#avaloness

Dio when Angela comes back to the city

☩ | Shadows grew as the sun began setting, orange transitioning to pink, purple and blue over the course of minutes. Wraiths beneath screeched as if to welcome to night in which they reigned supreme. But the messengers of death were not the only ones that called the dark of the night their home. Standing at the edge of a roof, the Dragon overlooked their massacres.

His coat fluttered in the cold winds, reds gleamed as the darkness set in. Next to him, a deceptively normal statue came to life. The moment he noticed her while travelling the city’s higher places he decided to wait for the twilight in case a stray wraith made its way up here. Luckily all had been busy with other groups fighting below during her stonesleep and the wait had been a silent one without disturbances. Now he turned back to face his old acquaintance.

             “LONG TIME NO SEE ANGELA. YOU PICKED A GOOD SPOT  BUT I WOULDN’T STAY HERE. CAN YOU FIGHT WITH A WEAPON? OR MAGIC?”

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          “A poet, hm?” Many things were like poetry to him, some dealing with how blood splattered on a clean tiled floor, or an undying rose bush standing in the pale moonlight. He’d read many poetry books in his youth, some were tiresome of course. Dio simply smiled.

the cold had come. with the night a chill did it bring, but not like that of his cage-- those halls of stone etched into memory, he had walked them for so long. this was different, the breeze much too soft a touch along his naked skin to be what he knew. it was a stranger to him, yet treated him like a friend, tousling his mane on its way past. with the faintest shiver, his eyes drifted skyward. wonder found him again, as he’d never seen the stars so free before. there were so many of them...

in the absence of thought, he hadn’t noticed another, only catching sight of a silhouette just past the tree he’d settled beneath when his gaze came back down to earth. 

it tickled his nerves, urging him first to lean away. when it hadn’t moved, he drifted forward once more to peek at the shadow, the moonlight scarcely glazing their features. he was reluctant to pursue an unknown, but he slowly got to his feet nonetheless, hand braced against the tree while he rounded it.

a closer look told him his company was carved of stone. crouching to better level with the statue, curiosity soon pleaded he reach forward, although gingerly-- 

                                                       CRACK!

☩ |  "YOU THERE. DO YOU KNOW WHERE THIS CITY IS?”

Unbashed, he approached someone waiting in the midst of the night at a train station. Someone who bore a striking semblance to the vampire knights of his own legion. Brows crinkled once he inspected this person closer and though he didn’t know what exactly, this wasn’t one of the castle’s inhabitants after all.