[Diva'd seen the exchange between Lenore and Trevor on the network and that was enough for her to realize the two of them knew of each other. Curiosity is what drives her to message the other woman, unable to help herself.]
My dearest Lenore, I know I am quite possibly the last person you would wish to hear from, however, I feel I simply must reach out to you all the same.
I do not know where to start, for I feel there is far too much, to begin with. So I'll say this before I do. I adore you, Lenore. Perhaps more than I should and more than I should be allowed to. Against your warnings and constant berating of me and my love for you, I still find you nestled away in the depth of my heart.
It is because of this that I feel so heavy in my guilt. I have wronged you my sweet, Lenore. On multiple accounts. Believe me, if you will though I feel it shan't matter much now that the damage has been done. But it was never my intention to hurt you.
Perhaps you were right all along. That I'm far too young to truly understand my feelings towards you, to understand how my actions towards you affect you. I never meant to ignore your messages, I needed some time alone, with my thoughts and feelings, I should have expressed this to you before leaving, I know that now.
All I ask is that you at the least, hear me out? Meet me for a talk, won't you? Let me apologize in person?
[ Alucard didn't respond to her text, he simply mustered the courage needed and set out to meet her as her request. Being early by an hour or so before sunset, just to make sure that he was there exactly on time when she arrived.
He'd been home since, and so was fresh from a shower (running hot water truly was amazing. Shame it didn't wash away how shitty he still felt.) Regardless, there he was, standing upright with that ridiculously perfect posture of his, one hand tucked behind his back respectfully, the other held a bouquet of white roses and an unlabeled bottle of something the deepest vermillion in colour. The fountain behind him lightly flowed and splashed the sides, though he paid it no mind. Uninterested by the fact the back of his long coat might have gotten a tad wet.
There was apprehension clear in his expression while he waited for her. Partly convinced that she wasn't going to show at all, which would serve him right of course, but there was a fear of it all the same which only solidified the fact in his mind that she meant something to him. Something special. Something he was afraid to truly lose.
Alucard's head hung low for a moment, tendrils of platinum blonde tumbled forward to curtain his face. His face that wore an expression of worry and hurt, as the longer he waited for her the more he became consumed with thoughts of her standing him up. ]
It's over an hour before her little flurry of bats arrives and she drops to the ground some distance in front of him. She makes her approach like a queen, chin lifted and heels clacking primly with each step. Her blue and gold gown is reminiscent of the starry gown she wore to the hotel for their first real tryst, but this one is more tailored and regal compared to the whimsical sweetness of before. She wears her long white fur cloak from home over the gown, properly attired for the cold even though it doesn't much bother her, and a black veil that covers her entire upper body.
She stops in front of him, out of reach, and waits silently for him to speak first. She has allowed this audience, but will not deign to make the first sally.
It's more than enough time for Alucard to start to panic and doubt himself. Was it too arrogant of him? To assume she would still wish to see him after all this time had passed in silence? Perhaps this was her fault, she was older, arguably wiser too, she should have known better than to tangle herself up in the doings of Vlad Dracula's child. No, no that was unfair to her, Lenore had been honest, and forthcoming with her feelings and how she felt he ought to behave with his.
Alucard was about to turn and consider leaving when the fluttering of small wings on the wind caught his attention. Standing fast as she landed and appeared before him, a true vision of beauty. For a moment, Alucard almost forgot himself, forgot he was no longer in her favour, and made a move towards her, to greet and quite possibly embrace her. Stopping short a few paces, lips part and smile fading, for Lenore did not look approachable.
"Lenore. If I may, I should like to say just how utterly breathtaking you look." Lowering his head in a courteous bow as he held out for her the flowers and bottle. "A peace offering. Twelve white roses and virgins blood."
Lenore's eyes narrowed a little at the peace offering, not yet making any move to accept his gift. "Where did you of all people get virgin's blood? Here, especially. I can't really imagine you holding a child's neck to the bottle."
The stuff is notoriously hard to source, and Lenore's aware of how often it's asked for in Fangtasy. Probably, she thinks, it was Diva who sourced it, giving Adrian the bottle as a favor.
