╬ ;; i n s a t i a b l e.

╬ ;; doru sighed lightly, biting his lip as he stood in front of one of the doors in this strange home.  he’d been so tired the first day or so of k’horii’s little game that he’d completely slept through it, and apparently he’d tried to be summoned.  that left him feeling quite awkward and guilty, so he knocked.

☀ █┆So this man does burn in the sunlight––not that Ivlis particularly doubted it, but he has quickly gathered that everyone in this backward place was very different.  Maybe this man was a different sort of vampire… if such a thing existed to begin with.  Nevertheless, he took mental notes of the other’s words and abilities; maybe it could be useful to him if he gets on this man’s good side, and maybe if he offered something in return they could be on good terms … Ivlis was still quite suspicious of this world, so having allies in this place was a good idea.

☀ █┆ Though to hear the other got frightened by his sudden appearance beforehand didn’t surprise Ivlis; he should be a bit more considerate of the others around him as if he were snuck up on he’d more than likely end up attacking someone … That’d be quite a misunderstanding. So he nodded his head in response.

❝ Apologizes for startling you, Curiosity kills the cat. ❞ But satisfaction brings it back and that was truly how Ivlis felt right now.  So the other woke up in a similar situation to him. ❝ It seems we are all in the same boat. Waking up by that hole and being hauled off to our new “home”… Have you perhaps have any of your important items taken away from you ? If you had any. ❞

╬ ;; “i had no important items in the first place,” doru admits.  “the closest thing i can say is this tabard, but i am wearing it, as you can see.” he shows it to the young man.  it’s a tattered thing, but the jagged sun on it is still bright gold and even has a slight sheen.  “it is a tabard of the morning lord––my father was a priest dedicated to him, and he raised me to be the same way.  is it not ironic?  a vampire spawn dedicated to a sun god who he cannot be in the presence of, lest he die!” he can’t help but laugh a little at his situation.  “oh... it is pitiful.”

Devon doesn’t actually know where the vampire spawn’s staying, but he can guess by the window he crawled into, and soon there’s a knock on Doru’s door. He feels a duty to try and comfort the only person so far he’s met from his world…and he doesn’t want to be alone with his own frustration, anyway.

“Hey, can I come in?”

╬ ;; doru flinches when he hears the quiet knocks upon his door, but he skitters across the ceiling to lean down and open the door.  he recognizes devon’s voice––he knows this man, he wants him near.

COLORFUL HEADCANONS! || accepting.

frost blue. || does your muse enjoy the snow and cold? or are they the type to enjoy summer more?

doru prefers summer evenings, but he appreciates the winter’s short days.  he doesn’t mind cold or warm too much now that he’s undead, but late spring to early summer is his favorite time of year.

champagne. || does your muse drink (alcohol)? are they a heavy drinker, if so?

doru used to drink a little, and he prefers wine over other alcohols, though he wouldn’t hate rum if he tried it.  since he’s undead, it’s a lot harder for him to get drunk.

acacia. || how much does it take for your muse to hate someone?

HOW TO CARE FOR YOUR DORU. || accepting!

HOW TO CARE FOR YOUR DORU. || accepting!

( send me a copic color for a headcanon )

frost blue: does your muse enjoy the snow and cold? or are they the type to enjoy summer more?

peacock blue: is your muse honest? what sorts of lies do they tell, if not?

lapis lazuli: does your muse prefer the idea of exploring the depths of the oceans, or the boundless expanses of space more?

reddish brass: how likely is your muse to step up and take the role of a leader? are they willing to take the challenge, or are they more apt to being a follower?

burnt umber: how stable is your muse, mentally and/or emotionally?

champagne: does your muse drink (alcohol)? are they a heavy drinker, if so?

tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?

malachite: has your muse ever done anything that they winded up feeling incredibly guilty for in the end?

olive: is your muse prone to feeling envious of others? if yes, what is it that they typically feel envious over?

vermillion: is your muse courageous, or would they consider themselves to be more of a coward?

coral: what is your muse's romantic and sexual orientations?

bougainvillaea: would your muse consider themselves as blunt, or do they beat around the bush instead?

currant: what's something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, ect)?

crimson: how passionate is your muse about the things they love most?

raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?

baby blossoms: does your muse have a favorite scent? what is it, and why?

mallow: what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?

aubergine: does your muse prefer the day, or are they more of a night-owl?

acacia: how much does it take for your muse to hate someone?

cadmium yellow: what subjects or topics does your muse avoid, because they bring up harmful / painful memories?

honey: when your muse loves someone (whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial love), how do they show it?

chartreuse: if you had to describe your muse with a color, what color would it be and why?

anise: when it comes to self-care, what does your muse do to take care of themselves? do they take care to spend time on it, or do they feel they don't deserve it?

new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?

moss: how easily does your muse adapt to any new situations they're thrust into?

silk: does your muse care about appearances much? do they spend a lot of time on their own appearance, or do they just go with the flow each day?

sanguine: does your muse typically have an optimistic, pessimistic, or some middle ground outlook on life?

atoll: if your muse could go anywhere, without any restrictions whatsoever, where would they go? why would they go there?

cool grey: if your muse could ensure one thing for certain in their future to come, what would it be?

She catches that, the low tone of desperation and the wide eyes. Electing to play on, Requiem bobs her head and moves slowly, trying to keep herself in pace with the song itself. It works well enough, and though the piece is not one she is too familiar with, she’s quite capable of making it work. 

However, when it ends, she catches sight of tears, and despite her own aloofness, her heart twists up just a little bit. So, Requiem drops a sigh from her lips and tilts her head at the stranger.

“What ails you, dear?” The words are careful, chosen with absolute care. “Homesick?”