“It’s okay, I never expect to get a straight answer out of a vampire. You lot sure do love your riddles. A Christian Vampire … is that like when humans turn vegan?” It was an awful joke, but she couldn’t help herself. Axel, as he preferred being called, was a rarity. She’d never met a vampire who practiced any religion outside of the call for blood -if it could be called such.

She stepped away from him, releasing his cooler hand, having gotten a sense of him from the contact. The usually chill ran down her spine, but other than that he didn’t seem … vampire like. “I can narrow it down from the information offered, thank you. I just needed a place to start.” She stopped short, curious about something. “The conversion, was it your choice?”

He laughed and shook his head at her. “I am not sure, though I have seen vampires go vegan in a sense, they stop drinking human blood and they drink animal blood instead.” He explained with a small grin as she stepped away from him. “The Christian conversion or the vampire conversion?” He asked as he stood up and started to put his shoes on.

He sat on the arm of the chair and smiled at her. “Neither were my choice.” Axel told her his voice soft as he pick his jacket up and slipped it on. “If someone told you to stop believing in what you did and believe what htey wanted for you to believe or you would die, would you convert as well? Or would you have died?”

@ribbedxgloves:

“He has, but I haven’t,” he tiredly replied before covering his mouth for a long yawn. Sleep was important to Brent but lately he hadn’t been getting that. “I didn’t want to disturb you but after a while I couldn’t take it. Axel I love him so much or else I’d given up in this parenting thing. It’s hard…”

“Shh shh..” He whispered to their son as he looked at Brent. “I’m surprised he’s slept, I’ve heard nothing buy crying for so long.” He sighed as he looked down at the child in his arms, glad that he seemed to be asleep again. “Parenting is not meant to be easy.” He chuckled as he looked at Brent again and motioned for him to crawl into bed. “Not many people get the perfect child.”

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bunny-rp-memes:

Sometimes, it’s not a lack of muse or short attention span or lack of time. Sometimes we’re too afraid to write out the reply we had in mind in fear it’s inadequate or written too fast. Then we send replies days, or even weeks, later that we had thought out in our mind since the beginning.

@gretaphasmatosmartin:

Greta was more impresses with the old grimoires than the money, but she wouldn’t say no to the latter. A girl’s gotta eat. “If you wish, Axel. I think we may have just struck a deal … that is if you’re willing to pay the price.” She smiled brightly at him, sticking her hand out to seal the bond. “When would you like to begin? It will take some time.” She stared at him for a moment before posing her next question.

“How old are you, if I may ask?”

@the-solitary-monster

He gently took her hand and shook it. “Once you have everything you need for it and when you think that you up to the task. I do not wish to rush such a thing.” He explained as he leaned back in his chair and looked at her when she asked how old he was. “I am old enough to have been both a Pagan and a Christian, I was born as they say now days a Norse pagan, then converted to Christianity.”

“Probably not the answer you were looking for but I think you can guess my age from that unless you need it for the spell.”

fitmunk:

As 2017 is dying

Anonymously send me something you’ve always wanted to tell me

What’s your son’s name, and how did you and Brent get him?

“His name is Leonard and he hatched from a dragon egg.”

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sp0il-ed:

Every time I do this I get weird af anons n I love it 🐝🐝🐝

I’m here I guess, gonna try to do things if mood allows it.

↖ is now accepting curious anons.

despicable-scientist:

Mistletoe.

@anitafxckingblake:

“Oh?”

There was no hidden agenda in her stare as she clenched and unclenched her sparking palms as the vampire walked nearer. Confusion had nestled its way into her brows, set up shop and halted her own movements. She stood there plainly, lips slightly parted and doe eyed to the prospect of understanding what exactly was going on and what exactly was swimming in his patient stare.

Oddly enough, she felt like prey. Not in the sense of being hunted but rather like a lost squirrel being followed by a curious child, stepping lightly and gently just so it would not scare the small creature from escaping. She was both mesmerized and haunted in her petrified state. A few voices in her head begged her to make some action, move, run, escape, attack, lunge, accept, care, hold. And while they all screamed against her silent resolve she could only blink slowly at him and wonder in what world had she stepped into.

Anita wasn’t privy to the traditional holiday of Christmas, if she were to be honest she didn’t particularly experience any of them. There were two times that she could remember of a celebration and each of those seemed to bring up her fear of both rejection and abandonment. One, being as a child her last Christmas with her mom before she passed and the other where she was proposed to by her fiance and later rejected as a suitable companion. In this case, while she enjoyed stepping into this strangers world of celebration, joy, and warmth there too rested the haunted question of when the other shoe would drop.

No.

If they stepped into that phase things would not become clearer to her. It would get muddier. What would that make of the St. Louis community? Would there have to be a special battle to the end for both older vampires? How long would this last if Axel was still planning to leave? Why did he want her? But the worst question of them all still stung in her mind.

Did she she him to kiss her?

Yes.

“Did you know that in Norse mythology Mistletoe killed a god? Odin and Frigg had a child named Baldr, he had a dream of his death and his mother was worried so she made everything in the world vow not to hurt Baldr except Mistletoe because she felt that it was too young to take upon such a vow, the god Loki heard of this and tricked Baldr’s Brother Höðr who was blind into killing his brother.” He told her with a smile as he noticed her and what seemed to be a battle brewing in her mind.

Axel stood next to her now and just smiled, he knew that her mind was probably full of thoughts and doubts, of what might happen should anything more come from them spending time together and what it would entail for her city. He reached out and lightly touched her cheek, his hand warm to the touch as he had feed this morning. “Mistletoe used to play more of part with druids than Christmas..And it was associated with fertility and vitality through the Middle Ages, in the 18th century was when people began to associate it with Christmas.” He rambled, these things were probably not fascinating to her but he had lived through the changes of the plant.

He leaned down and lightly kissed her cheek, it was still a kiss but it did not change their relationship, he didnt want her running for the hills over one kiss on Christmas morning. "Hungry?“ Axel asked as he picked up the cup of tea he had on the small table.