“𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚎! 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑.”

“𝚈𝚎𝚜.”

“𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚔𝚢. 𝚆𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜!” “𝚅𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗!”

“𝚈𝚎𝚜.”

“𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗? 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚎? 𝚅𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗?”

❛   you   have   a   little   sister   ??   ❜ 

at   that   ,   cassius   perks   up   a   bit.   he   remembers   his   own   sisters   fondly   ,   victoria   &   dorothea   &   their   endless   energy   ,   celeste   &   her   infinite   kindness   .   he   wonders   what   angelo   might   think   of   them   ,   what   they   might've   thought   of   him.   celeste   would've   certainly   liked   him   ,   she   got   along   with   just   about   everyone   ,   it   seemed.

❛   i   had   three.   but   …   your   mother   sounds   like   mine.   she   always   took   better   care   of   us   than   my   father   did   ,   but   he   was   a   bastard   so   the   bar   wasn't   very   high.   ❜

something   about   the   way   angelo   hesitates   when   mentioning   his   father   makes   cassius   pause.   he   doesn't   necessarily   want   to   press   the   issue   ,   in   case   angelo's   father   is   anything   like   his   own   was.   but   he's   curious   ,   &   speaks   gently   when   he   does. 

❛   your   father   …   would   you   say   he's   a   good   man   ??   ❜

Gently , the blonde smiled at the question of his younger sister . “ Yes . Clara would adore you , you know ? She simply loves meeting so many new people . No matter who they are , she always wishes to meet them . You would be no different . ”

Angelo’s grin only grew at the mention of having so many siblings . What a large family to have , and it must have been so delightful to experience . He wished his family was so large , but he would cherish the one that he has been given , as he wouldn’t trade them for anything . 

“ I am sorry to hear about your father … I wish there was something I could do . You deserve better than to be treated poorly by someone you should look up to .  ”

Now , they were back on the topic of his own father . One that he wasn’t so sure they should share . If Cassius could be open regarding his family , it was only polite that Angelo do the same … but what if he did and he scared him off ? Would he leave over such a thing ? 

Slowly , Angelo lowered his hazel eyes from Cassius then looked out ahead of them . 

“ I . .  .I would say that he is a good man , and that he believes what he is doing is right . I would say that he- … The he has harmed a few , while thinking that his intentions are pure … ”

Angelo’s eyes eventually make their way back to Cassius’ . He cannot hide what he is feeling inside , though he does try . 

❛ i doubt he's ever killed a real vampire in that case. we're a difficult breed to snuff out. ❜

not that cassius had ever met another vampire before , & certainly not around here. he'd have been surely found out were any vampires near him , & this time he may not be so lucky .

❛ but i'll be satisfied knowing he doesn't hurt you or your family. and ... i'm sure my sisters would've loved you. celeste especially , i think. she always loved meeting people. ❜

carefully , cassius' hand reaches out to cup angelo's cheek gently , thumb brushing over his skin.

@sanguineate​ sent ~

‘what are your parents like ??’  it’s a loaded question to some, but cassius has never truly been good at interacting with others.  being over a thousand years old tended to do that.  ‘i want to know what your family’s like.’  a pause.  ‘if that’s alright.’

Angelo looked at Cassius , trying to think about how he was going to answer that question . How do you tell your VAMPIRE boyfriend that your dad is … Well , obsessed with hunting vampires ? This was certainly a loaded question , but he needed to figure out how to answer it without scaring Cassius away . 

So , the blonde decided to start simple . 

“ W-Well … My mother is very nice , sweet even . Such a kind heart . She bakes some of the most amazing pies ! She adores reading and meeting new people , she’s always excited to hear when I have made a new friend or picked up a new book from the library . And my little sister , Clara . She likes to explore , which  Mama does not necessarily like . She likes to climb trees , too . I would like to argue that she is sweeter than I am .”

Angelo smiled at the thought of his little sister , though it did start to fade . He fiddled with the cuffs of his shirt while his hazel eyes looked at his love . “ A-And Papa … Papa likes … He likes to hunt . He likes Mama’s cooking , and always makes sure to provide for us .”

So , it wasn’t a complete lie … but he didn’t go into the full truth . Would Cass { w a n t } the full truth ? 

at   that   ,   cassius   perks   up   a   bit.   he   remembers   his   own   sisters   fondly   ,   victoria   &   dorothea   &   their   endless   energy   ,   celeste   &   her   infinite   kindness   .   he   wonders   what   angelo   might   think   of   them   ,   what   they   might've   thought   of   him.   celeste   would've   certainly   liked   him   ,   she   got   along   with   just   about   everyone   ,   it   seemed.

