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""It is you who has angered me!""
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"You are powerless before me. Without a doubt, I will defeat you."
ooc. This is a non-selective roleplay account for Vanilla Ice,
an antagonist from Stardust Crusaders
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Reply to this comment for OOC or IC chat please! ♡
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please stop calling me gay
i touched a dick in high school once and it was just a little mistake
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Sorry bucko 😔
you tripped on the dick one too many times
now you have The Gay™
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i. Shigaraki is in a bad mood. He grumbles something to himself and looked around the new area he somehow ended up in, was this some sort of mix up when he and his teammates tried warping back to base? no it couldn't be, but then again he had no idea why or how he got here.
ii. just trying to think of it only made him more irritated, he decided to wonder around just to see what he might find here, maybe he'd find answers.
iii. god forbid for anybody who crosses shigaraki when he's in a bad mood.
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( I have this in my stash and i cant remember why?
i wanted to share it )
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ooc.
OH MY GOD SKJDHFJJ
that's Jotaro's last braincell trying to coexist with Vanilla's last one here
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( aa that explains it
he gotta climb up a tree to keep from him o save him
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ooc.
Yesss adfgkjg
He up there screaming as a last resort-- my poor dad, free h i m
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FINALLY
The nasty mans arrives!!!
Him and Cream are so cute, they don't deserve this
E v i l
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"ya know, i was gonna give you a nasty look, but then i realized that you had one already."
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"WH-!" "and you're quite the callous beast, hmm?"
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Today was definitely...out of the ordinary for the elite vampire. Unfortunately today, his beloved had fallen ill to an unexpected virus. As far as Kars knew, none of his servants were ill or could even fall ill due to the fact that they were merely no longer human. Perhaps it was one of the mortals Vanilla had consumed? Most likely since their blood was getting infused with his own. But how could he not tell? The stench the humans gave off their bodies would have surely been enough to let him know? Whatever the case maybe, it certainly didnt change the fact that Kars had to look after his bed written partner who was being a bit of a challenge since he wished to tend to the mansion.
As the time currently stood the pillarman was occupied with the task of making some type of medicine to help his lover get better. In their case, it was very uncommon, almost rare even for their kind to get sick but that didn’t mean that there was no hope either. Before the massacre, Kars’ tribe had experimented on their own kind for such cases like these to see what the best solution would be. Making special types of medicine from herbs, plants and even ones own blood was the tribe able to create something to help make any type of sickness vanish within a couple of days. And having memorized the exact formula did kars immediately get to work.
Making the elixir whilst still being right by his husbands side did the vampire finish it off by making a small wound on his wrist- letting the crimson substance fall into the grounded herbs as he mixed everything together until it was just the right consistency. And once it was all completed did kars make his way over to the bedside as he helped his lover sit up gently; holding the cup out to him.
“Drink this and you will feel much better In a couple of days. It may taste a little odd due to the herbs but it should go down rather smoothly. After that you will still remain in bed while I attend to the cleaning.”
He said quietly as his tone remained soft yet reassuring towards the other.
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"I have a question: why are you called Vanilla Ice?"
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❛❛ hahah ur so big and strapping hahah ❜❜
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gods of fitness remember when joseph told santana to be a model ??
Santana hadn't been in here for a while so it was a little weird coming back. He somewhat felt bitter about this place because of the others that dwell here. His kin might have moved on to other ruins - but with the lingering scent he can smell, he was doubting it.
He was here on 'business' reasons.
Well, he seemed to have been busy in Mexico this whole time. He actually ended up as a model in Mexico and now is working to get go international. To him it was something to get used to - all the lights and clothes, and attention. Santana wasn't one to complain. To him it was as close to being a modern god. It was a feeling he hadn't gotten in a while.
He was outside under the streetlight outside the hotel his manager booked for him. It was a busy few nights, but he managed to find a quiet night. He wore black dress pants that still looked bulky with his muscles. For his top, he had a black latin laced shirt - it appears to be his well known outfit.
Santana didn't move from the hotel wall looking down the streets to watch the street life down main street. He hadn't yet realized an old enemy come closer from down the street.
