My Mother Said That I Was Holy. My Father Said That I Would Burn. MIKHAIL IC. - Tumblr Posts - Page 2

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 compared to the rest of the adults he usually came across. Then again, it didn't exactly take a genius to realize that a frail and petite Parisian child could not have caused THIS much damage on his own ( well, he could with his book but that wasn't the case here ).

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤHonestly, Mademoiselleㅤ—ㅤEtoilé looks after ME more than I look after her ! But okay, fine. She DID do it. She probably didn't LIKE the decorations. Sorry about that.ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤNow that he thought about it, it was those STRANGE DECORATIONS that had drawn him to that house in the first place. No ulterior motive had been in his mind at all for once; just the curiosity of WHAT those strange things had been for.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤWhat were those decorations even for anyway ? What kind of EVENT ?ㅤ❜

Her gaze moved down to the dog before right back up to the child, her arms still crossed in front of her chest. The answer from the child was expected. She probably would've said the same in his situation. A frustrated sigh passed her lips as she shook her head. All of this had been nothing but frustrating and slowly but surely time was running out and she wouldn't be able to keep on going like this, at least not as long as she didn't take care of all the things that were trying to ruin it.

" Did your dog do it?" Aurelia asked. If her thoughts would be confirmed, it would at least give her some closure on the situation, in this case. ( At least it weren't these cats trying to destroy her things, again. ) Plus she could ask the child to help with cleaning up as well as doing new ones in return for his dog destroying these decorations.

" If curses were real, I'm sure this entire event is cursed. It hasn't been the first time the decorations got destroyed. " She admitted, more to herself than to the child. " But why were you even there in the first place? Especially with your dog? You really should look out for it more. "

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ—ㅤ𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒚 he was getting out of this one. Too bad she wasn't a VAMPIRE or something that he could have just easily ' convinced ' her with his book. He would have felt bad about it anyway. He certainly did after he had used the book to manipulate Mademoiselle Domi.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤA glance was directed towards the small flock of butterflies lingering over the doors. Geez, she REALLY didn't want him leaving.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤYou didn't HAVE to lock the door, Mademoiselle !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤThe boy says with a pout on his face. But at least it looked like he had FINALLY surrendered to the woman. Hopefully there wouldn't be any unintended consequences. After all, his ' guardian ' wasn't the most welcoming person.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤOkay, fine. I guess if you're NOT going to let me out otherwise, I guess I'll let you walk me back !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤNext time, he was definitely going to THINK TWICE about walking into businesses !

He was certainly right she wouldn't take that excuse involving his dog either. Rather his explanation was met with a slight raise of her eyebrows and light flick of her tail. Even if he could rely on his dog, she really didn't want to be so irresponsible as she was taking whomever was supposed to be caring for him was.

"Well, despite my near equally short legs to yours I can happily walk quite far. And now knowing you get tired easily I couldn't possibly let you go home alone. Even with Etoilé being about to carry you." Charlotte was doing her best not to overstep too hard on scolding him, though she did wave her hand lightly in emphasis to her words, "So, I really must insist that I escort you back if you're rather far from home. Now no more little excuses, please."

She really wasn't going to let him give her too many more excuses, as she sent out a few other butterflies behind her to speed up locking up the shop. It rubbed her the wrong way to be irresponsible about him, and she wanted to better gauge the actual safety of the town. Escorting him was just not something she was going to be talked out of.

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒘. Was that progress ? Was that a good thing or a bad thing ? Nobody really ASKED him about those experiences or how he felt aside from Father. Aside from Father, only BROTHER knew about that pain. He wasn't really certain if he SHOULD answer the questionsㅤ—ㅤbut he didn't think he had a CHOICE in the matter either.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤW - Well, after my MOTHER died, I was taken to this weird place. It was all white and full of creepy people and they were supposed to be nice to meㅤ—ㅤbut they wound up hurting me a lot ! It was where I met BROTHERㅤ—ㅤand he said when I came, they had already hurt a lot of kids and that we were the only ones left . . .ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤJust telling that story already had him visibly shaking even MORE. Surely, this place was exactly the SAME ! Even the rooms were pretty SIMILAR ! As far as he knew, it was only a matter of TIME before he was hurt again.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤSo can I LEAVE now ? ! I can take care of myself !ㅤ❜

@indeliblepromise

 Kunikida froze in concern and confusion when he heard what the boy said. “What?”

Children usually did not react this badly when they hear hospital or orphanage unless they had a negative experience. He could understand why the boy could react negatively to the word, orphanage. Even though orphanages are supposed to be a place that cares for children, some orphanages abused their orphans. Atsushi was a good example of that.

But a hospital… Was he scared of needles? But still… a fear of needles should not have this strong of a reaction. He couldn’t help but think back to Yumeno. Yumeno also did not like doctors due to their experiences. Just the thought of an orphanage or doctors abusing a child infuriated him. Children were meant to be protected and mentored, not abused.

“Calm down. I promise you that nobody is going to hurt you.”

