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“Percy…” he said, his eyes never leaving Elizabeth. “Er, yes, Viscount?” “Piss off, there’s a good chap.”
“But Counsels are supposed to be old,” Nathan protested, dragging his fingers through his hair until it stood on end. “I’m not even seventy yet.
mood
Vampires weren’t allowed to engage properly in politics. It had been deemed too unfair to all the other soulless bloodsucking parasites attempting to manipulate the government.
Sometimes he forgot how easy it was to see how things ought to be when you had nothing ahead of you but time. Time and the weight of too much history dragging at your heels. And history was repeating itself with alarming alacrity.
Vlad, heedless of the outline of kohl around his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose.
Black eyeliner is the uniform of all vampires who serve cunt. ...so all vampires
“Is that your way of subtly trying to inform me that Viscount Blutstein is a vampire?” “Nossir,” Fiddildy replied smartly as he followed Nathan out into the watery afternoon sunlight. “That’s my way of subtly trying to tell you he’s a drunk. But good guess on him being a vampire, sir.”
The vampire gave a droll chuckle, glancing up at Nathan from under thick lashes. His eyes were so dark as to almost be entirely black, an effect he chose to emphasize by lining them with kohl. It was a good look. Nathan tried desperately to focus on something else, anything else, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away.
You met all of two minutes ago and youre already smitten bc of his babydoll eyes and handsome face? Dear god Nathan you are down BAD
“Ah, but listen to me ramble when I’m sure you want to get settled in.” He leaned over his desk, causing several neurons in Nathan’s brain to misfire
Nathan waited for several seconds, then threw the bolts in place and leaned back against the door heavily. His face felt like it was on fire, and there was a pleasant heat churning low in the pit of his stomach. He sighed explosively, letting his head tip back on his shoulders, wincing when it thudded against the door. He’d always had a weakness for a pretty face, but the Gods were testing him with this one.
Local man gets horny for the first time in years
“The balls have always been held by the men in this family. And—oh my dears, are you all right? You appear to be choking.”
Lounged sideways across the chair normally reserved for his father, Vlad had managed to achieve the sort of languid sprawl only used by cats and other paradoxical creatures capable of existing both as a liquid and solid matter all at once. Taking
He wasn’t used to people paying attention to him. Oh, people noticed the Viscount all the time, but they rarely ever saw Vlad. And they certainly didn’t track his movements in a way that left him feeling exposed and vaguely hunted and wondering just what exactly was wrong with himself that he found the sensation of being prey enjoyable.
Okay slut
Vlad rolled his neck and glanced up to the ceiling so he wouldn’t have to keep meeting the intensity of that gaze.
OKAY SLUT
he keeps doing that like omggggg
Vlad, who had definitely heard of lunar madness, and had absolutely thought it was a thing, replied, “I didn’t think it was.”
The plant that kills us is toxicoscordion venenosum, or death camas if you prefer. The flowers look just like garlic. Peasants would watch the hunters using it and mistook the two things. You’d see them walking around the streets of Blutveria wearing garlands around their necks.” “Didn’t anyone correct them?” Vlad looked up, quirking an eyebrow at him, his fangs bared in a rare, full smile. “Would you stop your food from seasoning itself?”
It was all just so frustratingly simple. The government needed to stop levying crippling taxes on the lower classes, they needed to stop waging wars they couldn’t win, and they needed to focus their efforts on relief aid. It was plain as day. They needed to just… do the right thing. The problem was, they just kept choosing to do the wrong thing, over and over, and then they had the audacity to act surprised when the working classes kept finding novel ways to liberate the ruling classes of their heads.
too distracted by the man in front of him to think straight.
Everything Madame Jenee says always comes true.” “Most things,” Riya admitted, giving Kitty an apologetic look. “Sometimes I think she likes to tease people. Once, she told Vlad he was going to get married and have lots of children.
Foreshadowing is a literary device...
“Don’t be a prude.” “I’m not. You just appear to have gotten dressed in a dark room. Possibly while concussed. I’m concerned, Jenee. This is my concerned face.”
“Are you married, Captain?” “No.” “You will be. Twice, in fact. Two great loves in a single lifetime. How terribly romantic of you. I see… family too. Great joy, success. Hardship…” She blinked, her eyes growing suddenly bright with unshed tears. “Heartache. You’re going to grieve a great deal. I’m so sorry.”
Foresadowing is a literary device...
A giant ‘X’ crossed the bottom of the cup. Not a single leaf out of place. That never happened. “What?” she demanded. Reaching for her tainted deck of cards, she pulled the first one from the top. An ‘X’ wasn’t a love symbol. It was a symbol of… she flipped the card over. Death.
Foreshadowing is a literary device…
The cards flew through the air, arranging themselves into an unfamiliar formation. Endless spirals of Death stared back at her. The hollow visage repeated over and over into infinity. Searing into her mind’s eye. Filling her with dread. And the single card in the middle: The Lovers. A trio joined. Embracing amidst the sea of darkness.