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ooc.
Ohhh my god
Santana just sat tf down and thought about it like "u know what im gonna do this"
The evening had been a rather mellow one for the vampire, his threaded movements throughout the cityscape mostly occupied with exploration, observation, and above all, hunting.
He had his eyes trailing over numerous pedestrians that passed him by, each more enticing than the next when he looked upon them... just as it appeared that his mind had finally settled on a target, something else had abruptly - rudely, intruded upon his senses... an unpleasant thing indeed.
He had stuttered in his steps, the people behind him almost colliding with his back as a few, loose curses were muttered-- Vanilla had barely heard them, his eyes narrowing with a growingly intense light while his lip began to curl. Almost instantly, recognition had clicked, and as he began to walk again, it became clear that the presence was growing closer... so close that the vampire's fingertips began to clench once he slipped by a singled hotel; he almost had missed Santana completely on a visual-- and he had nearly lept out of his skin once he registered the being residing mere feet away.
"..."
Vanilla made no attempt to hide the dreaded disgust that began to cloud his features, some straggling pedestrians even giving a double-take to the brooding that formed on his face; no attempt at greeting was offered.
"I see you're actually clothed for once.."
He was blunt while he spoke, his distaste taking an abrupt surge to the tip of his tongue.
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gods of fitness
he will be the sexiest model and he will be loved
Santana picked his scent up too late by the time he paid attention to it he's already spotted and the creature had already spoken. Instead of snapping his head that way to shoot him a snarl in return, he calmly turns his head to give him somewhat of an aloof stare. He hoped he would never run into this man again and as much as he wanted to physically throw him into the gutter he can't act out now with this business.
"Hmph....and I see you're still wondering the streets for scraps."
he returns with a short huff. His face lacked much interest. He did wonder how the others are doing. Are they asleep or have they still decided to stay here in this boring city?
"Is your master not feeding you?"
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ooc.
Omg he's like those really beautiful cats that they take pictures of, and every time the light flashes, he just immediately start looking around like: :0
Beyond the pure distaste carved upon the creature's face, there was the evident glow of confusion too. His attire was surprising- even Vanilla himself couldn't help but admire the style. Where had this sudden change come from?
Flicking his gaze back up, the vampire boldly shifted to fold his arms over his broad chest, his lips forming a thin line before a thin snarl broke out.
"Hmph-..."
The nerve of him... coming from a man who he saw rummaging about in nothing more than a dirty loincloth. With a idle shift of his stance, Vanilla had allowed himself to rise a few inches taller. He wouldn't allow the other to run him down in his approach.
"Are you telling me you don't either-?"
He quirked his brows as Santana went on, his palms tightening their grip somewhat over either bicep. He spoke as if he were dealing with some kind of rampant mutt. Vanilla scoffed quietly.
"That is not his responsibility. I am doing just fine."
His distaste for this being only grew each time their paths crossed. It wouldn't have taken much to provoke him further, even when they were in the public eye. He gave a light sneer.
"What about you? Are you pretending to be one of them now-? One of the people?"
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gods of fitness he doesn't care about all the people who wants to pet him and give him treats - but he gets ShOOK when lights flash.
Santana, still had somewhat of a primal flare with his look. That was because the manager and the community like it. the producers of the modeling industry liked the beast like look he had - not questioning the horns or the tattoos; with the new styles coming out in modern day they assumed they were fake or even surgically put there for unique. The ran with it. Being 'wild' and tribal' was his theme. They have simply glamourized it cleaning him up. He thanked his kind's attributes fr the way he looked.
He simply huffed.
"I wouldn't of been a mutt if I was still in their care. I am in my own care. "
"As for the humans, I have entered a position where I can be as close to a modern god - an idol in their eyes. I would say they have their special tastes I do admire. However I am not pretending. They are ignorant to what I am; no less."
As long as they get profit and more people to ogle him, he doesn't care. He wanted to stop being so stuck in that stage of feeling angry for what happened to him in this stupid city, and how wronged he was. Forget his old life, and forget the 'high and mighty' masters that raised him.
