Finally updated my affiliation status seeing that Hiraeth is effectively dead ( so am I tbh-- ) That being said!! I have 3 threads to reply to in my drafts so I’ll try and get to that soon, I miss RPing tbh, school is murdering me but I still!! wanna write!! 

hcrrcrstcry:

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Footsteps that were not of his own followed him, the sensation of her hand on his shoulder still fresh in his mind as he ran. Why was she following him? Surely, he was nothing more than a cruel reminder of a horrible memory that she would have wanted to leave behind, so why was she running after him? It was inexplicable. Pleading words that tugged at his heart strings, planting seeds of doubt in his certainty of the decision he had decided to follow through with, lips pulling into a thin line.

Wait. She cried, breathlessly. Still running after him. Please stop! Why was she running after the nightmare? He did not understand. He could not understand. 

His own footsteps slowed, eventually coming to a stop. Harsh breaths escaped his lips, as he still refused to turn around, to face her. Beyond the sound of his breath, there was nothing else but silence, not a word spoken by the blond even now. 

Because he did not know what to do. 

hcrrcrstcry:

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The sensation of someone having placed their hand on his shoulder elicited an instinctive flinch from him, almost followed by the want to identify the culprit-- when his mind registered the familiar tone and he froze.

It was her.  What was she doing here? He had thought that they would have fled further away from this small town. Clearly, he was wrong.

Her words were not given a verbal response, only the halt in his steps indicating any sort of acknowledgement of having heard her. Should he turn around and face the result of his carelessness, bracing himself for whatever consequences that would come? Did he want to reenter her life only to be a constant reminder of that night, dragging down those that wished to move forward?

He had made his decision on the day he had escaped the soaring flames that he had created, with the intention to burn down all that remained. 

He ran.

&& unforeseen.

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It had only been a few days since he had come to this mansion, and it was strange how at peace he had come to feel here. The routine of helping Monika as a servant of the mansion, completing each and every request that she asked of him-- whether it was simple tasks like preparing the dining room for dinner, cleaning up and ensuring that the mansion was well kept... Some may have considered the fact that he was considered a servant to be cruel treatment, but to the blond it was a luxury to the highest degree. 

What was setting several plates of food down on a dining table in comparison of such an act of kindness? Nothing that was worthy of any sort of complaint, seeing that he was given the luxury of food to eat, a place to sleep and a reason to wake up each day. Eyes that had always held a sense of bleakness since, had slowly start regaining life, the slightest of smiles being allowed to pull at his lips on a rare occasion. 

There were.. certain things that Dio found strange, several rules that had been given to the servants of the mansion, specifically given by Alfred Drevis, Monika’s husband and the master of the mansion. Granted, he had no reason to go out his way in disobeying said rules, but they still lingered at the back of his mind, questions arising every so often in regards of them. Yet within those rules, there appeared to be a single unspoken rule: to not reveal themselves before the young mistress under any circumstances. 

Alfred made his disapproval of servants going anywhere near his daughter rather apparent, some servants that had wished to befriend or serve as company to the young girl simply... disappeared, after doing so. The blond was aware of such happenings, but the trust and loyalty that he had towards Monika made it easy for him to cast his doubts away. Utterly engrossed in his thoughts, it would be of no surprise if he were to not notice the approaching presence of another, would it not?

fxtelism:

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Ahhh. How deafening it was, for so many of those that remained at unrest to be constantly speaking altogether, unpleasant wails and cries that turned it all into a realm of eternal sound. His only eye remained lidded, a soft exhalation escaping his lips amidst all of the noise and darkness, a strange sort of familiarity beginning to rise within him. How long had it been since he had remained in this plain of existence, left to wander among the countless souls that remained trapped within these grounds? It was no wonder that he could sense even the slightest stirring of those around him upon the appearance of some pitiful soul wandering upon the entrance of those cursed grounds, finally opening his eye and allowing his gaze to settle upon the figure. 

