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“Do you even realize how stupid that was?”

“What was the point of that?”

“I love you so much that it actually hurts.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“I hate you so much.”

“I wish you died.”

“You’re eyes are so pretty.”

“Move and I kill them.”

“Why won’t you love me?”

“Please, just let me go.”

“Don’t you remember?”

“I know you’re about to get married, but I’m in love with you.”

“Can I hold your hand?”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You wear that a lot.”

“Kiss me, you coward!”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“I’ve never felt this way before and I’m not sure I like it.”

“I won’t let you go.”

“This is for your own good.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t touch me!”

“Is this really love?”

“I know you’re in love with me!”

“Admit it or this sword will cut through you like butter.”

“Did you ever really love me?”

“Why would you say that we’re dating?”

“I just wish you’d smile.”

“Who hurt you?”

“Get in there!”

“Say you need me.”

“I didn’t think you could get any less appealing.”

“I finally feel alive.”

“Wait, we aren’t dating?”

“There’s ‘too much’ and then there’s you.”

“Don’t you wish things were different?”

“That was a proposal.”

“If you’re going to die, you need to know that I love you!”

“I’m not dying, I’m fine.”

“Stop overreacting.”

“Why do you have to tell me you’re in love with me all the time? You know I don’t like you and I know that you’re just joking.”

“I’m not joking. I’m serious.”

“I feel like I’m alive…”

“Can I touch you?”

“Wait, you’re not drunk?”

“Will you-... Oh… Um, this is harder than I thought… Would you… Will you… be my wife?”

“Seeing you here, under the moonlight, makes me fall in love with you all over again.”

“I wish you could meet my family…”

“I never meant to fall in love with you…”

“I look great even with a broken nose!”

“You-... You still wear that?” 

“I’m not crying!”

“But, I don’t even know who you are?”

“It’s always the same thing with you!”

“We aren’t even friends!”

“But, I hate you…?”

“Don’t you mean that you’re in love with me?”

“What happened?”

“Where did you get that?”

“What are you reading?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I’m dying.”

“Will you… Dance with me?”

“Did you just propose to me?”

“Wow, you’re beautiful.”

“I’ve never noticed how beautiful your eyes are.”

“I’m only at home when I’m with you.”

“I just want to hold you.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ll just kiss you until you feel better, then.”

“That’s my shirt.”

“Would you like to wear my jacket?”

“I like your scent.”

“That’s not even fair!”

“Yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe I would.”

“Are you serious this time?”

“It was never a joke.”

“You’re bleeding!”

“How do you not realize that I’m in love with you?”

“Hold your breath.”

“Close your eyes and do not open them no matter what.”

“You’re my soulmate?”

"Did you buy me… lingerie?”

"If they find out, I’ll kill myself and then you.”

“You want to go trick-or-treating? Seriously?”

“You’re such a child.”

“I need a drink.”

“I need you.”

“All I want is you, that’s all I will ever want.”

“What did you wish for?”

“I wished for you to love me back, but we all know that will never happen.”

“Whoa! When did you get hot?”

“You’re going to make us late!”

“I will not go out with you dressed like that!”

“I wish I could relate but only a dumbass like you could do this.”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m in love with you!”

“You’re making it hard for me to hate you.”

“If I hate you then why do I want to kiss you every time I see you?”

“Tell me this when your sober.”

“Why don’t you listen to me?”

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Wings:

Lupin: Lupin would find it fascinating at first, he would ask her question after question about her species and her wings and everything about her. Farther down the line, the wings would just become a nuisance, hitting him in the face when he slept with her and making it hard for her to lay on her back, it of course drives his lover insane as well , but she’s less bothered by them from having them for so long.

Van Helsing: Van would find it strange and would constantly be asking her strange questions about herself, like if her wings were strong enough to support her, as she never used them, or if they could shield her from harm, or if they could be used as a weapon. She usually answers his dumb questions casually and finds it cute when he gets curious about it.

