Essentia

The shuffling of dragged feet caught the young man's attention, his sharp gaze peering into the shadows in an attempt to discern the approaching figure. He half expected a drunk to stumble out of the darkness, so when the woman stepped out into the light of the street lamps, coated in deep crimson and covered in gashes, the shock wasn't even concealed on his face. Narrowed eyes shot open, the alarm on full display. An instinctive stride towards her would close the distance, just in time to prevent her from hitting the ground—the vampire instead falling against him.

"Chyou?! What...?" A gasp slipped out between his lips as he spoke. Snapping himself out of the initial shock, his eyes sharpened into a glare, gaze darting in the direction she had came. Entering a defensive stance, one hand reached for a dagger, while the other held onto the woman in his arms. After several seconds of tense silence, heart pounding in anticipation of an oncoming attack, the human hesitantly heaved out an exhale.

Turning his gaze downward to the injured vampire, he would survey the damages. Several lacerations, some quite deep. From the looks of it, the blood was all hers. The male wondered briefly what had happened to her, and how far she had walked in this condition. It was a surprise she even found him, let alone maintained consciousness long enough for the feat.

Bright blue eyes would drift downward at the sound of the woman's voice. Gazes meeting in a neutral fashion, the human frowned softly. Well, yes, he did. As for the reason why however, that was a bit more personal than he was willing to share.

Gaze averting to the side, he'd give her a dismissive shrug in response. "A higher vantage point is a strategic boon." He began, donning a dispassionate tone. "For example, you can see farther." With the way he stopped, it felt like he had more to say on the matter, but only silence would come.

            “Our stories are, in essence, the proof of our existence.”

The world is what we make of it, and the ability to create—to bring forth all manner of wondrous things into existence—to turn ideas into reality, is the highest of powers.

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Brought into existence by Chrysxa.

                                      “We endeavor to record,          to write down our experiences—our soon-to-be memories,                       to etch our being into reality. So as to say…”

                                “ ‘We were here. We existed.’ ”

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“No,” he grumbled, sinking further into his blanket to avoid prying eyes. He could feel her stare even through the fabric.

“Well, maybe there is.”

He took deep sigh.

“I am. Sometimes you just need the weight of a blanket on you, instead of the weight of the world.”

Peeking out, he gave her a soft smile.

“And it’s comfortable.”

‘No?’ So there isn’t a person under there...? She thought, head tilting to the side, a confused expression on her face for a moment, until the blanket-dweller spoke up again, to which she blinked, the confusion dispelling on her features.

“Oh! I think I’ve heard of those! Weighted blankets!” Her hands clasp together in a mismatched clap as a smile spread across her face. “I’ve never used one myself. Is it kind of like a hug?” She leans down a bit, looking at the man’s face that had revealed to give her a soft smile of his own.

It's been pretty quiet between us this year, but i'm hoping that going into the new year that can change. I'd love to be able to write with you again and everything in between going forward. And I thank you for your supportive words you sent over the last few months too. They mean a lot <3

Here's to talking more going into 2023!

Hello, hello to you as well!

It really has been pretty quiet! Sorry about that on my end! 2022 was hell for a bit there, especially during the summer! That and anxiety! But I too hope we can get to talk more this year! Likewise, I would be really happy to write with you too, Shadow! You're welcome in my DMs any time! And no problem! Compassion enriches life, it's that aspect of humanity that makes it beautiful and worth it. Positivity should be more common, things that lift us up, not beat us down! If ever you need someone to talk to I'd be happy to lend an ear to listen!

A bit late, but I hope everyone had a good new year. Hopefully 2023 will be a much better year. The future looks bright. I'm looking forward, even with a bit of fear. Life moves on, no? Nothing stays the same forever. So with that in mind, I'll stride forward. For the sake of myself and those that care about me, I hope I can continue to progress in life, and make those people proud.

With that out of the way, consider this a small announcement of sorts. This year I'm planning to change some things on my blog. Namely the theme. I've been using the same theme since...2015? That's a long ass time. So with the looming switch to the beta editor, I think it's time for an update. I'll probably also finish coding my muse profiles while I'm at it. Hopefully make them a bit better. I also kind of forgot about making a mobile friendly directory. Might look into some different ways to accomplish that, see which is the least clunky.

