A Tightrope Over the Abyss

Minimally selective, med - high activity indie multimuse rp blog, penned by Sol

Blog may feature violent and sexual themes, proceed with caution

Fandoms Included: Jujutsu Kaisen, Wistoria: Wand and Sword (Potentially more to come)

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They loved him so much, they would tear down the sky if it meant he would be happy.

❝ I... ❞ Howard met Bram's eyes, holding both of his hands within their own, ❝ I want to...carry your children, Bram. Not because of my instincts, but I...really want this. I think...we would make great parents. ❞

Bram, at least, had been a father before, Lovecraft was still unsure of their own ability to be a parent. They'd spend so long apathetic to the world, sleeping in the ocean when it all grew to be too much, but not they could not bear the thought anymore. A world where they did not know Bram was not one they could live in.

❝ If I...cannot have children, then we can...adopt, ❞ Lovecraft was unsure of where to find children of both their type && Bram's but they were determined, ❝ we could...also use a surrogate, I'm sure...someone out there will do it for us. ❞

A child between an undead vampire and a god of the sea. What a beautiful creature they would be. "I would like to think I was before, with you, Howard, I know we would be wonderful. Any child would be well cared for."

Adopt? Bram looked a bit confused what that meant exactly. From the context it had something to do with taking in a child that wasn't biologically theirs? Or was there something he wasn't thinking of? The next mention is even more perplexing.

"I differ to you. I'm afraid I don't know what that all entails, but I will support your path wholeheartedly. Just let me know what I must do when that time comes." Honestly, the specifics didn't matter. A family with his mate would be a family no matter what.

︶ ꒷꒦˚ ╯˚ ࣭⚝ ⭑ ꒷꒦︶ ๋ ⊱༒︎        ❝ WHAT is wrong with people? I'm beautiful, and I smell amazing ! ❞

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦ ⊱༒︎ Amathaon would argue he was lenient towards Aluin ──ཀཀཀ especially in the younger years ──ཀཀཀ considering his disobedient behavior. Any other who would DARE act half the way Aluin did would simply PERISH in his presence──ཀཀཀ even if patience is a virtue he holds, but it is tested so easily. Thus, when the wrathful clashes against that of an attention-seeking child who would do anything for even negative attention, the titans cause damage still fully unknown.

Hence why Amathaon knows his touch is not a comforting one, even if he feels for his beautiful creation of a son, as only so much disobedience can be ignored. A melancholy look in his eyes, he does not wish to see Aluin suffer, but it is necessary && the means can justify the ends if it means more vampires && less humans... MORE POWER. What he "did" was LOVE in his eyes. Valuable lessons.

To be constantly be fighting will to will against his father's ; to have his will try to be taken from him MANY TIMES──ཀཀཀ the beautiful canto that is ALL of Bram is fought against with his chaotic tidal wave. Overwhelmed && DROWNING in heartbreak && love, he has to force air down through his painful cries. It's his nature to reject. REJECT IT ALL.

But the symphony cannot be ignored. Understanding wraps his heart even with that rebellious flame wanting to reject it all.

ᶠᶸᶜᵏ ᵧₒᵤ! ❝ It's unfair. It's all unfair. ❞ Bram's sacrifice ──ཀཀཀ devotion to kin ──ཀཀཀ loss of child... yet, UNCONDITIONAL LOVE FOR HIS PEOPLE.  ❝ It's just so unfair. Whatever - ! ˎˊ˗ Fucking fine - ! ˎˊ˗ ❞ Yelled through his sobs wiping furiously bloody eyes.

ᶠᶸᶜᵏ ᵧₒᵤ! ❝ Even if I listen to you, it doesn't mean I'll listen to him. I won't break it. ❞

"I understand."

He does. All of it. But he knows Aluin would rather burn all his progress to the ground if it meant defying his father. Knows this is how he must see his choices if he's to weave through glaring searchlight of that control.

This time when eyes find Amathaon they have softened. A brief apology and thanks all in one. He is a father just as him, he knew the pain of crying child. He could feel it even between cracks of long crafted walls.

It's a few moments longer before Bram pulls back. Using a sleeve to dab at stained cheeks.

“Don’t act like ya didn’t notice me earlier.”

For a moment, he was tempted to dump the drink over the brunette’s head, but even the thought felt excessive. He quickly shook his head. Instead, he decided to remove one of his bandages and throw it at Dazai’s face.

"Whaaaaat?" Notice him? Of course he did.

A moppy head dodged effortlessly to let the dirty rags go sailing past him. Instead stepping somehow closer so he was practically on top of his object of infection.