❛   i   had   three.   but   ...   your   mother   sounds   like   mine.   she   always   took   better   care   of   us   than   my   father   did   ,   but   he   was   a   bastard   so   the   bar   wasn't   very   high.   ❜

something   about   the   way   angelo   hesitates   when   mentioning   his   father   makes   cassius   pause.   he   doesn't   necessarily   want   to   press   the   issue   ,   in   case   angelo's   father   is   anything   like   his   own   was.   but   he's   curious   ,   &   speaks   gently   when   he   does. 

does your muse trust their instincts? 

what is an action your muse regrets NOT taking? 

would your muse risk themselves to save another?

would your muse kill someone if it meant saving another life?

could your muse cut ties with a loved one for the greater good?

would your muse be able to survive alone, in the wild, for a week? 

what does your muse consider their comfort zone, ie. safest place? 

if your muse became immortal, would they view it as a blessing or curse?

what does your muse consider the greatest challenge they’ve overcome? 

what does your muse consider the challenge they could never overcome?

does your muse see themselves as a pessimist or optimist? somewhere in between? 

does your muse believe in the idea of an afterlife? what does their ideal version look like?  

ANIME: Violet Evergarden

the   laugh   that   leaves   cassius   is   bitter   as   he   shakes   his   head.   the   only   one   who'd   ever   seen   him   that   way   was   dead   ,   by   cassius'   own   hand   no   less.   one   minute   he   was   fine   ,   the   next   …

no   ,   he   thinks.   that's   no   memory   to   trouble   noctis   with. 

❛   if   i   were   half   as   good   as   you   think   i   am   ,   noctis   ,   that   is   only   the   image   i   want   you   to   see.   ❜ 

that's   not   exactly   true   ,   but   he   places   a   hand   over   noctis'   on   his   shoulder   nonetheless.

  ❛   it's   been   a   long   time   …   since   someone   said   something   like   that   about   me.   you're   so   kind   ,   and   i   don't   deserve   that.   ❜ 

a   sad   smile   crosses   his   face   ,   because   no   matter   what   noctis   says   ,   he   will   always   be   a   monster   ,   a   murderer   . 

❛   if   you   knew   what   i   truly   was   ,   you   wouldn't   be   so   kind   to   me.   ❜

● – || Maybe that was what Noctis didn’t understand at the end of the day . Why Cassius saw himself as this horrible , ugly MONSTER when Noctis saw him as anything but . He couldn’t see a monster . Nor could he wrap his mind around how he could possibly ever [ [ b e ] ] one . The Cass he knew was kind , warm , poetic , pleasant . . . He was someone he couldn’t imagine not keeping around for a long while . 

So , who was this Cass that the other was talking about . . .?

“ Why do you think that you’re not how I see you . . .?  ”

That was how Noctis was for everyone . He made his decisions based on the character he knew you were deep down , not based on what others thought . Rumors were rumors , but the reality is whoever you are deep down is who you are . In Cass’ case , he was a kind person who could do no wrong . 

“ Everyone deserves kindness . . . ” Noctis started , looking over at Cass. Slowly , his expression shifted to that of [ [ c u r i o s i t y ] ] . What did he mean by that ? What could he be that would make Noctis not say the same levels of kind things about him . . . ?

“ You can’t make a judgement for me . . .  Even if you showed me who you are -- who you [ [ t r u l y ] ] are -- I won’t be afraid of you . ”

Noctis took note of the little smile , but he didn’t let his gaze falter from Cassius’ .

his   face   falls   somewhat   ,   almost   ashamed   to   only   now   be   revealing   the   truth   of   his   existence   to   noctis.   he   was   a   cold-blooded   killer   ,   had   ended   the   life   of   the   man   he   claimed   to   love   due   to   a   hunger   he   could   not   control.

he   could   kill   noctis   in   an   instant   &   no   one   could   stop   him.

❛   i'm   a   monster.   i've   killed   more   people   than   i   can   count   because   my   self-control   lapsed   for   a   second.   i've   ...   even   killed   people   i   loved   ,   whom   i   never   wished   to   hurt.   ❜

a   bright   smile   flashes   to   the   front   of   his   mind   ,   &   cassius   wants   to   cry.   noctis   must   understand   that   he's   not   safe   around   cassius   ,   he   never   truly   will   be.