Saint-Germain: Saint acts as if it’s completely normal, seeing as he has lived for centuries and has seen quite a lot of strange things, this was something almost on the level of normal to him. He does find the wings interesting, sometimes, he likes to feel them just to see how different they were. The abnormal thing about them to him was how soft they were. He also liked the feathers to put on his hat.

Victor: Victor is incredibly intrigued by his lover, he likes to do simple experiments with her, that she gladly agrees to. He loves her wings the most and he’s asked her simple questions, like how she dresses herself with such large wings to insane questions that don’t make sense to anybody but him. He likes to watch how she does normal everyday things, like cleaning or just walking through doorways, almost anything she does has to be done a little differently to keep from breaking things with her wings.

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Art:

Lupin: Lupin would personally be shocked at how fantastic she is at drawing such a realistic portrait of him. ‘How did you even do this? You couldn’t have done it while looking at me, I’ve never even seen you drawing before!’ he rambles once he catches her in the process of finishing it up, just putting the finishing touches on his clothing. She just smiles faintly at him for a second before turning back to her work with a red face as she tells him that she did it from memory, leaving Lupin in awe.

Van Helsing: Van has noticed his lover drawing before, he’s never really paid any attention to it as he’s usually busy when she’s off doing it. It was one random night that Van had off from his bodyguard duties when she climbed into bed with a small stack of papers in her hands, nervously asking him if he wants to read what she’s been working on. Van nods and takes her papers in hand and the cover alone causes his jaw to drop to the floor. It’s a manga of the pair of them on the cover in a beautiful style. ‘It’s an anniversary gift because I love you and don’t have any money to buy you a gift…’ she explains kindly which just about moves Van to tears.

Saint-Germain: Saint is a big art collector as everybody knows and when he finds her painting, his interest is peaked. He interrupts her putting the finishing touches on it and find that it’s a wonderful portrait of him. It’s quite large as well and must have taken her a long time. He asks her just how long it had taken her and she only replies with ‘a while’, leaving him shocked at how casual she is with such wonderful artwork.

Victor: Victor is very surprised when he notices a beautifully colored drawing of himself and his lover on the coffee table in the living room. He notices it was done using oil pastels. When his lover enters the room he asks where she got it to be met with a shy response and red cheeks as she admits that she did it. ‘You did this? Why did you never say you could draw?’ she gets embarrassed and wraps her arms around his waist. ‘It was supposed to be a surprise,” she whispers in his ear and kisses his neck. The smile on his face tells her that he was surprised anyway.

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Cold Looks:

Lupin: Lupin set a goal for himself to make her smile from the day that they met and he has yet to succeed in that. She always looks so cold, even when she says that she’s happy. He has no idea how to make her smile, that’s all that he wants to do, he wants to see that smile of hers because he knows it will be absolutely stunning. He is persistent and finally gets her to smile when he’s least expecting to. They lay on her bed together late one night and he tells her how much he loves her and takes her hand. Her cheeks flush and he catches the corners of her mouth flickering upward just before she looks away. His heart melts at the short few seconds he got to see her beautiful partial smile.

Van Helsing: Van always feels like he isn’t doing right for his love with her face of stone, a permanent look of discontent upon it. She’s told him before that she struggles to show her feelings and that it’s not because she’s unhappy that she frowns all the time. He’s done all he could think to do to make her smile and yet she always looks so bored. Her eyes deny her facial expression, they always tell him how she truly feels, but a smile once and a while would make his heart burst. He manages to get a smile out of her when he gives her a promise ring. It was very out of character for him and yet it felt right, a promise to the girl he loves. He gives it to her on their two year anniversary while walking home from dinner. The smile that crosses her features makes his knees weak. He’s so glad that it’s just the two of them, he was sure that anybody that witnessed it would fall madly in love with her as well.

