#simena

"Simena"

Disigned by Taka Yachts

@simonsquest

It's not selfish to ask for your favorite food <3 (or at least, that would make me selfish as well... I know that feeling 😔)

I chose kiss number 24 - “we’ll face this together” kisses :3

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It had become a ritual of sorts, to bandage Simon's wounds every night or so. Selena knew what marrying a vampire hunter would have meant for her role as a wife, and she had accepted it the moment her father arranged the marriage for her - at the time, she simply didn't know that she was going to marry the most noble and determined of them all. Which, at first, meant that her darling husband often returned home drenched in demon blood, from all the creature he fought to protect the village: he was proud of his feats, and she was as well.

Then, the wounds Selena healed became more and more gruesome.

Black and purple bruises. Bites that hit bone. Slashes. Gashes that required stitching. Purulent sores. Blackened, rotten flesh that forced her to work with a cloth on her nose.

All of that, she could tolerate. She never recoiled at the sight of blood, a trait that had been called "unladylike" but came in handy, and eventually her nose grew accustomed to the stench of decay. What knotted her throat everytime, however, was her husband himself: slouched over, almost withered from mortification - as if begging for forgiveness for failing to be healthy.

Because that was devouring Simon night by night, more than any creature of the night. However, even the best doctor in town was left scratching his head at her husband's malaise. There was nothing else they could do, but pray to God to spare Simon, and stitch flesh that threatened to fall off.

Unless Simon stopped her, in the throes of shame.

"Please, do not," he murmured, when Selena attempted to remove the leather gloves that had become a second layer of skin. "I am unsightly."

"No, you are my husband." Her retort, perhaps firmer than intended, was enough for Simon to lift his head and look at her with bleary eyes. "And a husband ought to trust his wife, if no one else."

"I never meant to imply that I don't." How feeble Simon's voice sounded, now. But as long as it carried the soft kindness of his heart, Selena would not lose hope.

"I vowed to love you in sickness as well as health, and I meant it, dear. We will see through this, one way or another."

And, holding the scars that twisted Simon's mouth into a grimace, Selena kissed them, one by one; and then his lips, thin and chapped, but still Simon's, who still had the strength to wrap his arms around her and hold her, hold her so close that their body all but melded together - a promise, that neither of them would give up or lose faith on the other.

One corner of his lip was turned into a smile, when they caught their breath. "We will. Thank you, Selena. God has been truly kind to me."

It was still her Simon, beneath the sores and the weakness.

He removed the last obstacle to their ritual: Selena stopped her wincing in time only to not upset Simon further. His poor hands... she had seen those kind of grievous wounds only on creatures beyond humanity.

Je reprends mon projet de présenter la plupart de mes 52845 photos.

1991, Notre second voyage en Turquie. Ici, une excursion à partir de Kaş, vers l’île de Kekova, avec le site de Kake (Simena) célèbre pour ses tombes lyciennes, dont certaines sont en partie immergées du fait d’un affaissement sismique.

So! Simena:

I sure do read fics about it! Well, just one :P

I admire your dedication in fleshing out so much a ship that most likely no one was interested in, given Selena's lack of screentime in her own obscure game. But you picked her up and turned her into a compelling, lovable character, and then created the sweetest relationship with the already sweet Simon!

I always found interesting that you imagined the two having an arranged marriage, which is usually used to mean "they don't actually love each other, they were forced to". And you touch upon these themes, how the Belmonts have many obligations. But Simon is just... impossible not to love :P and the two become spouses should be: each other's rocks during hardship.

while I am at it could you please give them a break ;A;

Draculisa:

I'm conflicted lol

Draculisa is pretty much the basis of Dracula's descent into villainy (Elithias too, but on a far lesser scale). And so I'm in front of a dilemma: do I prefer tooth-rotting sweet Draculisa, or something more sinister?

I think Dracula really was a good husband to Lisa. I think, selfish bastard as he is, he really showered in love without asking for anything in return, because he really was touched by her bravery and kindness. I think there was a very good reason Lisa, who wanted to save people's lives, implied to descend from vampire hunters, looked at this giant vampire lord of an evil castle and thought "this is a good man I want to have a child with". aside from the fact that he's very handsome ofc--

But it was probably not perfect. I also imagine Dracula to be a bit... demanding from Alucard - now he expects something in return from him. Even more so with Hector and Isaac as his students. I can imagine Lisa asking him to be more gentle with the kids. She might also rationalize his need for human blood with "he feeds just like any animal", and offer her own to spare him a hunt. And of course, we know that when Lisa was killed, Dracula had no respect for her love for humanity.

Aww, thank you 🥺

Then... 23!

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…in relief.

It was over.

The past days spent kneeling at her bed and praying for God, the weight of dread crushing her insides, had become nothing but an unpleasant memory the moment Simon was gently allowed off his horse. He was coated in blood and grime, pieces of his armor were missing, one eye was swollen shut: Selena had never seen something more beautiful in her life.

Simon won. Against all odds, he proved himself against the Lord of all evil.

But he was not out of the woods yet. Selena held one of his arms, the one he could move, as she lead him to their bedroom, where at last Simon could be cleaned up, healed, and allowed his deserved rest.

Neither of them spoke while Selena scrubbed the blood off his skin and sewed his gashes shut. The silence surrounding them was like music, full of the words they so desperately needed to say to each other; but not yet. Simon still struggled to open his mouth. Selena did not know where to begin to express the happiness ballooning inside her.

Simon stretching his face in the loveliest smile he had ever gifted her since their wedding gave her pause. Unable to resist, Selena planted a kiss on his brow, then his nose, then his scarred cheek, and at last his lips, once, twice, over and over; Selena felt as if she could have lifted her husband in her arms and twirled him in the air, and the only reason she instead wrapped her arms around Simon's neck was because her poor husband was quite fragile, still.