"A peace offering isn't necessary. We're not at war. My dominant keeps me supplied with flowers and libations aplenty. And you, well. Nestled as I was in the 'depths of your heart', I suppose it was easy to never think of me until it once again became appealing and convenient. Just drag a lid over the well of your heart and leave me in the shadows while you're busy... what? Moping? Being a dramatic little bitch?"
Her words are sour and leave an unfavorable taste in his mouth from the imagery. Alucard hadn't thought to ask where Diva obtained the blood of a virgin from, only that it was rare and apparently delicious. It was a risk, offering her gifts at all, as he assumed he might have ended up wearing the wine and having the flowers stuffed somewhere rather unpleasant. Deciding not to pass comment on the topic he simply remained holding out his gifts for her, in hopes she might grow tired of them being offered and finally take them.
"Aren't we? Then why does it feel as though I'm being attacked?" Trying not to sigh as finally he dropped his arms, his gifts hanging low in his grasp. Wincing his face as she spoke of the depths of his heart, of her only being convenient. She couldn't have been further from the truth. Alucard had sequestered himself away because of shame, it had taken a lot for him to return even knowing he would be unwelcomed.
"You're not wrong. Though I don't much care for your tone." Frowning at her before his expression once more falls soft towards her. "Lenore, I felt just awful, after everything that happened, be it in sane mind or under some curse of this place. Please, you can't assume I simply left you... Do you not or did you not feel anything for me? If not, then I feel such a fool..."
"Oh, you're going to guilt me as though you're the injured party here? As though my actions were the ones left in mystery? You messaged me on your device, so quite clearly you received my messages. The ones where I offered you comfort and reassurance, asked for your forgiveness, confessed my worries, begged you to give me at least some sign that you weren't hurt or in danger. You ask if I felt nothing for you? You have the proof of it there on your device. Please, feel free to take a moment and review my humiliation."
Sweeping past him, Lenore takes a seat on a stone bench nearby, skirts belling out around her to make it quite clear that this bench isn't large enough for two. "You don't much care for my tone. Is that so. How hard that must be for you."
Cold and scornful, Lenore waves a hand at him to gesture for him to proceed. "Go on, then. I didn't come for compliments and flowers. I came because you wanted to be heard out and apologize. I'd like to know what has kept you so busy for the past month and a half that you could not spare even a single moment to think 'oh, my, Lenore must be worried, let me take an instant to message her that I'm unharmed'. So let's hear this apology."
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Date: 2021-10-11 09:47 pm (UTC)lenore you know trevor?
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Date: 2021-10-11 10:27 pm (UTC)he was here before
he used to be friends with me but that was awhile ago...hes not a bad man
do you know alucard
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Date: 2021-10-11 10:38 pm (UTC)Like Belmont: only by reputation.
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Date: 2021-10-11 10:43 pm (UTC)he used to be here a long time ago
he was my first dominant
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Date: 2021-10-11 10:45 pm (UTC)how... long have you been here, diva?
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Date: 2022-01-16 08:46 pm (UTC)I know I am quite possibly the last person you would wish to hear from, however, I feel I simply must reach out to you all the same.
I do not know where to start, for I feel there is far too much, to begin with. So I'll say this before I do. I adore you, Lenore. Perhaps more than I should and more than I should be allowed to. Against your warnings and constant berating of me and my love for you, I still find you nestled away in the depth of my heart.
It is because of this that I feel so heavy in my guilt. I have wronged you my sweet, Lenore. On multiple accounts. Believe me, if you will though I feel it shan't matter much now that the damage has been done. But it was never my intention to hurt you.
Perhaps you were right all along. That I'm far too young to truly understand my feelings towards you, to understand how my actions towards you affect you. I never meant to ignore your messages, I needed some time alone, with my thoughts and feelings, I should have expressed this to you before leaving, I know that now.
All I ask is that you at the least, hear me out? Meet me for a talk, won't you? Let me apologize in person?
Yours fondly,
Adrian.
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Date: 2022-01-16 09:02 pm (UTC)action;
Date: 2022-01-16 09:24 pm (UTC)He'd been home since, and so was fresh from a shower (running hot water truly was amazing. Shame it didn't wash away how shitty he still felt.) Regardless, there he was, standing upright with that ridiculously perfect posture of his, one hand tucked behind his back respectfully, the other held a bouquet of white roses and an unlabeled bottle of something the deepest vermillion in colour. The fountain behind him lightly flowed and splashed the sides, though he paid it no mind. Uninterested by the fact the back of his long coat might have gotten a tad wet.
