#belleteyne

             ❝          warmed up    ??    mind telling me why those    HUMANS    were out for you or do you plan to not tell me a word.          ❞      

               >> 🐈 <<                    ❝        I KNOW YOU WON’T LISTEN    .  .    as i barely follow my own advice but   .  .   you must be more careful.        ❞          a sigh leaves ruby red lips as the feline witcher    sews   shut a wound ‘pon yennefer of vengerburg’s shoulder.   it had been gaping wide the moment they’d found her.   it was an ugly thing but   .  .   all was well now as they focused on it    -----------    pressing a    chaste kiss    to her neck.

@belleteyne​ asked: nanny you and dracula need therapy

“It’s Nandor.” Was she going to start with this as well? her of all people? really? -- “Therapy? who the fuck needs therapy? What I need him is gone. You know dead. I would do it, but... I can’t, you know, vampires can’t kill vampires, but technically... I guess I’m not killing him if I sent someone there to kill him. You know, like one of those amazing vampire hunters. It wouldn’t count as me killing him, right?” The idea of doing this had been always in his mind. It would be quite amazing if this creature stopped existing.

@belleteyne​  plotted .

sitting upright within tight corset,   rette gave close attention to her governess.   she was the only one of her four siblings that had to learn all of this information in such a short time.   the others were young enough that they could take a year or so to truly let it soak into their brains and gain experience.   no,   her brain was crammed full of terms,  ways to do everything according to etiquette,   and more proper speech than she learned in ireland.   it was a home in the countryside that she came from and thus,   had relearn most of the english language  . . .  as well as train herself not to switch to gaelic when speaking with her siblings as it was deemed rude.   

❛     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄   such   a   dangerous   place.      ❜      

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 It didn’t hurt. He barely felt it. Pain was something of a stranger these days, only visiting in the presence of fire or silver. But regardless, he still uttered that one syllable that mortals used- quite uselessly- when they hurt themselves.

   “Ow.” Dracula did little more than raise an eyebrow at her, an adult judging a child. “Something on your mind?”

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“Awfully eager to be sending me off for carnage, my lady.” The wild mage tutted as he rested his hand to his hip. For a man who held no allegiances, he stood himself proudly-would appear quite at home at any royal court as well as he did, out here in the mountains. 

“From what I recall, that seems more up your alley now, doesn’t it? Slitting throats is so barbaric, after all.”