#ryoushigi

[ ☾ ] Upon hearing the reply, the dhampir simply closes his eyes, brings his hand to his forehead and shakes his head slightly. Clearly, he expected the answer, but had hoped for something different, better. “And, once again, here you are, proving my point.“

"Belnades & Belmont~"

@ryoushigi since you requested their slogan.

   “...and so this building... Ah!” The little goddess murmured, scrawling down quick notes into a homemade, leather-bound book. Plenty of quickly written, delicate lettering already filled the back of the previous page and overtaking the newest one, but she didn’t mind much at all. This era was filled with possibilities, and since her mother’s consistent descents into the realm of mortals, it made Shiori’s visit no more of a big deal.

   If the Sun could be so free, why not the Ink? Well, so Shiori told herself to lessen the guilt that she wasn’t home...and had told no one of her departure.

   The buildings made her forget that for a bit, though. Smiling up happily at the stonework- so different from her homeland and it’s ties to wood- as she moved along. There was more to explore, after all! More to add to her future novels and poems!

   ...A... A poem? She could make one right now, actually-

Streets of a new town, The sky's whispers above. I dream of my h-

   Not paying attention at all, she was unprepared to walk into someone, tripping over the lift of their foot and onto the ground below, wincing in pain and the harsh clatter of her book. The person paused and walked away, scoffing as Shiori slowly got up. At least she’d taken her mother’s advice... Though her hair was still far lighter than it should be for a normal human, her clothes matched the era; no one paid her much of a glance with the hood of her cloak up...

"Let's stay like this, a little longer."

Sypha: "And Alucard"

Oh look, a photo of these two...