RAPTURE

PLEASE FOLLOW ME @numinousdread​ TO REQUEST AN RP.

Leonel is a vileblood chevalier from the Bloodborne universe, he was the only son of a notable family with centuries old ties to the royal family - enough they were considered Shields to the Queen, as was to be his role once upon a time

he has had an unfortunately prolonged life, having consumed the blood

he was not present when the massacre of cainhurst took place, instead he was in hemwick “visiting” some local peasantry ( overseeing bodies being towed out to mensis)

his past involved a man of the healing church (either was choir or became mensis cult mmbr) who used Leonel’s position in the cainhurst court to sell information to executioners

the loss and rage towards the church has slowly made him crazed with bloodlust

now he haunts the paths from hemlock to the forbidden wood, not quite venturing too deep into yharnam itself except for the rare occasion...

he has always had a dream, since he was a boy, that a wolf was bound to devour him (later, he is killed by a wolf-like beast in the woods)

he speaks in a low, deep tone with a foreign accent

   He could not see the grin, but instead, felt it reverberate through Leonel’s words. To others, this would disturb them. The Beggar? He was far long gone. He cracked a toothy grin of his own. Two rows of yellowed, cracked, and jagged teeth flashed back at the other, not a care in the world. When he spoke, there was a gutteral note. “Monstrosity, eh? Yeah, yeah… that’s how I like it… why’s I think he should hang less around you and around more of me.” 

       𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 a nuisance. Incorrigible ? So it would seem. Indecent ? By appearance, certainly. Insane ? Most definitely . 

Leonel kicked as a stray pebble, the sound skittering across the woods’s overgrown path and into a nearby bush. He did it only to watch and see if this Beggar’s attention would be pulled momentarily towards it or if his ears would twitch in its direction like some sort of dog. 

@vilestblood​  said: “ Do you have any plans for the night? “ ((for Leo 😳))

      𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 loosened to reveal a creamy chest delving into a waist corset beneath, Leonel was lounging comfortably against the chaise lounge in his quarters when the question came. Closing the book in his hand ( which looked vaguely more like a pamphlet from one of those Mensis students outside of Cainhurst ), he lowered his chin and tossed his wild curls over his shoulder. 

@cainhrsts​​​ said: “My mother says my heart is not a fountain, but a deep and never ending well. Whatever do you think she meant by that?”

“Hm. Perhaps that someone shall, one day, fall into it… and die.” 

Deadpan serious. This bout of misplaced stoicism lasts but a moment — he chuckles then. Rather than malice, Antonín merely harbours a playful teasing intent, smiling whilst waving the idea off.  “I jest…”  A dramatic pause. More mischief. “Although I would not discard the possibility entirely.” 

Yet, all dry humour aside, he does intend to provide an answer.

“I would guess she means that you should not so easily offer the metaphorical water of your affection, in the manner of an open fountain. A fountain is, too, a shallow reservoir; the opposite of a deep well. Instead, others should strive to obtain this precious water from the truer depths of your heart.”

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 with an equally deadpan expression, his eyes flicking over to look at him a long, silent moment.

“   ... You think so ?   ”

Then Antonin chuckles and Leo’s mouth curves into its familiar smugness, closing his eys as he reclines into his plush armchair. Ah, the comfort of a good and humorous friend. Well, good as in loyal as far as these two go.

Still, he doesn’t expect the genuine answer that follows, and finds his mind spiraling into the intricate damask patterns adorning the chambers as he hears them. As much as his young and still tender heart longs for such words to hold meaning to him, Leonel simply does not believe it. Another beat of silence passes before Leonel sighs and opens his eyes, stretching his legs and fixing the tights drawn up into the hem of his trousers beneath his knees. “  You make it sound entirely romantic .  ”

@vilestblood​ said: “It’s really beautiful... elegant. I know you’d like it.”

@vilestblood​ said:  ❛  how long have you been standing there ?  ❜

       𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐃 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃 a heavy sigh, moving his lace draped wrist from where it had wedged itself a shelf into his hip. His cloak as doing him no favors in this heavy snowfall, and his heels were certainly soaked with how long he had been waiting by the large iron gate. 

vilestblood asked: "My dear Leonel... what would I do without you? Surrounded by such bland and ignorant people." ((i swear they're all cringe bro))

bloodthrrsty asked: hey yOU ASSHAT!!