“ i mean we GET OLD period. that’s inevitable?? ” stating a fact , and very clearly challenging her still . “—what do YOU mean i wont last long what? I cant just , stop my age”

officesevenshop (on etsy) "royal" red corset gown

Dracula is not one to lie down and wait for a problem to come to his doorstep. No. He is a predator, refusing to be prey. He'll find this hunter first and rip his throat out. "I believe that is him." Long fingernail points to a man in the corner, shrouded in dark clothing and a bag at his feet. "This is who they have been glorifying as their saviour? I find the drunkards in the mud outside to be more intimidating than this fellow." Eyes flick back to Elisaveta. "And he appears to be admiring you."

CUE AN EYEROLL, annoyance made evident. “ something along those lines. i wouldn't exactly say a 'friend,' however. ”

❛ i have not the time nor the patience for riddles. ❜ tone is as tense as her posture. brown eyes are slightly narrowed, a deep breath taken into the hightowers chest. behind her the sound of white knight shifting his weight, hand remained posed on the hilt of sword just in case this ... person decided to be rash & idiotic. ❛ speak plainly or you will not speak at all, ❜ dry, rushed with annoyance. what is it that you alledge, hm ? one could almost interpret it as threatening .. tsk tsk ... such a thing would not fair well for you, my lady. ❜

he hadn't heard her come into the house, but he spotted her from the corner of his eye. in his dark kitchen at eleven at night, with his hands busily making his nightly cup of tea. a small step back, away from her. he isn't often spooked, but he was sure he'd locked the door behind him. that's when the blood registers. it's all over her hands. all over the very expensive clothes she often wears. but he isn't phased about that. he grew up well off, her clothes had never bothered him. but he never went out to..fulfill his hobbies in anything that wasn't easily replaceable from amazon. he was sure hers wasn't so easily replaceable. which, made him worry this was her own blood and not someone else's. " hey, elisaveta--who..is this yours? ", he asks as he steps forward. tea quickly forgotten on the counter. he doesn't want to spook her, but he thinks the shake in her hands might simply be adrenaline. ronin moves slowly to the light on the wall, flipping it on as his eyes adjust to the change in brightness. oh it's more blood than he originally thought. her cream and black colored gown was more blood and red now. " elisaveta, can you tell me what happened? are you hurt? "

@drakuletka it’s the beverages for me 🩸👀 ( *thinking emoji here* )

"don't get me wrong, i'm not opposed to telling my tale in it's entirety, but you're gonna need more blood bags than that. like, a lot more."