If there were adults who mistreated the boy’s trust, gaining his trust would be hard.

“Can you please explain what you mean by earlier? What did the hospital and doctors do to hurt you before?”

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤI'll have you know, ' CONVINCING ' and ' MANIPULATION ' aren't the same thing ! ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤBut PROBABLY NOT ! ㅤ❜

"No manipulation. That's off the table." Set the ground rules. "Oh, but--can Vanitas speak other languages besides French?"

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒍𝒆 of the rain quickly strengthened to an outright downpour just like that night, the boy hardly seemed to notice. Those blue moon hues could only stare at their kin, the SHOCK clearly visible on his face.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤWhat the hell was he SAYING ? Those very books; the relics that both blessed and cursed to their very fatesㅤ—ㅤhis brother really wanted BOTH of them ? !

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤWhat would he even be WITHOUT that book ? Nothing more than some poor, defenseless orphan that could easily be snatched up and subjected to pain and suffering yet again. And with nothing to give back; not even the promise of STAYING with him and helping their family return to those happy days, what giving up the Book of Vanitas even WORTH IT ?

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤThe answer was OBVIOUS.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤHow can you be so SELFISH ? ! You don't care about me or Father at all ! All you care about is your own stupid little self - righteous quest of erasing Father's existence and that STUPID VAMPIRE ! HOW COULD YOU ? ! ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤI'm NEVER going to give you the Book ! You're going to have to KILL ME if you want it so bad !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤHe had been defending himself the entire time too; after all, it was Brother that had started shooting FIRST. He had merely been holding Etoilé back the entire time. But now . . .

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤEtoilé, GET HIM !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤOn command, the metallic dog JUMPS; its sharpened steel maw ready to clamp down on ANYTHING fleshy and filled with blood.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ Vanitas, instead, had still only defended himself; but it seemed from the answer, Mikhail was throwing away the chance he had given him to avoid a sincerely unwanted ending. There was THE deep sadness in the depths of the brunet's eyes, and the blue moon would not leave him alone, indeed, it would not leave either of its two descendants alone, participating in the weeping in the sky. Streams of water began to tease the doctor, but there were more and more of them, and they came down ever stronger. In a moment, the rain went crazy, making a great roar as it slammed into its targets. Vanitas, who had never put the gun down, didn't seem to notice, even though, by dint of the blows, everything was sticking to him, his locks shining like dew-soaked leaves, his clothes, with his cloak still dropping from his right shoulder and his shirt fused with his candid skin.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❞ The dead do not resurrect, the comte de Saint Germain was only manipulating you. You are confusing reality. In any case, I cannot allow any more talk of it, nor, above all, can I allow anyone to stand in my way ·̲

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❞ Hand over the BOOK OF VANITAS to me ·̲

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꒰ྀི ✧ — @diverse-hearts-ocs asked: i guess i just want it to make some kind of sense. - Garth / Mikhail

↳ -: ˚ʚ ( random sentence prompts ━ from various tv shows, part 6. ) ɞ˚ :-

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤWhat do you MEAN ? With the Crimson vampires ? With the Comté ? With how stupid my BROTHER is sometimes ?ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 to mention. But it didn't matter. Nothing he said WOULD have made sense, wouldn't it ? That was really just how the world around them tended to be. The world never made any sense; it just liked hurting the two of them. Or maybe he was just LOOKING TOO HARD into what the man had written down.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤI doubt I could explain any of it really. But I can TRY, I suppose !ㅤ❜

꒰ྀི ✧ — @octtobcr asked: She shows up and puts a cape, that looked like little batwings at the end, around Misha's shoulders before taking a step back, crossing her arms and proudly looking at him. " Now you match in better with the other people here!" It wasn't much but she hadn't been able to find a lot of children's costumes that weren't just a white sheet one could put over their head.

↳ -: ˚ʚ ( Unprompted. ) ɞ˚ :-

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ𝑳𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 once the bat wings were fitted onto his backside. The costume did have a certain charm to it, he had to admit. Certainly, the wings looked and DEFINITELY functioned a lot better than the white sheets children just threw over their heads. But still, he couldn't help but be just a LITTLE BIT confused by the attire.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤIt looks GREAT, Mademoiselle Aurelia ! Butㅤ—ㅤwhat's the PURPOSE of the wings and the rest of the costumes ?ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤWas it about this ' HALLOWEEN ' thing ? He's heard of the DEAD rising during such an event butㅤ—ㅤclearly it wasn't exactly happening. He didn't see Father around anyway.

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍'𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒐 𝒆𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 on the mechanical dog. In fact, it would only run faster; as if hoping to lose the woman. Surely, a random woman couldn't manage to catch up to a machineㅤ—ㅤespecially if it was clearly built off of an animal already KNOWN for its running skills.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤThe canine doesn't stop; not until it reaches its presumed OWNER. With a small plop does the neatly decorated box of cake land on the ground before the child picks it up.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤThanks, Etoilé ! The packaging is REALLY pretty ! I bet the cake inside is even prettier ! It'd be almost a SHAME to eat it !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤHe didn't seem to take NOTICE of the other woman at all.

