, I think JK Rowling stole that from you– holy shit this has more books than every library in Miami combined.” She continued to scan the area with her eyes, “holy fuck are those real skeletons? Qué chévere*!”
“My God,” Sypha let out, handing her torch over to Alucard who seemed unimpressed.
“The memory of my family. All that’s left of us.” Trevor walked down the steps. The older woman followed him down, “is it organised?” She asked, “is there a way to find things?” Alucard stepped down as well, “I imagine one sacrifices a chicken and divines the location of the book you want from the intestines. Maybe Belmont has a crystal ball in here you could ask.” Trevor glared at him furiously, “shut up..” “It’s an impressive tip, Belmont, but it is, nonetheless, a tip. Your ancestors were apparently mentally ill hoarders. I fully expect to find family cats mummified under some of these shelves. Unless your family preferred to eat them.” Trevor shoved him, passing him down the steps, “There’s an index on the lectern at the bottom.” “So this really is a managed collection?” Sypha thought aloud. “It’s the work of generations. An archive of everything we’ve found and learned since the days of Leon Belmont.” Alucard separated himself from the group, as did Aurora, but she went in a different direction, eager to see the statues she’d spotted from the top of the staircase up close.
“What was your Leon Belmont doing in Wallachia?” “Hunting Dracula.” Alucard said as he stared at the glass case that contained vampire skulls. “Here it all is, then. The last of us.”
And the group discussion continued, Aurora drowned them out as she admired the sculptures. The conversation didn’t interest her until she heard Sypha admiring the contents of the structure. “This is quite amazing. Isn’t it? It’s amazing.”
“Charming.” “You’re not even a little bit impressed?” “Yeah, Al, you have to admit, this place is bomb as fuck.” Aurora called from where she was. She could feel his glare from across the room.
“It’s like a museum dedicated to the extermination of our people, so no. Not thrilled. And you shouldn’t be, either.” He lectured before walking away from the glass case that only served to fuel his disgust.
“Someone’s salty.” Aurora murmured, moving her attention away from the statues and heading over to the index Trevor told them about. She prayed the brunet’s family had what she needed to find: anything related to time-travel and locators. She hoped the things she saw on her TV had some truths to them. She hoped the Vampire Diaries got that locator spell thing right. She read the different categories and found herself a bit disappointed, but she didn’t give up completely. She re-read the pages as if anything would change. Of course nothing did, but she did notice a category she hadn’t picked up on before. She grinned, it was exactly what she needed. Well, for the most part. While there weren’t any locator spells, she did find one for time related things. Thanks to that, she was able to have some sort of starting point, some place to start looking. Her smile dropped. It was really shitty of her to be amid the population of literate beings and not offer to help the very people that helped her. She felt a bit guilty, she was being selfish.
“Al,” Aurora called, still scanning through the index in case she still missed something. Not even a second after she summoned him, he appeared behind her.
“What do you want?” His arms were crossed. “To help you.” His gaze softened, “but I don’t know where to even start looking or what you’re looking for…” she finished.
Alucard smiled softly, “you want to help me, hm? Can you even read?” “Do you think I’d be offering to help if I didn’t?” “What languages can you read in?” “Well, I can read in English, all the romance languages, and German. Hopefully, I can be of some help.”
“It’s better than absolutely nothing. Belmont can’t even read himself.” He commented, “wait, do all humans read and understand more than one language in the future?”
“Not everyone knows how to read, but the vast majority do. And not many speak and read in multiple languages… I was raised speaking mainly English, Spanish and Romanian. Romanian from my mother, Spanish from my father and his side of the family as well as the kids in school that only spoke Spanish that I’d translate for. English because that was the main language that was mainly spoken in school. My mom made it a point to drill the importance of learning as many languages as I can. I didn’t really mind since I figured it’d help me when I become a doctor and needed to help someone that doesn’t speak English.”
“You want to become a doctor?” He repeated, finding that to be very interesting, he didn’t really expect for her to say she wanted to be a doctor. “Yeah, I like to help people, believe it or not. I know I’ve acted a bit selfish for the past few days, I promise I’m not usually like that,” she explained. “Anyway, what do I look for and where do I look for it?” Alucard directed her to the general area.