Nathan drew in a shuddering breath, realizing what had happened. Battle sickness, the physicians had called it. Every soldier had it to some degree, though few talked about it. Nathan had thought the worst of his waking nightmares were over, but apparently they were not.
“It’s all right; it happens. Okay? You don’t have to hide… that… from me.” He smiled sadly, and Nathan knew on some level the vampire understood. “You’re not the only one here with a head full of broken glass.”
“Well, I’m afraid I left my cuffs in my other jacket, so I’ll have to let you off with a warning.” “Shame, I’ve never been handcuffed before. It might have made for a fun experience.” “Oh, I find that hard to believe,”
But Vlad had always struggled with words. It was like everyone else around him was reading from a social schema he couldn’t see.
Autistic Vlad ily. Now pussy up and kiss that wolf man
“I invited you here for a drink. Are you thirsty?” “Only since the first moment I met you.”
GAWDDAMN NATHAN YOU SMOOTH WHORE
“Is this okay?” he murmured, glancing questioningly to Vlad’s mouth. Vlad nodded, parting his lips as the werewolf closed the distance between them and kissed him.
GAY! Now... Dont be fucking cowards and fuck
When the silence and the steady tick of the clock above the mantle became unbearable, Vlad opened his mouth. “I don’t know what I did wrong but—” “You did nothing wrong,” Nathan soothed,
POV you are so down bad but also just have so many abandonment issues that your (future) dom has to clear your panicked head first
“Vlad,” Nathan began hesitantly, “has… has no one ever asked you this before?”
OF COURSE NO ONE HAS HES BEN IN AN ABUSIVE SITUATION SHIP FOR DECADES TO CENTURIES
Nathan eyed him for several long moments, then tipped his head to the side with a thoughtful cluck of his tongue. “I think you’re the type who wants the reward of being obedient, but you’ll dig your heels in every inch of the way just to be contrary about it. I also think you’ll act out just to get a response, even if that response is a quick smack on the arse. Does that sound about right?”
Brat Vlad ily
(i have GOT to stop relating to you bro)
When asked to go home, he’d upended the fried fish supper he’d been eating over Corporal Irian’s head and subsequently been charged with salting an officer with battery. It
Joy... When i find you..... This is criminal
“You should take the new train line,” Vlad mumbled, pressing into Nathan’s side again and snuggling close to his chest. “It’d cut your travel time in half.” “Maybe,” Nathan said, scratching idle fingers against the nape of Vlad’s neck and making him shiver. “Might try it on my way home, see how it compares.” Vlad frowned; sleep tugged hazily at his thoughts again, but he was still aware enough to know that Nathan had misspoken. “You mean on your way back to Eyrie…” “That’s what I said,” Nathan replied, wrapping Vlad up in his arms and holding him close as the vampire slipped back into
...more
“Now, where’s this princess of yours?” “Over there!” Nila pointed. Nathan followed the line of her finger. His gaze landed on a regal figure of a woman draped in a fur-trimmed cloak, gazing around the courtyard. “Oh, wow.” Nathan understood why Nila had mistaken her for a princess. She was, quite possibly, one of the most beautiful people he’d ever seen.
Welcome Ursula, to the main storyline of the book, it only took 400 pages
Miles gave him a reproachful nudge. “She’s a bit of all right, though,” he said, eyeing the young woman next to the werebear openly. “If you like that sort of thing.” “What sort of thing would that be? Stunningly gorgeous?” Miles made a derisive sound in the back of his throat. “I wouldn’t go that far. She’s a little dark for my liking. But then I suppose you spent all that time slumming it in the desert, so you’re probably used to lowering your standards.”
Miles... Ill kill you
He was like the cat that satisfaction had brought back, just undead and only slightly less prone to knocking things off of flat surfaces to get attention.
“Unless you want to try your luck sneaking in with me.” Ursula and Nathan exchanged a look. The werewolf shrugged. “Why not? I’ve got nothing better to do.” “No, wait,” Vlad began, “I didn’t actually mean…” “Sounds like fun.” Ursula grinned, a wild, feral expression, and Vlad realized with no small amount of certainty that he was about to get banned from the Royal College of Science for life. Or at least someone’s life.
Oh god Vlad what are you getting yourself into?
And so it was that a vampire, a witch, and a werewolf managed to walk down the street together unnoticed.
“I’ll let you know if I find one. You’ll hear me screaming, on account of having just found a head in the library.”
he trailed off, his eyes growing wide as he gripped Nathan’s arm reflexively. “Nathan, I need you to promise you’ll reprimand me very firmly later on for what I’m about to do.” The werewolf frowned at him, puzzled. “Okay. Why? What are you about to do?” Vlad grinned. “I’m about to be very loud in a library! We found it!” His voice echoed through the cavernous space.
BRAT BEHAVIOR
It took a lot to make the werewolf blush.
Does it though? Bc i swear Nathan has been turning pink every tenth page