@indeliblepromise continued from [X]

No! What the hell was that thing? And why would it steal her cake like that? She hesitated for a moment, torn between the misery of knowing how much work she'd just put into baking that cake - and the fear at the fact it was a giant mechanical dog who'd been the one to take it from her in the first place. What was it with this city? So many strange things seemed to keep happening around her. Maybe she was cursed. Sighing, she hurried out from the shop and sprinted after the dog in question. "Get back here you dumb robo dog!"

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒊𝒅ㅤ—ㅤbut he wasn't EXACTLY buying the whole ' protocol ' thing. Customers like himself probably wouldn't be too happy if they were just LOCKED IN while they were eating ! He knew that he certainly wasn't. But there were definitely far bigger things to worry about.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤMaybe he would get lucky ! Maybe one of the maids that he knew his caretaker had would answer the door instead of him. But even then, how many people within the estate actually knew of his existence ? Not many; his caretaker had put a lot of effort into keeping him a SECRET after all.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤApprehensive thoughts were interrupted at the sight of the small stack of boxes. That was a large amount of treats; more than he was used to receiving or acquiring through ' gentle persuasion ' with his book. Geez, she was so niceㅤ—ㅤhe was REALLY hoping she didn't have to deal with that man.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤWow, thank you ! I'll be certain to visit AGAIN, Mademoiselle Lottie !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤNot with friends and family though. He didn't HAVE any friends and family at the moment. Now, he was hoping that this little mishap wouldn't cause him any problems in the matter of getting his family back. Or that his caretaker won't be mad at him.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤWell, he doesn't really have a choice but to more forward now. With that, he FOLLOWS the woman's lead as he steps through the doorway with his dog in tow.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤIt might be a bit of a walkㅤ—ㅤand I hope you don't mind DARK and CREEPY forests ?ㅤ❜

"Apologies, but it is protocol to stop other customers from meandering in when I'm closing. Just sit tight for a moment." She moved her hands like she was conducting an orchestra as she spoke, the butterflies now moving in a more organized fashion to speed up the cleaning. Some moved to draw the blinds and curtains, and others cleaned the tables with staggering efficiency.

It was only a few minutes before all the butterflies disappeared as their work was finished, and half of the lights in the building turned off when Charlotte snapped her fingers. An almost frightful display of her control over the interior of the business. If Mikhail had any questions before about her, she knew this display would cause more.

With most of the tasks sorted for closing, she made her way to the door with a butterfly carrying a string wrapped stack of two take out boxes behind her, "I put together a take away too with some of the other sweets you stared at in the bottom box. The top box has some assorted homemade dog treats; all made with dog safe ingredients." As she disclosed the contents of the string wrapped stack of boxes with a smile, the butterfly set it down on top of her open palm, "...Since I hope you'll visit again with friends and family."

She was trying to show she wasn't meaning to be too intimidating towards him, even if her actions were showing the certain measure of her firm opinions. His safety and happiness was paramount to her in the moment. She just struggled to know how to calm kids a lot of the time beyond her cooking and baking.

Opening the door with her free hand and holding it open, she gestured him to move with a tilt of her head, "Let's go, shall we?"

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑵 made Father suffer as they did, he no longer viewed vampires as nice people that saved his mother. Those vampires simply hated anyone that was DIFFERENT than them with no compassion for anyone else but their own kind. Father didn't deserve to be treated the way that they had been.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤBy that logic, he SHOULD have hated Monsieur Garth. He SHOULD have been disgusted by the display before him; especially with the BLOOD still clinging to the other's lips. A gruesome sight such as this should have TERRIFIED and REPULSED children such as himself after all.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤBut instead, he reaches out; GENTLY patting the other's head.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤHe's done this before with Mademoiselle Domi. Back then, he was only USING her to get his way and get his family back. Monsieur Garth and him were one and the same though; mere victims of this hellish world full of so many monsters. Even if he WANTED to hate Monsieur Garth, he couldn't.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤWe can stay here as LONG as you want, Monsieur Garth. We have to stick TOGETHER, after all.ㅤ❜

@indeliblepromise asked:

“ you can stay with me. i don’t mind. ” ( VNC Misha and Garth )

BITTERSWEET RP LINES

He paused, unsure if he should take him up on the offer or not, though the company would be nice - he was also quite aware of how much Misha disliked vampires - and Garth could only imagine the mess he was currently in, having just fed. Which was why he was as shaken up as he currently was, the woman's memories having flooded his mind, her world of pain still replaying before his eyes, a weak sound heard as he walked over and curled up against the childs side. He really was pathetic, wasn't he? He shouldn't be selfish like this, he shouldn't be making Misha have to deal with some dumb vampire who couldn't even feed correctly, couldn't even voice his pain, other than the weak whimpers that would sometimes escape the back of his throat. He was so darn tired of all of this - but it was never going to stop, was it? This was what he'd been made into, all he was useful for...he should be thankful that he was still useful....yet there he was, crying like a child.