Web of Threads

A girl atop a monster… where had Emil seen something like this before? This monster didn’t seem like it was being controlled by any machines though…

“I’m Emil,” he introduced himself without hesitation. While the sight of the two had been strange Emil didn’t feel threatened by the girl or her monster. “And you two?” 

Oh... He was nice. Sliding down from her brother’s back, she patted his side to reassure him. Arietta felt as if she could trust him.

She hated feeling she had to hide her grief, especially when it came to her brother. He was more than that, their age difference and circumstances made him into the father figure of her life. Her only family left on the world. It was expected of her to feel grief for Luke, often people who acknowledged that pain, ignoring the loss of Van.

“It just, feels different now. I’m not a soldier, yet it’s what I was trained for.” She explained, surprised at the contact but a weak smile returned to his. The gesture meaning a lot to her. “Thank you, Guy.” She whispered. 

Green hues shifted as he only gave her a smile, looking up slightly. He couldn't grieve the loss of the man that had helped take care of him as a child as in the end, that man became his enemy. One who sought the destruction of the world. Yet he still remembered the days where they'd play together in the gardens without a care in the world.

Flynn moved to stand as well, dusting himself off even though the very gesture was a little pointless when he was covered in blood. His wounds may have healed but that did nothing for the state of his clothing and armor. Cloth was ripped and everything was splattered with blood. He would need to send for someone to bring him something else to wear… the idea made him uncomfortable but there was no way he could walk around looking like this. 

He couldn’t help cringing slightly at the nickname. “Flynn. I’d prefer if you called me Flynn.” Honestly he’d prefer if Guy would forget that he was a vampire altogether but that was obviously asking for a bit much. “Do you normally take midnight strolls and help strangers in alleys? Not to sound… ungrateful, but as you can see this isn’t the safest area.”

Maybe his actions made him a bit suspicious, however, he couldn't sleep, so he came out to clear his head. It was only by chance did he happen to cross this Vampire's path. And what a turn of events that has to lead him too. Guy sighed as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other. Despite how Flynn had held back, he still had lost some of his blood. He felt woozy.

The scent of human blood so close was a shock to his senses and sent a jolt of hunger through his body. His arms had been limp at his sides before but now they came up to grip at the stranger’s shirt, taking handfuls of fabric. Flynn hated it but this guy was right… Flynn wouldn’t make it like this. He wished he could say he hesitated more before his tongue moved to lap at the blood running down the other’s neck. The taste was rich… so much better than that of the animals he’d been utilizing since he was turned. He needed more. His fangs sunk down into the flesh before him and he drank deeply. 

The affects were almost immediately apparent. Flynn could feel his wounds healing and strength flowing back into him… He could use more but he stopped himself, pulling back with a small gasp, taking a breath he didn’t actually need.

“That… should be plenty. Thank you for your kindness.” He finally glanced over at the face of the person who had helped him and found himself startled by what he saw. He couldn’t process it through the pain and hunger before but now… it was almost like looking into a mirror. How strange…

Guy's breath hitched as the other's tongue lapped up the blood before he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment as fangs dug deep into his throat. This man... Guy gave a soft hum as he waited for the man to finish, resting his arms lazily at his side. Green hues flicking around to see if whoever or... whatever had caused these kind of injuries was still hanging around. What exactly had happened to the other? When the blond pulled away, the swordsman let out a breath, moving to put his collar back on, pausing slightly to meet the gaze of the other for a moment, smiling in a friendly manor before straightening up despite his fatigue.

"It's no problem, the names Guy. Nice to meet you, Sir Vampire." A small bow of the head before he moved to stand to his feet. 

plum’s not sorry at all on groping guy’s butt.

Lips pursed into a frown as he watched the injured blond knight, kneeling before the man who looked somewhat like himself. There was so much blood that Guy couldn’t help but worry, the desperation in the man’s blue eyes further pushed his reasoning to help. Gloved fingers moved to undo the chocker that stuck close to his throat before moving to pull the blond close, letting the knight’s face press against the warmth of his neck.

Grope

Take picture

Make them mine

Marry

The somber honesty of her words pulled at the strings of his heart as he seated himself by her side. "Don't apologize. Two very important people that you held dear disappeared that day." Tear was a lot stronger than Guy was. He still searched Eldrant for his Master whenever he could pull himself away from the life of nobility. 

only in a 'hoping he would side with them but didn't kind of way'

A pause as he looked up from his idle playings of the piano. He hardly remembered how to properly play, as it felt like a lifetime ago when he been taught as a child. Green hues flicked up as he gave a simple smile.