"I'm super happy you asked!" Dazai beamed with an excited deviousness. "I do have something to do today. You do too. I volunteered you because I know you just couldn't say no." Even though he paused it seemed like an hour passed by in a milisecond. Not allowing Chuuya to think let alone protest or disagree.

sword and shield

@kyukicho ( gremlin 🫵🏼 ) asked: “You belong to me” - Mikey 😈

Kazutora could only stare at Mikey, trying to decide if he should punch him for having the nerve to utter those words to him again after everything- after so many years or ignore him for the time being. He settled on scoffing at him, giving a little tilt of his head as he rested his hands in his pockets before pretending as if he'd heard nothing despite the dull ache in his chest.

"Yep." Mikey agreed with himself almost instantly. Moving up closer beside the older tiger. Eyes with the same pitch as the void held no mirth like the smile.

He stared. Mikey had given instructions, even if he couldn't be there in person. Ones he felt even Baji would approve of. Would he approve of anything else Mikey had done since then? Questionable.

Mikey leaned his head against Kazutora's shoulder, not letting his eyes wander from their pull on golden suns.

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦ ⊱༒︎ Bram's touch might have been sweet, but reflexes built up from years manifest as a jolt && shake when cheeks are cupped ; expecting a rough touch from everyone && anyone, as he is not so easily to trust. It takes quite a few words before he can relax && truly listen despite the instant need to DISOBEY && misbehave when confronted with serious topics. Once his father was brought into the equation, the need to do so reached critical heights despite the eldest making sense.

HIS FATHER IS EVIL ──ཀཀཀ his words cannot be trusted under any circumstance. His father might have had the choice to become a VAMPIRE──ཀཀཀ all who truly know Alucard know he would happily SCREAM to the heavens how he became something better than man to spite them ──ཀཀཀ to live FOREVER in a time where millions were dying for pointless "gods" ──ཀཀཀ to rival said gods && teach them a lesson for looking down at him && BLAH BLAH.

But Aluin was never given such a choice... unlike many others, born with a "true purpose", but one that disgusts him. SPREED. He is unable to tell if it's the Eldritch Gods' influence or his father's that demands it so loudly, but it does not matter ; it disgusts him && he refuses to become anything more monstrous. He just wants to have a regular life with some friends && yet that feels like an Impossible dream with WHAT he is. He always sees his friends as food. They will ALWAYS DIE.

                     ᶠᶸᶜᵏ ᵧₒᵤ!  ❝ We both know I can't trust a word that comes out of that fuck face's mouth, which means somehow I'm going to have to trust you when it comes to this... ❞ It's clear that his father's rage is reaching critical mass just as his need to misbehave ──ཀཀཀ the look on Alucard's face is pressuring Aluin to take it, but Alucard BITES his tongue until it bleeds ──ཀཀཀ biting it off even to only speak when spoken to.

                     ᶠᶸᶜᵏ ᵧₒᵤ! ❝ Never heard of such a thing as a benevolent dictator... ❞ More contemplation. Aluin knows he is one to get overwhelmed extremely easily ──ཀཀཀ especially when it comes to emotions ──ཀཀཀ FEAR. More hesitation. But the saying "Curiosity killed the cat" fits this bat too well, thus, he nibbles && sucks on Bram's thumb to partake in what he would call the Cult Kool-Aid.

With memories && emotions, it only takes mere seconds for the emotionally unregulated vampire to be overwhelmed && crying ; pushing Bram away && wailing from sorrow. Aluin could not bear Bram's lament ; he could barely handle his very own. Alucard stands from his seat, but he knows Aluin would only push him too likely even harder.

Dictator? Why would that have described him?

He stayed deathly still, no wish to startle what must already be an anxious moment. Yet the resulting attack to Aluin's psyche body reacts instantly. Surprise, concern, protection.

Crimson eyes immediately shoot warning daggers into Amathaon. Demanding he still. The flash almost instantaneous in its delivery. Focus already back on the youngest before click of a clock. Palms open he gave Aluin a breath of space between them. Staying down at his level.

"Aluin," gentle he speaks just loud enough to be heard over the cries. "you're here with your father and me, the song isn't now, it's not real. Listen, breathe, listen, you will understand their words, breathe, it will calm. Let it share its voice and it will share the weight of your pain."

Bram has sensed a bit in Amathaon but was not imagining a stronger reaction in his son. Was each generation a degradation of his voice? His father's song acted at odds when Bram shared his own. Dissonant chords that only worked to great even greater cacophony until one relents. Bram's would always drown the lesser infection in time, it was just taking longer with Aluin.