Saint-Germain: Saint definitely doesn’t like that he’s never seen the lady he loves smile. It just doesn’t sit well with him, he tries to find a way strategically to make her smile. It obviously doesn’t work, yet she does find it slightly amusing how hard he tries. He’s so absorbed in the idea that logic can make her smile that he can’t see that it would be simple to make her smile if he really truly tried. He finally gets that moment he had been waiting for and more when himself and Van Helsing are training together in the garden. He’s so distracted and in the moment that he doesn’t notice how close to the flowerbeds he had gotten and ends up toppling over into the bushes. The loud, happy laughter of his lover rings out in the darkness which causes both him and Van to whip in her direction. Saint feels like he’s fallen in love all over again.

Victor: Victor is always so nervous when it comes to her, the girl he loves doesn’t ever seem happy with him, she tries to explain that she’s definitely happy, but it doesn’t work. They hadn’t been together long and the relationship was strained already because of how tough it was to get through to her. She isn’t able to let people in and no matter how hard she tries she can’t seem to warm up to Victor. He manages to make her smile and melt her icy heart when he brings her along to a fancy party at his work and he dances with her. When he smiles at her and touches her cheek, something inside of her breaks and lets him in and she gives him the biggest smile she could muster, it nearly brings Victor to his knees.

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Musical Talent:

Lupin: Lupin is shocked when he first hears Cardia playing piano, she’s actually fantastic at it and it’s surprising to him as he didn’t know that she played. He stands outside the room, leaned on the wall listening to her, it gives him goosebumps it’s so lovely.

Van Helsing: Van is incredibly surprised when Cardia begins playing violin for him, of all the instruments, that’s the last one he would’ve guessed she would play. She’s wonderful and he would gladly listen for hours, he holds his arms around her and rests his chin on her free shoulder. He gently hums along with the songs she plays, his eyes closed and he’s fully relaxed.

Saint-Germain: Saint isn’t fazed at the musical talents of the woman he loves. He believed that she was talented at some kind of instrument. When he heard her play the cello, he was floored by just how beautiful the sound was. After the first time hearing it he nearly begs her to play for him daily, especially when he’s working.

Victor: Victor nearly collapses at the sound of Cardia playing the harp. It’s such an odd talent, but it’s such a wonderful sound that it could move Victor to tears. He wishes that he could hear it forever, that he could commit it to memory and hear it any time he wants.

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“I finally feel alive.”

Everything had come to a screeching halt for the whole group, it was so strange. We were back in the mansion for a while with everybody before they had left to complete their own objectives and it didn’t feel right. Nobody was planning the next move, nobody was plotting anything. Except Lupin of course, he is a thief after all.

Saint-Germain has been very calm lately as well, those sad smiles were no longer a thing.

“Living a human life, I finally am able to relax.”

He told me that after the first week or so of his mortality. I guess it really must be calming to not be fearful of your next mission and not having to worry about waiting to watch the ones you love die. He has nightmares still from all the trauma he’s been through. I think it’s cute that he comes to my bedchambers every time one occurs, seeking my comfort.

Now, we’re on our way back after a long time of traveling to find a cure for my poison.

On our way home is when I receive a letter from home, from Victor. He knew all of the places that we would be stopping at and must have had one mailed here in hopes we’ll get it.

Saint is out in town collecting some fancy souvenirs from here in Marseilles. This is one hell of a place, I don’t blame him this time for spending frivolous amounts of money on decorations for our home.

I don’t feel like waiting for him to return to the place we had rented to read the letter we had received.

Dearest friends,

I truly hope this is to reach you quickly. I also hope that you are safe and well. Travel like yours is so dangerous. I truly with you would just listen to me when I tell you things like that. If I had lost you, lord, I would not even know what to do with myself.

It seems that I’ve started rambling, sorry. My main point is that I have incredibly important news to share with you. It’s so urgent that I couldn’t possibly wait for you to return.

Cardia, I’ve created a cure for your poison.

Please come home quickly and safely.

Deepest regards,

Victor Frankenstein.

I cry out in shock at the news. The date at the top is from nearly a week and a half ago.

I can’t believe it, I simply cannot believe what I just read. Victor has found the cure before us. I can’t wait a single moment to inform Saint-Germain, we must head back immediately.

