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Weekly Photo 41/2025

'You shouldn't care about what folks back home says. You are still you, Calamity will not befall" - little did Bookman know that his Junior was long slipping from the grip of his fate, he just needed that one last push...

So here's an old piece of them kissing and another old piece of them kinda kissing, and a MATURE one on top of that. Because I feel like someone might like them. ❤️

…out of spite.

"You are sick. What you're doing is sick."

Dracula merely raised an eyebrow at Mathias' childish outburst.

"Now, what are you blabbering about?"

"Everything!" the little Lord shouted, hands moving in a frenzy. "This... senseless slaughter, carried on by inertia! The way you use the knights in your care as slaves, when they look up to you as a mentor! You are a disgusting creature, and those poor boys don't deserve you."

Dracula wrinkled his nose, annoyed at the smell of anger in the man's blood. Oh, so he was serious, wasn't he.

"And I am supposed to heed your words why, precisely?" he asked, not caring whether or not the man answered - he was merely wasting his time. "You don't actually care about the blood I'm spilling, do you, Mathias? Not when your own hands are covered in it."

"It's different and you know it." Mathias didn't even have the strength to look at him in the eye, the coward that he was. What a pathetic worm: he filled Dracula with shame for what he used to be.

"Why? Because you kill in the name of an uncaring God while I spite him?" Dracula rose to his feet, relishing in the shudder that shook Mathias' body; he reserved no gentleness for him when he grabbed his chin and forced his head upwards. "Little Mathias, you are not angry at me. I know you more than you know yourself."

Those green eyes of his burned with hypocritical righteousness. "Don't you dare compare yourself to me--"

"And that is the crux of it, isn't it?" Oh, he knew alright. His human memories were fading away, slowly but surely, but Mathias was doing everything in his power to remind him of the person he used to be: weak, fragile, scared, and with an inflated sense of self-worth. Of course, such a man would despite what he was fated to become. Well, too bad for him.

"Mathias Cronqvist, let me give you some precious advice, from someone older than you can fathom yet." And with that, he claimed Mathias' mouth and bit his tongue, to shut him up at last; his struggles were feeble and human against him, and it took no effort to remind the man of who was in charge, who had the right to speak, and who exactly he was deep within his heart.