#monstrosiities

“look, i really don’t know how you can help me.”

“That magic.” Juste’s entire body screamed at the familiarity of it. It wasn’t as powerful as the feeling he’d gotten from the twisted wraith of Dracula he’d encountered, but the inherent wrongness to him left him ill-at-ease. The whip at his side sang with rage, letting him know exactly what the being before him was.

      𝓢ome characters that Alistair had heard about during the trial situation that the Cullen family had in regarding their hybrid child were unusual, to say the least-- but as he wouldn’t openly admit, he wouldn’t mind knowing them a little more. Even if that was a difficult task for him to endure. Being social wasn’t his favourite aspect of life and often shied away from it. But he didn’t mind trying to visit the Romanians-- at least for a few hours. With that, he tapped the front door of their residence with his knuckle and then took a couple steps backward to see if anyone would come to the door. 

@monstrosiities​ sent ‘  eternal  peace  is  probably  overrated .  ’ / emmett!

Alucard wasn’t going to hear another ‘I’m fine, really’ from Julius if he had any say in it. One might’ve assumed someone part-vampire would have a cold personality, but once you looked past his demeanor, Adrian was anything but. Or, at least, this was Julius’ view on him, and he was unsurprised that said Dhampir was now mother-henning him to help ease the horrible fever he’d contracted from God-knows-where despite stubborn (though weak) protest.

Julius was sitting back on the couch, trying to fight off a strong urge to nap while his head slowly sank to the back of his seat regardless. It was then that Adrian had returned with a hand-towel, damp and cold.

He’d hear Julius gasp the smallest amount when it was laid over his forehead, but aside from a small jump and his eyes snapping open, he didn’t move. The Belmont ended-up relaxing more, even. He shut his eyes again, a sigh replacing his usual argument against being coddled.

Admittedly, it did feel pretty good... and he was too tired at this point to do anything about it.

   “Is this because I...” Was talking always this much of a chore? Julius was trying not to have Alucard prescribe him a week of bedrest, though, so he carried on, “-- Was stickin’ my head in the freezer?”

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@monstrosiities​ sent ❛  you lost a friend. you don’t have to be so strong.  ❜ from emmett!!

         It felt strange talking about it. Bree had realized Diego was dead just seconds before meeting the two heads of the Olympic coven, and every step since had been through muddled chaos and human-vampire drama. It didn’t even feel real. She had known Diego only a couple days, but... he was her friend. Closer than that it seemed. She wondered what they could have been and how much brighter his smile would have shined outside the pressures of being part of an army of newborn vampires. At the absolute least, Bree knew she cared about him. It hurt too much for her not to.