I pull on my shoes and dash out of our room. I know that it’s useless to try to find him, he could be anywhere, but I highly doubt he would go far.

As if by Fate, the moment I step out of the hotel building, I nearly run directly into Saint. I stumble in attempt to stop before I do crash into him. Saint-Germain beams as he places a sturdy hand to my shoulder in attempt to steady me.

His gentle laughter brings a smile to my face. “Saint-Germain!”

“Hello, my love. Where were you off to in such a rush?” He asks.

“I was-... Well, I was going to find you.” I blush at how dumb I sound.

“Oh!” He chuckles again. “And why is that?” He asks, beginning to walk, sliding an arm around my waist and pulling me along with him.

“Saint, we have to go home immediately!” I gasp, almost just remembering the letter.

“What?” He turns to me with an urgency in his eyes that is almost unnerving. “What happened? Are you alright?”

“Better than alright!” I take the letter out of the pocket I’d tucked it into, handing it to the man beside me.

“Huh-? What’s this?” He hums and takes the paper from my hands, stopping in his tracks to read it.

“Read here.” I lean over his shoulder and touch my gloved finger to the line of most importance.

His lips move as he reads and then his jaw drops.

“C-Cure?” He stutters and meets my eyes. The letter slips from his hands. He’s stunned.

Suddenly, he grabs me and yanks me into his chest. I look up at him, shocked and he swoops I’m to kiss me. I’m just fast enough to place my hand between our faces.

His lips connect with my covered palm. “What do you think you’re doing!? I’m not cured yet!” I gasp, pushing him back from me.

“I’m sorry, I just can't help myself.” He’s smiling so wide it looks like it’ll just fall right off his face.

“Well, don’t just stand there! The faster we leave, the faster my poison will be gone!” I beam and don’t have the chance to pull away this time before he presses a fast kiss to my mouth. “Saint-Germain!” I scold.

He gives me a mischievous smirk. “What? Did I do something wrong?” He hums and starts off down the hallway toward the stairs.

I scowl at him, watching him as he waltzes off down the hall in his elegantly manor. Quickly, I jog to catch up with him.

Once we reach the room, the pair of us pack our belongings. Thankfully, Saint has arranged for any and all of the wonderful things we’ve bought in all of the places we’ve visited, to be shipped to the mansion. Meaning we get to travel light and hurry home.

~*~

It takes a week to get back home. Both Saint and I have been out of our minds with excitement.

The moment we reached London we made a beeline for Victor’s clinic in the poor end of the city. I hadn’t even thought to send him a letter back yet.

That’s why it’s no surprise that he looks so utterly shaken at the sight of both Saint-Germain and I hunched over and panting in the waiting room of his office.

“Wha-What are you doing here?” He stammers in shock.

“We-... We got… Your letter.” I cough out, leaning on the counter, Saint nods along with my statement.

“Oh! Thank god!” He gasps, grabbing my wrist quickly and pulling me after him into his actual office. Saint-Germain stumbles along behind.

Victor sits us me down on an examination table and Saint sits in a chair close by, wringing his hands nervously.

“Okay, this is going to be simple and I don’t know how long it will take for the solution to kick in, if it does at all, but from my research, it should work nearly immediately,” Victor explains as he takes a test-tube off of the counter behind him.

He holds it out to me. “You just have to drink it.” He says, a nervous smile on his face. The liquid inside is blue and glows kind of.

I take it and pull the cork out of the top. I gently bring it to my lips, careful not to touch the glass to my skin and drink the contents. “Oh…” I say after swallowing it. “It’s sweet.”

“Hm… I didn’t expect it to taste good?” Victor hums quietly. “How do you feel?”

“I don’t know… Not really any different.” I shrug.

“Well, let's find out if it worked.” Saint-Germain announces, standing abruptly.

I open my mouth to ask how, but before I can, I have lips on mine. A panic runs through me and I press my hands to his chest to push him away, yet, I don’t smell burning flesh. I don’t feel melting skin. There’s no smoke.