I also want to get back into writing my stories. I've been in a slump for a while with all the crises that demanded my attention last year. But with any luck the dark clouds have cleared to give way to the sun.

I hope to reach out to more of my mutuals and get threads going on a regular basis here again. I hope that I can make some new friends this year as well, and that we may get the chance to craft wondrous stories together.

She’d been keeping away, much like he said but… there was a bit of shuffling and Chyou would poke her head up, over the edge of the roof, spotting the male. At least the side she came up was one of the lesser busier streets and pathways but— she was clinging like a cat climbing a tall bed.

“T-there you are!”

Lifting herself up and over she let out a soft ‘oof’ when her knees hit the solid roof.

“I’ve been looking for you Vanitas!” She was wearing the eyepatch he’d gotten her, the one visible eye shining.

At the disturbance, a glance swiftly shot in the direction of the sound. So quick was it, that the split second glimpse of Chyou’s head poking up over the ledge wouldn’t register before his gaze shifted away from her direction, his mind having initially dismissed the clamour as nothing more than a stray cat.

So a moment later when his brain had registered what his eyes had seen, his head would whip around, a startled expression on his face as his focus fell upon her.

“Y-you...!” The flicker of anger on his features was missed by the other due not only to her own awkward motions to pull herself to safety from slipping and falling back down to the street below, but due to the human swiftly spinning around and rushing over to the vampire.

As he stopped in front of the woman, the irritation on his face was pronounced. What was she doing here? He had drilled it into her head how it was dangerous for them to be seen together. Well, more so for him than for her. How was he supposed to explain this...anomaly than not even he understood? He couldn’t just let her freely prance about Paris. But with the current arrangements...if a certain noisy vampire, or a certain nosy dhampir discovered he had been...—Ahh, this woman’s whole existence spelled nothing but trouble for him. Both now, and in the future.

As she regained her bearings and began to straighten herself out, he noticed that she was wearing the eyepatch he had given her to conceal her anomalous eye. At that realization, the tension he held was released with a silent sigh.

Traces of irritation lingered in his features—brows faintly furrowed, eyes slightly narrowed—subtle signs of his immediate reaction to her finding herself here. Whether the other would pick up on these minuscule tells was yet to be seen.

► ◣🔫◥ || A slight flinch from the Dhampir as he noticed how icy the demeanor that the other man had held. It does not matter how often they have met so far - this was not something that Dante can truly fully get used to. No matter how often they have encountered each other, Dante still could not truly understand why Vanitas would make himself so unapproachable yet so quick to step into other people’s personal spaces.

Noticing the payment being handed over to him, Dante simply grabbed it with slight grumpiness behind his actions. Securing the payment into his pocket, the orange haired male glared at the Blue Moon Kin.

Another job, he says? Dante quickly glanced back down to his secured pocket of the payment to notice that it was more than the usual. Great - Vanitas had to drag him along this time. What the job going to be? The other dhampirs are not going to be amused about this prolonged absence that Dante is going to take.

“What’s da job?”

Extra security? Now that has Dante worried about what the other man was planning to do with the information he had gathered so carefully. The nervousness was concealed by how Dante placed a mask over his expression. Much more so when he noticed that familiar expression on Vanitas’ face.

“Ya, I can do it. Just lead the way.”

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If the dhampir’s grumpiness was noted by the human, it wouldn’t reflect through a shift in his expression. Instead he maintained that forcefully detached apathy of his as he watched the other pocket the payment with a glare.

“The last target managed to land a blow and stun me long enough that they were able to escape. I don’t imagine the citizens of Paris will be too pleased if more of them fall victim to a rampaging vampire.” He stated it so callously that it could have been taken as a threat. In fact, Dante wasn’t privy to the specifics of what exactly Vanitas was doing when he found these ‘targets’. Well...no piles of ash had been conspicuously found in their last known locations, so they were still alive...right?

“So I’m trying to track them down again. Was there any other information you had or were able to dig up? Or any new vampire sightings in the vicinity of Folie-Méricourt?” Dante’s mask would serve its purpose and conceal his worries from the other. Blue eyes drifted away from the informant, scanning the pain’s surroundings, checking for potential onlookers and eavesdroppers. Seeing no one around, the Blue Moon’s kin would turn those unnaturally bright blue eyes towards Dante.