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The vampire had given a faint cant of his head while he observed his enemy, those lavender eyes unwavering in their undermining glower. It was clear he had come to completely adopt his leader's scorn and dismissal towards the youthful creature, his lips curling into a faint sneer at that offhanded comment.
"Had you carried yourself in a less piteous way, you may still be in their care-"
His jeer was cut short while Santana carried on with that blunt explanation, his serpant-like gaze shifting into a more scrutinizing frown. An idol? Did that account for the select attire. It took a few moments for the vampire to process it, but it wasn't long before a purred rumble of amusement caught in his chest. Had he taken to the camera now? Vanilla couldn't begin to fathom how it came about.
Folding his arms neatly over his chest, he straightened his posture.
"A modern god-? Hm hm-- that's quite the way to word it."
"I believe it is them who is reaping the true rewards of it-"
Were they simply using the young pillarman's unique appearance to make their own gain? It wouldn't surprise the vampire. A dismissive gesture was passed under a gloved hand, his brows quirking idly.
"You have become nothing more than a money well... for humans no less-"
"I'm sure you kin would be fascinated to hear it."
His voice was matter-of-fact, but the buried scorn was undeniable.
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Santana glares over at him this time. He hated the fact that was brought up. He wanted to forget them. He hoped he wouldn't have met up with the man. He should have stayed indoors.
He liked the fame he's got. He cared little for the money and he was aware of the greed that overtook humans. If they wanted to, they can force him into so many things and drama with how other models there had talked about. If it came to that he can rebel. He was not a man to be bent. If there ever became an end to the career, he had no problems with leaving. He was known by commoners and he already had been housed and had riches.
"I am aware of the greed humans wallow in. I know the pathetic positions they put themselves in to stir up pointless 'trouble'. I have made it clear I have nothing to do with that. My colleague is aware. I have followers who are fine with me."
By followers he means fans supposedly. They gave him the praise and admiration he hadn't gotten. It wasn't the best place to find this praise but it was somewhere.
"You think I care about what they say? They have already shamed me. You want to see them mock me and pity me further don't you"
"Is it really the only joy you have?"
he hissed at him. He knew the man wanted him to suffer.
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The vampire didn't waver under that sharp glare that was sent his way, his arms remaining firmly folded as he gave an idle quirk of his thick brows.
Even before his own resurrection, Vanilla had held little fondness or faith towards the function of man. He knew of use and abuse in all its forms, psychological and materialistic, and to break away from it was what had finally given his dark, hateful thoughts their time to flourish; It was truly liberating to instead serve under creatures that soared high and far above it.
Seeing Santana instead attempt to comply under these despised human functions was a strange thing indeed.
"And you expect they shall keep their word? That is optimistic indeed."
"Their greed is not to be underestimated. They will take others gifts and crush them for everything they can get, they will only press harder once the well begins to run dry."
His voice was unexpectedly harsh the longer it ran, his palms clutching harshly over either bicep. Already, he seemed convinced of Santana's downfall, the youth's words only being met with criticism or scorn each time he went to speak.
He gave a low hiss of his tongue once Santana had rounded on him, his legs reaffirming a strong stance on the pavement as he narrowed his eyes down to cruel slants.
"I know you do, I'm not blind. I saw your pitiful attempts to slide back amongst their ranks."
He gave a pause, his arms finally unfolding while he came to process the pillarman's hissed comment. There was a dark glimmer to his eyes.
"Truthfully, your presence is insufferable to me. I only care to see you suffer for when you dare present it here."
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Santana briefly looked either way down the dark streets or towards the hotel he was at. Simply killing was not a way to go about these days for power. Not yet.
He also couldn't do much but snap at the vampire. It was hard to without wanting to force him out of his face. He was a pest that was too dull to just shoo away.
"You think I don't know how humans seek profit in anything? That has not changed for ages. I play them under their noses...leaving me, and they never see the light again."
"Besides...I believe I still have advantages. Even if the public tires of me, their lives are short and they have no power."
