#crows-dance

@crows-dance

His friends were dead.  Jaskier, Yennifer, Ciri.  Everyone he loved or cared for had died centuries ago, be it from old age, illness, or war.  He was certain of it.  He himself had been buried as if thought dead.  He had not been.  He had been asleep for a long time.

Two years before, he had been found, revived, and brought back into a world he didn’t truly understand.

He worked with the governments of the world to kill monsters who had started springing up all over the world.

The Witcher was needed once more, and he was paid handsomely for it.

It was as he was sitting in Central Park, not far from his penthouse, that he heard a song long since forgotten by time.  Walking to where he heard the song, he saw him.  Dandelion.

This would be the second time the dhampir had come across Jackster and gotten him out of trouble. The 6′5 blond ceased the bar fight about to go down as some drunkards were not happy with the bard’s song and had attempted to take the lute and bash the bard with his own instrument. But Alucard had stopped this, shoving the drunkards back into their seats and pulling the bard over to his table on the other side of the pub.

“I was just about to ask you the same thing.”

Alucard said as he set the lute on the table and sat down. He picked up his drink and downed the tankard in one go. With how the rest of the pub was stirred up he was pretty sure they wouldn’t be welcomed here much longer. 

A favorite thing of Arvid’s after a day of listening to music and recording songs of his own was quietly slipping among the audience at bigger or smaller music events - concerts or gigs, it didn’t matter - and enjoying the music. He had started out very small, friends of his being his only listeners in the beginning, and slowly, bit by bit, he had started a band with his closest friends. And it was the support of others that had made his dream come true. The presence at his concerts, meeting his fans up close and talking with them, hearing their feedback, all had helped his little dream become a big reality - a career.

“You are a shameless flirt.” Alucard stated to the mage. Since meeting it felt like Garret has had his eyes on perusing the half-blood and made no effort to hide it. Alucard was fairly innocent in the ways of the heart and body and so he had been gently avoiding Garret’s advances. Not because he wasn’t interest, rather just because he hadn’t been sure and so didn’t want to rush into something that might end up hurting him.

Vergil paused for a moment as he tried to recall certain moments of his past, shifting through memories that he would rather forget. Then, a smile appeared on his lips, following his son’s gaze toward the distance.

“Your mother... She was the kindest person I ever met,” he finally managed to reply. “In a way, she reminded me of my own mother - compassionate and always loving unconditionally. She always sought out the good in people... Some would consider it a weakness, but for her, it was her greatest strength.”

∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . //Raven to Aerith!

She hummed a song as she kneed the dough. It wasn’t quite ready to turn into dumpling balls just yet.