“Don’t worry yourself too much about helping us, a lot of the texts are in languages you might not understand, regardless. We don’t mind if you look for your own things.”
“I still want to help any way I can since you’ve all been nice to me. I’ll look for my stuff later tonight before I go to sleep or something. But I want to prioritise this since this is the more pressing issue.”
Alucard nodded and started walking off before he stopped and turned to speak to the seventeen year old again. “If you need help in your search, don’t be shy about asking me.”
Aurora smiled at him and nodded, “Okay, cool.” “Cool? You’re feeling chilly?” “No,” she giggled. “How do I explain what cool means to a guy from the fifteenth century? In this context, I meant that it was fine. However, sometimes it’s used to say that something or someone is impressive? It’s also used as another way to say ‘yes’ or ‘sure.”
“Ah. Alright. Thanks for the unnecessary lesson,” he chuckled. “Oh, fuck you.” “As I’ve stated before, I prefer to keep my bed to myself.”
Aurora rolled her eyes aggressively and walked off to start looking through the many books in the small section Adrian had pointed her to not too long ago. She took her phone, plugged her headphones in, and hummed along to the music she was listening to as she searched the gigantic archive. Adrian watched her closely as she read and sang before looking through some books himself.
“Alucard, look what I’ve–” Sypha stopped speaking the moment she saw him staring at the other dhampir and quietly walked backwards toward the spot she was at previously. The young blond didn’t even seem to notice.
Hours had passed since then, Trevor and Sypha had already gone to sleep; Aurora and Adrian stayed up as usual. She’d forgotten the dhampir didn’t sleep because it was so quiet in there. She took this opportunity to do what she normally did when she was alone in her room at night back at home: cry. If not cry, then just allow herself her time alone to feel every emotion she’d suppressed throughout the course of the day. It was her way of making up for her unhealthy habit of keeping her remotely negative emotions locked off. But even when she was ‘letting it out’ in private, she still held herself back. She never let herself fully eject these sensations. Along with struggling to speak to others about her problems, she struggled to admit them to herself as well. She was her worst therapist. Her worst friend. Her worst enemy. Since ‘everyone was asleep’, she let herself cry. Adrian heard her and walked over to her quietly. He watched her wipe her tears as they streamed down her face all the while, she kept reading the book she held in her hands. She told  herself to stop crying and stop being an idiot as she keeps skimmed on through. Adrian’s eyebrows furrowed at the sight. He found it cool that she still kept going even though she was visibly stressed, but he didn’t like seeing her cry. It irked him for some reason. She looked up from her book and finally noticed he was standing there with his arms crossed. Quickly, she wiped her tears and fixed her hair in a lame attempt at looking presentable. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough.” “Hm…” she looked back down at her book. “You’re not going to sleep?” “I don’t need to.” “Ah, yeah, right. I forgot about that.” “How are you feeling?”
“I’m good,” she shot him a small smile before turning her attention back to the book. But she really couldn’t concentrate on it now. Not that she was completely focused before, but it was worse now that Adrian was talking to her, now that she’d been caught crying, now that she was a bit embarrassed.
“You don’t have to lie to me. I imagine this can’t be easy for you at all.” He sat down next to her on the floor. She didn’t speak. His golden eyes narrowed, “You’re awfully quiet for someone who always has something weird or slick to say about everything.” He saw another tear slip from her left eye. “Sorry, I–” “It’s alright, you don’t have to speak if you don’t want to…” Aurora smiled softly, her way of silently saying 'thank you.’ “How are you feeling?” She asked. “If I tell you, then you have to tell me.” “It’s not that easy…” “It’s not easy, but you seem to need it. I mean, look at you. You look terrible.” She scoffed, “fine…”
“Well, I’m going to put this as bluntly as possible: I feel like shit,” he sighed. And then he elaborated. Aurora listened intently as he did so. He expressed how utterly terrified he was, expressed how depressed he was about the fact that he was going to have to kill the very man that raised him. “It’s been tearing me apart for the past year now. He’s too far gone, he’s gone completely mad and there’s no going back for him. My mother didn’t want him to get like this, but that doesn’t matter. What matters to him is revenge, not even I can convince him otherwise because I don’t matter to him any more.” He continued on. And when he had finished, he told her to speak to him, to tell him how she was feeling at the moment. Adrian didn’t typically care about hearing others talk about their feelings, but there was something in the way a woman’s tears– that woman’s tears made him feel. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling at all. It twisted his stomach around in ways he didn’t think his stomach could. He found himself genuinely wanting her to be okay, willing to invest his time and energy to ensure she would be.