He knew the cons of this stuff. But this was better than roaming around aimlessly in the wilds. He thought that it was either a long hibernation or branching out into the world now that it was inescapable. He forgot about the guardian that had callously abandoned him, the humans that had woke him up before. It took his mind off of any troubles depression, anger, or stresses. Seeing this pest only made it all boil in him.
"That 'care' is mutual but I have suffered enough and I suffer no more. I was blinded by denial then and it had been a wound I had trouble to mend...after being away from him, I see following him was a mistake. He raised me yes, but now he doesn't own me nor do I live up to his demands.His goals are not possible. I see why our species had doubted him. He is a mad fool."
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ooc.
vanilla = miss
I guess they really never miss, dO they 😔👊
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Captured and bound idk where I found this, but I found it looking for Kira memes:
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everyitme I read your username I keep imagining some serial killer whispering 'ice ice, baby' in the dark before killing his victim
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ooc.
PFFffffF gOD--
i mean, that would honestly be a pretty good skit to summarise this character
close enough to what you were imagining, right?
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Omg nooooo
NOoooooOOO it's actually spot oN
It's so creepy too
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ooc.
C U R S E D
Jojo fans read your mind
I'm so glad that the scariest, most brooding character in this series got the name vanilla ice
Nobody gets the chance to laugh bc they're too busy running for their lives
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I'm shook it must be because of atum
He's Buff I'm terrified
But imagine that one person, that One obnoxious person pausing to take it all in
"so why are you called vanilla ice"
"is it because you make vanilla ice cubes?
Or do you enjoy your coffee with vanilla?"
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ooc.
Ohh boy- atum taking one look at your brain and its just screeching and ice ice baby
My big chonky boy- what he has in size, he lacks in brain power 😔
G o d i do love it when he interacts with a muse like that
Vanilla is always just completely outraged like "?? How dare you?? My name is perfectly fine??"
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Accurate description, I recommend for psychic readings
Look on the bright side, at least moto moto likes him ;^)
With a hand over his chest and all but said person doesn't care one bit
"OH and why do you go around half naked do you feel hot all the time"
(on a sidenote, I think I rp'd with you before, am I wrong?)
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It seems we share the same braincells oh b oy- free us
OH GOD I GASPED IRL- vanilla big and chonkY 😩👌
H E WOuld, my dramatic boy-- anybody questions why he is named after a cursed rapped or had his buttcheeks out and he's just an ge ry-
(ahHH yes you did!! I think w/ one of my gorls? They are far less cursed than this mans)
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Maybe the ways of Jojo will help us unseal
I need somebody to do that I'm quaking
( gaspu yes I did I think it was hot pants! So good to hear from u again!!)
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Jojo is the essence that will either destroy us or preserve us forever and honestly either way is good
Omggg you're wishing death on some innocent person's muse who would be game enough to ask him
yES yes!! that was me!! i remember our rp and honestly it was so good--
My nun wife will always be 100x more powerful than this nasty mans
I did not die, i simply linger with this feral boy
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Sounds about right for a summary of the show i still can't get over kakyoin and okuyasu's obsession with their best friend's mom
I would do it if my character was blunt enough - she is but like,,, she's not as audacious
omgg yaaassss it was fun but I was too lazy to continue I'm sorry omf
Obviously....... Nun wife beats this firece diva
HE LIVES IN YOU, HE LIVES IN ME
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A very cursed land-- g o d you know the fiction wild when that isn't even the most strange aspect of everything else going on in this show
Your character is saved from his wrath (maybe) bc shes just not that game-- she can silently pass her judgements
yes!! Thats okay fam my muse for her was kinda wavering anyway, plus i write too much so i pbly just set your inbox on fire
YESSS she has so many braincells in comparison to him-- just, hes such a stupid bully, i enjoy writing him too much
OH GOD I HOPE HE DONT LIVE IN US FR
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One whole year. One whole single year since these two last interacted with one another due to Kars’ unexpected slumber once again. For some odd reason, the vampire had to rest a lot more than what he usually thought. Why was that...?
