#verse tba

a possible vampire au where your muse is an actual vampire who thinks my muse is one too, but in reality my muse is just a really freaky dude, and 100% human with a horrible habit. definitely having some sort of clinical vampirism. (cannibalism-)

"They won't stable my seikret . . ." He's looking at Link with big puppy eyes. The stablehands told him they couldn't help care for Kohna because she isn't a 'horse.' // fun fact: equines do not exist in the world of Monster Hunter.

"It doesn't surprise me. They didn't even let me register a bear."

This is a normal things to say. Absent-mindedly throwing a few random things in the pot of the stable they decided to stay when the rain caught up with them - including frogs and lizards, of all things -, Link avoids the other's puppy eyes to instead scour the sorrounding, squinting slightly until he could see a small herd running in the rain.

"...do you want a horse?"

Heike leaned into Helmut's lips as they crashed into hers, as they so often did. Offered that last piece of distance to him every time, and he to her. His kiss was gentle but inquiring and she had to tighten her grip on the glass of wine she'd been offering out to him lest she spill it down his shirt. When he pulled away, she cleared her throat and let out a deep breath.

"Honestly, darling, you could have just taken a sip of the wine." She teased, taking another sip to try and cover her slight blush. "I wouldn't have minded." She added in a tone that suggested she didn't mind his approach either.

"I couuld have...." Zemo agreeded with a small smile as he brushed some of Heikke's red hair out of her face, admiring her for a short moment. "I didn't." It would probably have been easier to simply ask to taste the wine... But he did want that kiss.

"She's a cute girl. When she's not punching me in the face. Who is she?" / @cupsraised ( nathalie )

there's a focus being drawn from the other end of the hall, his eyes drifting the same. the corner of his lips turn down as he scrutinizes the sight before them — josefina rojas in all her blonde, diamond encrusted glory, and her hunk of a new man who looked way too stiff in that suit. of course, though, what else was there for the man who people said used to be in the military somewhere? his shoulders and arms seemed like they wanted to be free of the expensive fabric, and it wasn't long before alejandro's lips twisted into a barely restrained sneer. he forces his eyes away from the couple discussing some kind of business or other, returning to the clipboard in his hand he'd been using for facility details. something something let's make a partnership, let's involve ourselves with bioterrorism so we can earn more money and find even more ways to write it off on tax receipts.

“ the oh-so-great santa josefina. ” he lifted an eyebrow as pencil scrabbled across paper, detailing nonsense. “ my ex and his latest flame. ” he takes another look, partly willing that josefina catches his eye, but knowing she'd never let him live it down if that was the case. “ i'm surprised you haven't heard of her. the media and newspapers are all over her like moths to a flame. every day it's something different, some way she's helped a local town or donated millions to charity or developed something new. ” a sarcastic scoff escaped his throat as he measured the top of the paper with the pencil in his hand, shaking his head.

“ i just can't wait to see what they come up with next. ”

stripped   of   titles,   name   remained   a   capricious,   walking   metamorphosis   to   better   fit   among   country's   culture   (   and   conceal   under   an   ordinary   veil   )   .   sleeves   of   white   shirt   rolled   to   elbows   &   black   dress   pants   mingled   among   the   streets   of   italy   as   part   of   his   training,   spring   inviting   people   to   their   own   carpe   diem   between   work   shifts.   english   speech   wasn't   far   from   the   routine,   tourists   crowding   the   city   with   the   blooming   of   colors,   mixing   languages   in   an   attempt   to   become   a   part   of   a   place   where   they   would   only   dwell   briefly.   then,   familiarity   takes   form   in   a   lilt   though   left   in   the   past,   halting   his   steps   in   front   of   a   newsstand.   couldn't   be   she,   could   it?   ❛  lois?   ❜

── ⋆⋅ 📺 ⋅⋆ ──

❝    no.    ❞     a   simple,   straightforward   answer   to   a   ridiculous   question.    ❝    are   you   disappointed   that   i'm   not   ?    ❞    she   feigns   concern,   placing   a   hand   upon   her   hip.

  𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕   𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊   𝚊𝚗   𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕   (  accepting .  )

" Yes, I know. " talking on the phone while he was cooking up some food and laying out the groundwork for his contract. " I'll get it done. No the price is still same. Triple my ususal rate and payment up front. " discussing the contract further Striker had been getting close to Angel Dust as a means of gathering intel on his boss and owner the overlord Valentino who was the assassins target.

" Good. Glad we reached an agreement. Wire the cash and once I confirm you did. You can count Valentino as good as dead. " finalizing the contract details Striker cracked open a beer as his dinner was just about done cooking. Still on the phone Striker looked to the clock seeing it was just about that time Angel Dust was popping for a visit.

" Payment as been received. I'll call if anything comes up. " closing his phone the cowboy unlocked the front door for when Angel popped. Having forgotten, he had left out a folder of information on Valentino. Also, includung details on the contract, in his bedroom Striker popped on the counter radio while he waited on the sinner to arrive.