“I’m scared. I don’t want to sound like I’m clingy, because I’m not, but the fact that I don’t know where or when she is, is killing me. She’s been my best friend since birth and this is the longest I’ve been apart from her without knowing where or how she was. I can’t imagine how scared she is. I mean, knowing her, she probably isn’t. She’s got a stronger personality than I do, she’s very stern, ya know? She’s smart, too. Very smart. But I can’t imagine how she might be feeling. What if she didn’t pack her pills and suddenly vamped up without knowing what was going on? And my mom, I can’t imagine how she’s feeling. She must be scared out of her mind. We came to Romania to visit without her. We told her we’d text her the moment we got to the hotel. She hasn’t heard anything from us, she must be so worried.” She let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m sorry, I ended up ranting…”
“It’s alright, you don’t need to apologise, I asked you to talk to me,” he chuckled; pressing his elbow against his thigh as he propped his head up on his left hand, watching and listening to the girl. “If it’s not too much for one night, would you mind telling me what your childhood was like? Being that you come from a different time, I’m hoping I’m right to assume that it was probably a lot better than any of ours.”
Aurora grimaced. The thought of her early childhood physically pained her, made her stomach flip, made her throat dry. He’d noticed this and once again, his softened face hardened. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed as he paid close attention to her. He was a bit scared of what he was going to hear. “It wasn’t entirely bad, in the technological front, it was a hell of a lot better than yours. But it’s just a time in my life I really don’t like to think about. I don’t really like to let myself think about it… I haven’t really told anyone about those things, not even my sister. And don’t get me wrong, I’d love to talk about it but it’s just kind of… Actually, no. I can’t,” she started to cry again. “Oh… I’m sorry…”
“I’m not going to force you to speak, but I’m going to give you a small piece of advice. Whether you choose to let me be the one to hear it or not, you should let it out. It’s obviously affecting you now and it’s only going to get worse for you if you let it continue to sit in the back of your mind.”
Aurora stayed quiet, tears still flowing out of her eyes. Adrian stood up, not wanting to pry or make her uncomfortable. He was ready to walk away when Aurora grabbed his wrist. “Stay? Please?” She sniffled loudly. Adrian looked down at her, gazed at her sympathetically and sat back down. He pulled his hand out of her grasp and replaced it with the other so he could wrap his right arm around the girl’s shoulder and pull her closer. Aurora rested her head on his shoulder.
They stayed quiet for the most part. The seventeen year old sniffled repeatedly and her teardrops slipped out of her eyes and fell onto the man’s white shirt. The more she thought about it, the more visible her pain became. Even if she needed to speak, she didn’t want to. She was grateful he didn’t push for the topic. She cried so hard that it was almost impossible for her to speak, she hiccuped profusely and had to wait until she was able to calm herself down a bit before she could speak again.
“Thank you, Alucard,” she sniffled, clutching onto the sleeve of his shirt. He took his hand back out of her grasp so he could wipe the tears off her face as if to tell her he wasn’t asking her to re-live her pain. “Stop calling me Alucard when you know very well that isn’t my name,” he chuckled.
“I’m sorry,” she let out a choked laugh.
Adrian wiped the tears off her pale face once again, this time letting his hand cup her cheek. The hand that was resting on her shoulder moved to rub her back in an attempt to comfort her. “I’d like to apologise–”
“No. Don’t do that,” she told him. “Do what?” “Don’t apologise. I don’t want that. I don’t want you to feel sorry for me.”