Currently within the kingdoms walls did the ancient being finally awake from that long deep slumber once again. Ruby orbs had finally cracked open ever so slowly to look around about his surroundings. Nothing had changed this past year so it had seemed...Pushing himself up with his arm gently did the vampire sit on the bed to only let his legs drape over to the side as he rose up to his full menacing height. Sniffing the air ever so slightly did Kars try to immediately pinpoint if he was still here. The one other soul that he had promised to take care of no matter what the circumstances were. His husband,Vanilla Ice. Even after all this time, the ancient being was still able to recognize and catch onto the others scent, but it was extremely faint due to the lack of contact...
Once locking onto the precise location of where the other man was did the leader slowly start to make his way towards him until his scent grew stronger and stronger until finally; he had found him. Red orbs locked onto the others familiars face and figure as he merely stared quietly at his beloved. For once Kars was slightly concerned...after all this time, did what they share in the past extinguish due to his slumber? Did vanilla resent him for disappearing without warning? More importantly, Would vanilla even acknowledge his presence now? Unsure of what to do did Kars only observe his lover silently as he stood there strongly at the threshold waiting for any sort of sign to go ahead and make amends with his companion....
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The preceding months of his isolation had been far from fruitful for Vanilla, his presence seemingly preserved in silent wait for something. He could not hibernate in his own skin as the Pillarmen did, yet, with his own, limited engagement with the world outside made it seem almost as if he were attempting to mimic as Kars did; the year had certainly dragged on indeed.
The only times Vanilla had bothered to venture out beyond his silent vigil was to do little more than feed or work. Dust hadn't been given the chance to gather within these walls, not when all the vampire would do was clean over the same surfaces in a repetitive fashion. He seemed so caught up in his self-made prison that the presence of that second, resting body drawing back to life didn't seem to occur to him; he hadn't dared venture into Kars' quarters once, after all-- it would have been unthinkable to disturb such a creature while he slept.
By the time the newly awakened being had begun his silent approach through the corridors, Vanilla had seemingly decided to take up a seat in one of the empty chambers. His leg had folded across his lap while one hand perched gently under his chin, its partner occupied with the repetitive, circular motions of wiping down the table by his side. He would occasionally glance out the window, but otherwise his gaze had remained vacant... that was until he registered the presence of a second figure in the room.
In an instant, his head had snapped around, his long, lilac locks flowing like a silken blanket across his shoulders while those lavender eyes had begun to grow impossibly wide; they were like two saucers that captured the unexpected image of the being before him.
He had opened his mouth slightly to speak, but no words fell free. Pausing, he swallowed dryly as he began to warily rise to his feet. He looked bewildered, as if he had just seen a ghost... yet strangely, there seemed to be relief there too.
"Lo-... Kars-?..."
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It was as if nothing had really changed within these walls. Of course the ancient man knew that his partner had a knack for keeping things absolutely spotless but this- this time he had really outdone himself. But then again what else was one to do when your other half was in such a long deep slumber? One could only hope that vanilla did not overwork himself for keeping such a place in great condition despite its horrid appearance on the outside.
When his beloved had finally spotted him did Kars merely remain where he stood. Ruby orbs finally meeting that lavender gaze he so desperately fell in love with. Seeing the others reaction however did the vampire slowly lower his head before rising it once again to give him a faint nod to show that it was truly himself that the other was gazing upon. Of course nobody else could match or look the part of this elegant being. Kars was the one and only after all. Parting his lips slightly did the vampire finally decide to break this awkward feeling inside of him.
“Allow me to apologize. If I had known I was going to hibernate I would have made that aware to you long ago. But it just happened so suddenly that even I was not expecting it. I have no right to ask for your forgiveness, Vanilla Ice...but if you do forgive me, then please...”
Kars trailed off at that last sentence; raising both of his muscular arms that rested on his sides out infront of him to show a familiar gesture that he used to do all the time with his husband- the wedding ring on his finger glimmering faintly with the small amount of moonlight that shone brightly through the window.
“Come into my arms and let me embrace you once again...”
He finished off quietly as he waited for the other to make his decision, and whatever he chose, Kars would have no choice but to accept it.
