Wake Up Soon And You Will Find Youre Not Alive Until Youre Ready To Die. MIKHAIL MAIN. - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰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 )
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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.