𝙉𝙐𝙋𝙏𝙄𝘼𝙇 𝘿𝙊𝙊𝙈

“yes. yes, indeed she was a beautiful woman.” he could remember the very feeling it was to feel his blood being taken from him to flow into her veins, giving her life that was being stolen. how it had made him feel love, truly and wholly. but with  her death and rebirth in the count’s blood, lucy’s beauty and softness had been darkened. that night had showed him a hungry monster where she had once been. had time changed her? had she learned to be the cunning predator that the count had once been? 

“i’m…i’m not angry with you.” how could he ever been angry over something she had known nothing of? she knew nothing of the true darkness that lurked in shadows. “but you’ve invited death into this home. for your sake,” a pause as he made an attempt to soften his voice, to hide the building fear from his words, “i think you should stay free of my home for a few weeks until i can make contact with some friends in london. it could be dangerous for you.”

“— what?” there is no real danger in being thrown from her home;  the wandering specter of the bride is not allowed to roam so far. that is not the concern ... the main concern, anyway. it is the repulsive guilt of putting him in danger, all without intention obviously — but recklessly nonetheless; “oh, dr. seward! say it isn’t so ...” that charming woman seemed so ... harmless! not the vixen of death she is described as now. 

“no ... no! why would she hurt you? she said she was a friend —“  and of course. dolores is the first to blindly believe this claim. her judgment of character is ... questionable, to put it as lightly as possible. 

it’s taken endless pleas to the king for kai’s health to be treated — in all that time that was wasted, dolores feared it would be too late for her knight. traitor though he is (and how kai destroyed her with his betrayal), his acts of valor in the woods have redeemed him ... or so the princess argues before the throne of her father. it's impossible to confess to her parents that she has fallen in love with this treacherous bastard of enemy blood. dolores shall be a fool in their eyes, perhaps sent to a convent by the sea to recover, while their traitor is slain, hanged for his crimes. an unbearable thought ... she would rather be slain by the sword for this betrayer than watch him perish.

“shh, rest now,” dolores implores; she brushes back loose, damp curls that stick to his skin, while dabbing at kai’s forehead with a cool wet rag; “don’t speak until water is upon thy lips. sir knight,” in a surprisingly impatient (yet all too frantic) gesture from the maiden, she snaps her fingers in the direction of a guard — who, reluctantly, returns some minutes later with a an old ladle for the princess’s bucket. 

“i shall make thee well again, sir kai. i swear to thee now — thou shalt live.”

Children came and went as they did. Some left soon as they had arrived and others stayed for the spooky house tour. Every year he would use his magic to enchant the house and give them a little scare and if they were brave enough to endure the whole thing, they’d get more candy, perhaps even a book if he were feeling generous enough, and this year wasn’t unlike any other.

He smiled when he saw them crowding around his doorstep, which was very large considering it was an old mansion atop a hill. But he kept it in nice condition, almost as if it weren’t hundreds of years old. Their smiling faces brought much joy and a smile of his own as he dropped pieces of candy from a large bowl, adding just a tiny bit more weight to their already growing pillow sacks of sugary treats. Over the years, he had gained the reputation of the town eccentric, the strange man who wore women’s clothing and hosted tours of his mansion during Halloween, and supposedly could be magic. The locals often wrote him off as an oddball and nothing more, but plenty of the children were fascinated by his magic and the generous amount of candy they’d receive from him during this particular holiday. 

So favour he did gain, at least with them, however in the midst of the crowd of children in their costumes, he saw someone who stood out, almost quite literally. She was a woman with dark hair and a pale complexion, dressed in black. Morgan himself was wearing dark colored clothing, a black dress in fact with a slit on the side and he even went through the effort of applying a dark shade of lipstick. “You know,” his lips curled into a smile. “It’s not often the grown-ups come all the way up here. Are you interested in the house tour?”

the excited flurry of children helps to ease dolores’s anxieties; their joyfous little faces and pails pull of candy are a delight to behold. she walks towards the house with her chin held held high — the social butterfly is flurrying within the confines of dolores’s rib cage — only to clash and flutter to the pit of her stomach once the home’s owner is in full few. from afar, dolores believed him to be a woman ... upon closer inspection, it is a ... handsome, but so oddly ... dressed young man. strange — but noticeably attractive, especially as she draws nearer.

subtly, the ghost begins to smooth down the fabric of her dress, though her coat conceals most of the garment — “oh, yes, actually!” red lips spread into a goodhearted grin, “that’s, that’s why i’m here. i was told about your incredible home,” dolores’s glance is noticeably stolen as she takes in the glory of the mansion. 

thehellyouputmein:   [ guard ] for your muse to step in front of my muse protectively ( jackie)

[ guard ]  for your muse to step in front of my muse protectively

damnthings​:   [ help down ] (from silas!! medieval au???)

[ help down ]  for your muse to assist my muse getting out of a carriage

a harsh nudge from her eldest sister jolts dolores from her light slumber. the final hours of her journey have been a bore, and her legs ache from sitting so long without a break. she fears her numb legs shall collapse the minute she exits the carriage. gratefully, her mother and older sister depart from the carriage first — giving the middle princess the time she so desperately needs to adjust her legs and shake her feet awake, beneath her heavy skirts. dolores’s young sister grows impatient, however, and it is now her turn to leave and greet this growing crowd. 

humilictedman​:   [ guard ]

[ guard ]  for your muse to step in front of my muse protectively

'his neck shall meet the hangman’s noose for his treason’, her mother assures her in the confines of dolores’s chambers. a godly, regal hand soothes her daughter with its gentle touch, yet the queens words leave the princess in a sobbing tizzy. dolores is not seen by anyone until the following dawn. servants, maids, ladies in waiting — all are present in a wild dash to stop the princess’s sprint throughout the castle. her pursuit is not complete, until dolores reaches the dungeons. the guards implore her to turn back now — the grim sights ahead are no view for a daughter of the crown. her tear pleas, however, cannot be ignored by any man with a heart: one guard allows her to pass.

“oh sir kai!” the bars of the knight’s cell brace her collision; the princess collapses to her knees. a sob already builds in her throat, as she presses her forehead to the metal, and reaches her small hand through the bars.

“your majesty,” a guard reluctantly implores, bowing to her humble level; “your majesty, treacherous filth like this coward do not deserve your divine touch. he is to be hanged, rightfully so, in but a hour’s time —”