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- By the time the vampire has moved back onto his feet, little change had come about within his state of shock. He had been uncertain of when he would see this being animated once more-- he had no window of time for prediction, yet, had been prepared to sit in that lonesome vigil with that weight of uncertainty; it was almost surreal for it to finally be broken.
"..."
Vanilla seemed to somewhat settle in his own skin once the other began to speak, his rounded eyes softening down to deeper, dilated hues while he processed each word. There was no glimmer of anger, nor judgment that the vampire had carried towards his partner, his fists balling gently by his sides while he watched either of those long, powerful arms reach out in an offering gesture.
His eye had briefly wandered down to the glint of light that caught upon the golden arch along Kars' ring finger-- at once, Vanilla felt his chest tighten. His own, matching once still sat around his own hand, its weight heavy now while his focus drifted... The leader hadn't removed it, not even while he slumbered-- a truly warming gesture to his stranded other.
There had been no words uttered on Vanilla's end once his boots had began to cross over the stone once again, his strides measured but willing while his broad frame had began to weave in between open arms. The relief came like a breath of fresh air once Vanilla's chest came to press securely against the pillarman's front, his eyes falling shut as his head began to sink into that wild mess of locks that cushioned Kars' shoulder and neck. They were warm and soft -- a feather-soft tangle that seemed to take the vampire's head in without any resistance. Lips parted slightly to allow that familar, comforting scent to flow through Vanilla's throat, his features softening while his palms had reached up to rest softly around his partner' waist. It was apparent that the vampire was completely entraced in such gentle contact, his forearms releasing their seemingly endless tension from over the past year. A quiet breth was the first thing to ruffle over Kars' hair.
"... You needn't ask for my forgiveness... Kars-"
He mumbled the words softly, his nose burying further down into the dip of his shoulder in that gesture of complete, dependant trust.
"I knew you would return..."
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Those eyes were watching ever so carefully when Vanilla had finally began to make his way towards the other. Those seconds felt like long awaited minutes at first but when the two men had finally made contact with one another- any other shred of doubt had completely been washed away from Kars’ mind.
Now within his grasp did the vampire slowly wrap his arms around his lovers mid back as he kept him close to his broad frame; red orbs falling shut briefly as he started to take in his scent after such a long time of being parted from him. Nothing about him had truly changed- he was still the same man Kars had fallen for long ago...
Basking in the others scent and presence once again did the vampire break the contact briefly to have vanilla be face to face with him once again. But yet that didn’t last long either as the male did a familiar gesture that the both of them knew they both admired. Leaning his head forward did Kars gently press their foreheads together gently as he let a small smile come over his features at the other males statement.
“I made you a promise long ago, I would never leave your side no matter how bad the situation may be. My body may have been unreactive but my conscious was constantly thinking about you. That is why I was finally able to awake after so long.”
He explained softly as he stared into the lavender orbs before him; his grip tightening ever so slightly around his partner gently as he enjoyed their long embrace.
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ooc.
I am genuinely disappointed that Vanilla wasn't alive to hear 'Single Ladies'
i feel like he would have gone ham hearing it
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Genetically Inclining. Here you are! If you don't like your starter you may ask for another one!
👓. Leonard didn't usually find himself roaming around town in nighttime.
👓. But an order he'd need for his job was running late and he was out of town.
👓. Surely, he'd be alright for the time being waiting for what he needed.
👓. He didn't have a problem with staying out during nighttime, not at all.
👓. He just.. Worried about his friend at home.
👓. Their physical and psychological state was engraved into Leonard's mind.
👓. But for now, Leonard would just have to kill time and explore the town he was in.
👓. He'd distract his mind in order to prevent himself from being so stressed.
👓. Maybe there was a store around here where he'd grab a coffee in the meantime. That'd help a bunch for sure.
👓. While his thoughts were clouding his mind he'd find himself practically crashing into the person in front of him.
"I'm so terribly sorry about that sir!"
"I should really be paying more attention to my actions. . . "
👓. Leonard would proceed to apologize skittishly.
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