“I feel horrible that you’re suffering like this, but I can assure you, I do not pity you. I admire you,” he rubbed her cheek with his thumb, careful not to scratch her flushed face. “I just think that strong character of yours is doing more damage than good for you.” He stared into her bright blue eyes and she stared back into his golden ones.
“Strong character, my ass. I’m crying like a little bitch,” she laughed at herself scornfully. They fell silent once again.
“I do hope you find your sister soon and that she is somewhere safe in Walachia this year.” He thought aloud, not realising his thoughts were out in the open until Aurora sniffled and let out a tiny giggle, “Why? You want me to stick around?” She was reading into what he’d said and shamelessly voiced that fact.
“Well, yes.” He answered bluntly. Aurora held herself back from grinning from ear to ear and looked away, “You really want me to stay?”
“Well…” there was no point in saying otherwise now, he’d already said too much. “I said that much already. I don’t think I can be clearer than this.” He looked ahead as well, not wanting her to pick up on the fact that he was visibly flustered.
“I still need to find a way to go back home, though.”
“Ah, yes, of course. I’m not saying you have to stay, I’m not going to force you. The choice is entirely up to you.” He was desperately trying to mask his disappointment. He felt like he was being rejected. Of course she wouldn’t want to stay with him, she had a whole life to get back to and he was just one random stranger she met by chance. He couldn’t expect her to just give that all up for him. It was stupid of him to even consider the possibility of her prolonging her stay.
“I’d have to at least tell my mom goodbye, I can’t just let her think I’m lost or dead, you know? But that’s obviously if I even find out how to get back there. Regardless, I might just end up staying. That is, if you really do want me to stay.” She smiled sweetly before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. Adrian’s eyes widened then shot back to their normal size before Aurora could catch it. “Are you seriously considering it or are you just saying that because it seems like the appropriate thing to say right now?”
The girl shook her head, “I am… considering it.” The blond shot her the most beautiful smile she’d ever seen in her life.
“I’m glad, then.” He couldn’t be bothered to wipe his smile from his face. “Why don’t you tell me about your sister? You seem to love her very much.” “I do,” She giggled, “but she’s probably the biggest pain in my ass. She always goes off on a tangent about how she’s the mature one out of the two of us, how she’s more reserved than I am, but she throws the wildest tantrums and everyone can read her like an open book.”
“Do you throw a lot of tantrums?” “I don’t think so…” “Are you sure? You’ve yelled at me quite a few times.” “Okay? But those aren’t tantrums. I was yelling at you because you deserved it.” She slapped his thigh playfully. “Your twig ass called me fat way too many times, you’ve gotta face some sort of consequence.”
They giggled quietly. That’s how they spent the rest of the night, curled up to each other, skimming through many books and talking about random things that came to mind, and laughing about stupid things throughout the late hours until morning.
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phoenixwwitch · 5 years
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There are Voices in the Walls, Do you hear them too?
Queen AU
Brian is a ghost that lives in your house, Roger is a witch, John is a werewolf and Freddie is a vampire. A very normal friendship indeed
This is the first chapter of this fic I hope you guys love it as much as I do!!
Word count: 1222
You were exhausted, having spent all day moving more furniture into your new house. You had dreamed of moving into this house since you were 12, it was fucking perfect! A cute front porch, a huge backyard and a garden that did need a little touching up. But the most important to you, the attic with the gorgeous and giant window, to watch the night sky. Now you knew JACK SHIT about Astronomy but it still awed you in its beauty.
You were working comfortably in your profession, a year and a half out of University as a Psych major. You’d been chosen to do research in Criminal Psych and it paid good, so you took it, and now you could afford this beautiful house. Your mother had been so proud of you when you graduated, she said you were the strongest woman she knew, that you could face anything you wanted and come out on top. You asked her to come and visit you this weekend to see the house.