There was apprehension clear in his expression while he waited for her. Partly convinced that she wasn't going to show at all, which would serve him right of course, but there was a fear of it all the same which only solidified the fact in his mind that she meant something to him. Something special. Something he was afraid to truly lose.
Alucard's head hung low for a moment, tendrils of platinum blonde tumbled forward to curtain his face. His face that wore an expression of worry and hurt, as the longer he waited for her the more he became consumed with thoughts of her standing him up. ]
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Date: 2022-01-16 09:42 pm (UTC)It's over an hour before her little flurry of bats arrives and she drops to the ground some distance in front of him. She makes her approach like a queen, chin lifted and heels clacking primly with each step. Her blue and gold gown is reminiscent of the starry gown she wore to the hotel for their first real tryst, but this one is more tailored and regal compared to the whimsical sweetness of before. She wears her long white fur cloak from home over the gown, properly attired for the cold even though it doesn't much bother her, and a black veil that covers her entire upper body.
She stops in front of him, out of reach, and waits silently for him to speak first. She has allowed this audience, but will not deign to make the first sally.
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Date: 2022-01-16 11:11 pm (UTC)Alucard was about to turn and consider leaving when the fluttering of small wings on the wind caught his attention. Standing fast as she landed and appeared before him, a true vision of beauty. For a moment, Alucard almost forgot himself, forgot he was no longer in her favour, and made a move towards her, to greet and quite possibly embrace her. Stopping short a few paces, lips part and smile fading, for Lenore did not look approachable.
"Lenore. If I may, I should like to say just how utterly breathtaking you look." Lowering his head in a courteous bow as he held out for her the flowers and bottle. "A peace offering. Twelve white roses and virgins blood."
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Date: 2022-01-16 11:20 pm (UTC)The stuff is notoriously hard to source, and Lenore's aware of how often it's asked for in Fangtasy. Probably, she thinks, it was Diva who sourced it, giving Adrian the bottle as a favor.
"A peace offering isn't necessary. We're not at war. My dominant keeps me supplied with flowers and libations aplenty. And you, well. Nestled as I was in the 'depths of your heart', I suppose it was easy to never think of me until it once again became appealing and convenient. Just drag a lid over the well of your heart and leave me in the shadows while you're busy... what? Moping? Being a dramatic little bitch?"
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Date: 2022-01-17 12:34 am (UTC)"Aren't we? Then why does it feel as though I'm being attacked?" Trying not to sigh as finally he dropped his arms, his gifts hanging low in his grasp. Wincing his face as she spoke of the depths of his heart, of her only being convenient. She couldn't have been further from the truth. Alucard had sequestered himself away because of shame, it had taken a lot for him to return even knowing he would be unwelcomed.
"You're not wrong. Though I don't much care for your tone." Frowning at her before his expression once more falls soft towards her. "Lenore, I felt just awful, after everything that happened, be it in sane mind or under some curse of this place. Please, you can't assume I simply left you... Do you not or did you not feel anything for me? If not, then I feel such a fool..."
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Date: 2022-01-17 12:50 am (UTC)Sweeping past him, Lenore takes a seat on a stone bench nearby, skirts belling out around her to make it quite clear that this bench isn't large enough for two. "You don't much care for my tone. Is that so. How hard that must be for you."
Cold and scornful, Lenore waves a hand at him to gesture for him to proceed. "Go on, then. I didn't come for compliments and flowers. I came because you wanted to be heard out and apologize. I'd like to know what has kept you so busy for the past month and a half that you could not spare even a single moment to think 'oh, my, Lenore must be worried, let me take an instant to message her that I'm unharmed'. So let's hear this apology."
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Date: 2022-01-17 04:51 am (UTC)He sent me an eloquent apology which ... He's trying his best. He's sincere, but ... he's not used to thinking of the feelings of others.
I've agreed to meet with him and 'hear him out'.
I don't know whether I'm going to yell at him or try to talk sense into him. Maybe both. Probably both.
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Date: 2022-01-17 04:53 am (UTC)He deserves both.
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