#ofromulus

     It seemed like yesterday since it all began. His search for the other Belmont. At least- the closest relative he has that still walked the earth today. ( Even if walking the earth meant frozen in place. )

       Though she wasn’t blood- she was still family. From the moment he picked up her journals that resided in the Belmont home. Letting them topple onto the floor , slipping from his grasp. To journeying long ways, getting information here, information there. Learning where she resided, who she was approached by, who she fought, and where her fate lied... To now. Swallowed by trees. Hugged in a tight mossy embrace. Her skin , clothing. Grey and solid. Sword half drawn on the statue that stood PROUDLY. Her coat was covered in wolf fur, and beneath it, scratched, but visible enough peeking out from under the coat, was the Belmont family crest.

     In his hand he held a potion. One that was promised to reverse such effects. He was eager- but at the same time. Hesitant. His hand should be shaking.. but he was still.. much like her. Blue eyes staring down this.. creation of Dracula.

                                and so. He threw it.

     The glass shattering above the statue upon impact with his morning star. The potion DRENCHING the statue like rain. His eyebrows ridden low. In waiting. Eyes never blinking

          moral panic ?  to what is her definition to a claim such as this when she’s seen how this robot operates when presented with a moral issue ?  but morality is humanly stagnant and decaying faster than this island itself , and dread sees no quarrel with what he sees as wrong and right in the slightest.  he just is.  he just knows.

          it’s hot in los angeles ; a bit hotter than miami , but not quite because in california - it isn’t right to count the humidity if there isn’t any.  the air here is harder to breathe passage-wise , counting the dryness of sinus cavities after a while & the air in florida is harder to breathe lung-wise due to the moisture.  if anyone is as skilled as jacket , though , it’s easy to choke on nothing after a while anyway.  here under this umbrella on the outside of some small little local ice cream shop at the edge of town , though , the heat is a different story.

aside from every detail ever? 

i could gush about penny’s heart forever. it’s so gentle and pure and she genuinely just wants to help everyone and has no concept of any lives being worth more than others. she’d rather allow herself to starve for days than let someone miss a meal. someone could try and hurt her and she would still patch them up and nurse them back to health. there are so many things she’s willing to do at her own expense just to HELP people. her empathy runs so deep and she could feel every ounce of pain someone else was feeling just from her heart aching. SHE’S JUST. so caring. i mean she also needs to learn how to stand up for herself and tough it out sometimes but. until then. 

     The smoke from his cigar floated into the air above him. Disappearing the moment before it hit the ceiling. He leaned back. Boots atop the table being shifted to a more comfortable position, the spurs breaking what silence lingered. Another puff. The thick smoke this time rising to hit his tipped hat, pouring over the rim in a smooth motion similar to liquid. 

     His chest risen. A heavy breath taken when his fingers came to flick his hat. Brown eyes scanning the somewhat empty bar. His mug sat empty. Causing the cowboy to kick his feet off and lift himself up. 

blog recommendations!! accepting. 

MUNDAY FUNDAY! ASK ANYTHING ABOUT THE MUN. THE MUSE WILL ANSWER!