Now you LOVED your new home but there was something off about it, you were a skeptic but there were things in the house that didn’t make sense. Dishes that you had left out the night before had been put away, towels had been folded and hung in the bathroom, even your bed had been made after you had gotten out of it. The whatever it was in the house was doing your chores. Standing in the middle of your kitchen, you decided to try something,
“Hello? I know there’s something o-or someone here. I’m not afraid of you, I just-“ you sigh, rubbing your temples. This was dumb, there was nothing here. Probably just a practical joke you made in your mind. You hadn’t realized you’d been stuck in your thoughts until you were ripped away from them due to a tapping noise at the kitchen window.
“Bloody Hell!” You shrieked and peered out the window to find two men laughing and staring at you,
“Sorry! Roger here got too antsy,”
“Oi! She was taking too long to notice!” The blonde- Roger, shouted at his friend.
You stood staring at them, slack jawed and confused,
“C-can I help you??”
“Oh we live next door! We just came over to say hello,” the seemingly younger man with long brown hair smiled. You nervously smiled back and went over to the back door to greet them outside.
“Hi, I just moved in here like a week ago’”
“Welcome to the neighborhood, I’m Roger and this is Deaky, well his name is John but we all call him Deaky,” the blonde one- Roger, smiled. John behind waved slightly and smiled, barring his teeth.
“I’m Corvina, nice to meet you both,”
“Corvina? That’s a pretty name for a pretty girl,” Roger smirked at me. You rolled your eyes but you felt your face flush slightly which just made his smirk wider.
“Uh thanks, it means Raven Haired-” You shrugged, “its kinda interesting I guess,”
“Well you are raven haired and it is quite beautiful,” smiles John or Deaky. Roger just rolled his eyes but you still saw his cheeks tint.
“Thank you that’s very kind of you,” you smiled at the two, looking up at the sky as it began to darken.
“Oh we better get going, it’s getting dark- full moon tonight,” Roger rushed out barely slowing for a breath in between as John laughed nervously. They quickly started to walk away.
“Oh okay, well it was nice meeting you!” You shouted after them as they turned the corner around the house. You sighed and went back inside, locking the back door. As you turned around, you heard something metallic clank on the floor.
It was a spoon and your dishwasher had been opened along with some cabinets and you wouldn’t have particularly minded except the fact there was someone standing in the middle of the kitchen. They were extremely pale with dark, wild hair and a shocked or embarrassed (you couldn’t really tell) expression on their face.
“How d- who- whats happening?!”
“Please don’t panic! I’m sorry- you just left dishes in there and I wanted to help,” the skinny man stuttered out. If this was the thing doing your chores around the house, you didn’t mind one bit- he was incredibly attractive.
“So you’re the one doing my chores?”
“Uh y-yeah I am, I don’t mean to intrude-“
“No, no I don’t mind, it’s kinda nice,”
“So I don’t freak you out?” He looked down in shame fidgeting with his fingers.
“No, you don’t. I thought it was weird at first but now I really appreciate it,” you smiled warmly as he looked back up at you and smiled too.
“I would shake your hand, but I would go through you. I’m Brian and it’s Corvina right?”
“Yeah, how’d you know?”
“I was kind of eavesdropping on you outside, I know your neighbors and they can be idiots so I was just-“
“You were worried about me?”
“Uh yeah I guess,” he chuckled nervously.
“Well thank you Brian, it seems I have the spirits on my side,” you laughed and even got a small smile out of him. You walked into the kitchen and closed the dishwasher and putting the spoon away. Brian started closing cabinets,
“How come you can touch the cabinets and towels but not me?” you asked, looking up at him curiously.
“Oh um well actually I don’t know, I’ve never tried,” he looked down and twiddled his thumbs. You walked closer to him and reached out to touch his arm but he suddenly backed away and disappeared.
“Wait!! I’m sorry! Please come back-“ you pleaded with the empty kitchen, looking around frantically but eventually giving up and walking upstairs.
Heading up to the large window in the attic to watch the stars with your knees pulled to your chest. You heard howling in the distance as you stared at the bright, full moon. You glanced over at your neighbors’ house which still was dark and gloomy compared to the two men you met today.
“Did you know that every star you see is bigger and brighter than the sun?” You whipped your head around to find Brian standing in the middle of the room staring up at the sky.