I relax and grip his shirt, pulling him closer, he lets me. My non-existent heart is pounding so hard it hurts.

We kiss for so long that my lungs burn, begging for air. Saint-Germain is the one to pull away first. I look over to find Victor standing off to the side, looking incredibly awkward with red cheeks as he tries to keep his eyes focused elsewhere.

“Sorry, Victor.” I sheepishly smile at him and he just gives me a nod and an awkward grin in return.

Saint-Germain cups my face in his hands and kisses me again, softer this time and it’s quicker, over before I’m ready.

Gently, my gloves are removed and he placed my palms to his cheeks. I nearly gasp at the feeling. “You’re so warm.” I whisper. I love my hands to his clothing, it’s soft and thin.

I receive a kiss on the temple and I nearly start crying. His mouth is so soft and round. These are feelings I never could have ever imagined.

“Don’t cry.” He whispers with such emotion that it pushes me to the point where I can’t help it. I can feel several tears roll down my cheeks.

“I can’t help it.” I murmur, gripping his hand in mine. He wipes the tears away from my cheeks.

“Oh dear…” He speaks quietly, moving closer and pressing our cheeks together. “I love you, Cardia. I never want to see you cry.” His breath caresses my face.

“Saint-Germain… I finally feel alive.” My voice wavers and I press my face into the crook of his neck.

“I think it’s safe to say that I feel the same.” He breathes kindly.

Victor clears his throat. “Um, I’m sorry to interrupt this beautiful moment, but I have an appointment in five minutes.” He nervously wrings his hands.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Victor,” I sniffle and rub my eyes as Saint pulls away from me. I hop off the table and wrap my arms around Victor tightly. “Thank you. You’ve saved me. Thank you.” I mumble into his ear, gripping him in a bone-crushing hug.

“It was nothing,” He laughs. “But if you don’t let go I think I’ll be crushed to death.”

“Sorry.” I smile as I pull away and wipe my eyes again.

Saint-Germain and myself both thank Victor several more times before we leave. Saint promises me that he has somewhere beautiful that he wants to bring me before we return to the mansion.

He truly doesn’t disappoint when he takes me to the woods where we had looked at the stars together. “Are you going to kidnap me again?” I joke quietly.

He flinches a bit at the question. “I’ll never do that, I’m still so sorry for that,”  He says, lacing our bare fingers. “I just have this beautiful spot so want to bring you to.”

He leads me down the hill we were on to a small patch of grass that is sat amongst many flowers and overlooks a lake. “I come here sometimes to think. I came here most days when I had you in that mansion. I was trying to decide what was right and what was wrong…” he mumbles and sits in the long grass, pulling at my hand to join him.

I do and I immediately touch the grass, gasping at the strange feeling. “Wow…” I murmur.

“Do you like this place?” He asks, his eyes locked firmly on me as I touch anything within my reach.

“I love it,” I say. “I love this, I love you.” I look up into his sky-blue eyes. He looks so kind. There’s a strange flicker of something in his eyes though.

“Good, I’m glad…” He coos. “I came here at night most of the time. It was always so much more beautiful, the moon and stars reflected in the water…” Saint-Germain keeps his eyes on me. “This place right here is where I realized that I loved you, Cardia.”

My hands stop moving over the grass and my head snaps up to look at him. “What?” I speak in a soft voice.

“This is where I decided that I couldn’t hurt you. This is where I chose to protect you no matter what… This is where I started feeling alive again…” His voice is quiet, he’s whispering so only I could hear it, the wind and sky along with the grass and flowers were not privy to the words he’s whispering to me.

“Saint-Germain…”

“And, this is where I want to start our life together,” He says and reaches into his pocket, never looking away from me as he does. “Cardia Beckford…” He holds a ring out in front of me. “Will you marry me, my beloved?”

I start to cry again as I nod my head. “Yes,” I nod. “Yes, Saint, of course I will.” I reach out and place my hand to his cheek.

He takes my other hand in his and slides the ring onto my finger and kisses me with so much love and so much happiness.

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