“No I didn’t know that,” you smiled softly but continued- “Brian I’m sorry if I went too far I didn’t mean to,” he just shrugged not looking down at you. You stood up and stared at him until he finally spoke,
“it’s late you should get some rest, I made down your bed for you,” and with that he was gone again and you trudged your way to your bedroom.
@stormtrprinstilettos I heard you were interested in reading some stuff so here ya go I’m sorry it’s low key bad but I hope you like it, I love your writing a lot
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theladypirate · 7 years
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OC interview thingy @jahaliel did. I did one for my grumpy heals daughter now I'm doing one for my obnoxious tank daughter :D RULES 1. PICK ONE OF YOUR CHARACTERS 2. FILL IN THE QUESTIONS/STATEMENTS AS IF YOU ARE BEING INTERVIEWED FOR AN ARTICLE AND YOU WERE THE MUSE. 3. TAG PEOPLE TO DO THIS MEME: No - unless you see this and want to. This time it's Tu'an, the half elf barbarian from my OTHER game 1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME? Tu'an 2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME? Its a bitch to say. ...really? Tu'anuelan'ain. Two-awhn-oo-el-ahn-ayn. 3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLED THAT? Because my dad was an elf and my mom lost a bet and he got to name me. And elves are real fond of apostrophes. 4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN? Single and down to party ayyy *she makes finger guns at the interviewer* 5. HAVE ANY ABILITIES OR POWERS? I wreck shit. I wreck shit real good. I'm a barbarian, see? I get to Rage. If something or someone needs wrecking, I hit them real hard until they stop moving. *she grins. It's a wild, almost feral thing. The interviewer gulps* It's my favorite hobby. 6. STOP BEING A MARY SUE. Dude, we just covered this in the first question. My name's Tu'an. 7. WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOR? Blue like your balls. 8. HOW ABOUT YOUR HAIR? *She gestures at her hair, which is strawberry blonde, and currently braided back and secured in a bun* Do you need help with your colors because I am not the person to ask about learning shit. 9. HAVE YOU ANY FAMILY MEMBERS? *Tu'an picks her nose while making uncomfortable eye contact. The interviewer moves on* 10. OH? WHAT ABOUT PETS? We got a gnome does she count as a pet? *muffled, from the other room, an indignant "i heard that!" sounds out. Tu'an laughs* 11. NOW TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE. *Tu'an leans towards the table, eyes narrowing* I don't like your face. *The interviewer appears visibly afraid. Tu'an can't keep the glare going, and snorts out a laugh* Nah just kidding. Your face is fine. I hate Grevenia. Ya heard of Grevenia? It's a trade city- well more like it's own country. It's full of terrible people and they all suck. The booze is too expensive and the whole place smells like the docks. Also spiders, they can go die in a hole while on fire. Too many legs and too many eyes and just. Man screw spiders. 12. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES YOU LIKE DOING? I like to drink and I like to fight and I like to f- *she stops and glances sideways at the door to the other room, where her companions are apparently eavesdropping. There is a disapproving aura coming from behind the door* ...ffffffornicate. But mostly the fighting, cause I get to smash skulls and that's really fun 13. EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE? Oh man yeah. One time I tore a zombie's arm off and knocked it's head clean off with it. Oh man that was fun 14. EVER…KILLED ANYONE BEFORE? *Tu'an is practically bouncing in her seat as she gestures* Okay like, real talk? That's kind of my job ya know? I get to smash baddies brains and like, cave in their rib cages and... see this is my greatmaul- *she pulls the lethal looking weapon off her back. It is a full three heads taller than her, and has been decorated with beads and some rough etchings, including the words "fuck your face (and all your teeth hahaha)" near the head. It's got angry eyes etched into the metal on the very top* And it causes MASSIVE internal bleeding if I hit ya just right. One time it got stuck in somebody's guts... hey man you ok? You look sorta... green. *The interviewer coughs and assures Tu'an they're fine, and hurries on to the next question* 15. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU? Uhhh... is this like a... like a sex thing? Like those furry people? Cause I'm not into that. 16. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS. *she quirks a smile, which unlike her previous one, is actually very pleasant* Val would say my worst trait is that I don't think before I act- *from behind the door a chorus of affirmation* -but to be honest I don't think I've got any bad habits and SOME PEOPLE *she gestures at the door* just need to loosen up. *various protests are heard, jumbled together. The words "500 GOLD FOR A SHIRT" are the only ones that can be made out clearly. Tu'an laughs* 17. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE AT ALL? Eh. Not anymore. 18. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL? I don't discriminate bud I like em all *She winks at the interviewer and then laughs when they stammer* 19. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL? Do I look like a nerd? 20. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS ONE DAY? *Tu'an starts making fart noises with her mouth halfway through the question and doesn't stop long enough for the interviewer to finish. They move on* 21. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANBOYS/FANGIRLS? Probably I am kinda awesome. 22. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF? I'm not afraid of anything and if anyone says otherwise I'll rip their goddamn throat out. *she says this with a cheerful smile, maintaining eye contact. The interviewer is disturbed* 23. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR? Shit I don't care if it gets covered in viscera, usually. Tunic. Leggings. Boots. Belt. Dark colors to hide the blood mainly. 24. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE? *Tu'an glances at the door and mumbles something about dwarves and nerds and someone being cute when she's angry, then shouts * NOTHING YOU HEARD NOTHING 25. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WET YOURSELF? Three days ago when we were drunk and skinny dipping. *muffled sounds of disgust from the other side of the door, as well as a voice proclaiming everyone pees in the river what's the big deal. Tu'an laughs* 26. WELL, IT’S NOT OVER YET! *Tu'an belches impressively* 27. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? (HIGH CLASS, MIDDLE CLASS, LOW CLASS) What are you a census taker? Get outta here with that shit. 28. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE? *She eyes the door again* Tons. A bunch. I got friends in pretty much every town I been to. Except Grevenia because screw that place. ...but mainly I hang out with the three of them. 29. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE? *Tu'an spends the next 5 minutes making innuendos about pie* 30. FAVORITE DRINK? Alcohol 31. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE? *She looks thoughtful for a minute, then shrugs* I'm good wherever. 32. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE? *Tu'an coughs and glances at the door again* Well I can't say for sure if I am or am not interested in a particular person per se, but if I happened to be, which I'm not saying I am, then hypothetically that person may or may not be aware of the completely unproven idea that I may or may not be. ...ANYWAY NEXT QUESTION 33. WHAT’S YOUR BRA CUP SIZE AND/OR HOW BIG IS YOUR WILLY? Sorry you don't get to know that without either paying me or buying me a drink. 34. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN? *She frowns and huffs* I would rather not be in the water. 35. WHAT’S YOUR TYPE? Nerd- I MEAN I DON'T HAVE A TYPE I AM TYPE-LESS. 36. ANY FETISHES? Like... feet and stuff? Nah man that's not my scene. 37. SEME OR UKE? TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE? *She waggles her eyebrows at the interviewer* I'm a switch hitter, my guy, I'm down for whatever. 38. CAMPING OR INDOORS? Listen, okay, outside is nice and all but I really like sleeping in beds. I know it's super not fitting with the whole... *she gestures at herself* ...barbarian thing but like. Pillows. And walls. And like, easy access to booze. Definitely a plus. 39. ARE YOU WANTING THIS QUIZ TO END? *from beyond the door a chorus of "yes" and "we're gonna leave you here" "No we're not" is heard. Tu'an stands up and stretches, and the interviewer is suddenly very much aware of how much bigger she is than them, not necessarily in terms of height (at 5ft 6 she's about average) but in terms of sheer physicality. She ambles around to the other side of the table, greatmaul still in hand, and slaps the interviewer on the back, perhaps harder than necessary* "Well buddy good luck with whatever it was you were interviewing me for." *she leans in and grins again, too close to be polite* "Ya ain't gonna forget about my payment, right?" *the interviewer scrambles to hand over a small bag of coin, with a shaky smile that does little to cover their unease. Tu'an pockets it and good naturedly ruffles their hair* "Great! Hey guys drinks are on me tonight!" *the interviewer stares at the door as it closes behind her, feeling at once relieved and incredibly tired*
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