The tiredness he felt seemed to leave all at once upon yet another sense of familiarity to settle within him-- though this one was soon followed by recognition. A person that he had come to trust and along with him, witnessed the final moments of his beloved sister.. the last human that he had came in contact with after getting involved with this godforsaken family. The one that had taken not only his life, but his sister’s as well could hardly be considered human, after all. What had been his entire world for weeks, months now gave way to light, as he seemingly took on an incorporeal form that stood before the mansion, the name of the person before him emerging from his lips. “ ... Leon? ”

artistetrapped:

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A sketchbook? Hardly what the blond had expected someone to be scrounging around the streets for in the middle of the night... though, considering the individual before him, it did not seem too farfetched. A small part of him was more than happy to oblige with aiding for the search of this stranger’s sketchbook, yet he instinctively took a step backward upon being approached. This person seemed harmless enough, but he knew better than to judge by appearances, having made the mistake of doing so nce. And once was already one too many. 

He could feel the other’s gaze as the stains on his shirt were noticed, an inquiry soon to follow-- one that was innocent enough, but caused Dio to stiffen in response. This was why he had chosen only to move around during the night, to avoid the scathing looks that came from uninvited attention, to avoid the overly curious that did not comprehend the concept of privacy. Hence the question was ignored in its entirety, as he instead, gave an inquiry of his own. “ I suggest that you look for it in the morning. The streets at night can be dangerous. ” A warning of sorts, though it was not a lie of any kind. There were other denizens of the night that were not as kind as he was, after all. 

kvetas:

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Granted, there was the potential oversight that the book this child wanted was just as out of reach for Dio as it was for him, but thankfully enough, that did not appear to be the case. Odd-coloured eyes followed the other’s gaze, before reaching up to retrieve the red book with relative ease. How curious, that a child as young as he was alone and without a guardian to help him with such a menial task, but who was he to judge? It was most likely that the difference in their ages were nothing more than a few years, and he did not have a guardian to speak of either. 

“ What’s it about? ” Was the question that followed as Dio passed him the book, curiousity getting the better of him. Perhaps it would be of the young mistress’ interests as well? 

artistetrapped:

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Bustling streets, people hurrying along the cobblestone roads, conversations that overlapped one another into discernible noise. A norm for even the small town that he was a small, hidden part of, but a norm that he had to avoid. Times where passersby stared at him incredulously when he had gone about during daylight were innumerable, his attire that consisted of a cloak in hopes of appearing more inconspicuous, but doing the exact opposite. He had relented to the fact that it was most likely wiser to be active during the night, where the streets were quiet, not a soul up and about. 

It must have been due to the lowered visibility of the night that he had been so careless. Perhaps he had grown lax to the less vibrant nature of the town at night, and the silence that felt comforting in lieu of the clamor that came with the crowded streets. The second the blond heard the voice of another calling out to him, he tensed up and was on guard, his eye searching for its source as his mind registered the words that had been spoken... only to not quite understand all of it. Confusion aided in releasing some of the tension he initially had, his gaze settling upon the owner of the voice. “ .. I’m sorry, you’d like help in finding what, exactly..? ”

&& what remains.

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He always found himself back here.

It took time, but he had learned to occupy himself. Occupy himself with anything but the fact that he was somehow, still very much of the living-- as much as he was in any way of the living with how he was. Yet, there was something that always brought the blond back here, the grounds where it had all happened, represented only by what remained of its former glory: the Drevis Mansion. It was as though it were some sort of habit that he could not quite be rid of, some sort of instinctive want to sought out the mansion.. regardless of why, he was here.

Gazing upon the lingering ashes and scorched earth that hinted of something having stood upon these now barren grounds, he felt a sense of sorrow. Sorrow not for the mansion having been burned down ( though he could not quite completely deny that he had no feelings regarding that, after all, he was the one responsible), but for the events that had transpired which lead to this outcome. All that had occurred on that fateful night was still fresh in his mind, though months had already passed since it had all happened. 

And he could not help but to find himself curious of the whereabouts and well being of the child Monika had asked of him to protect that day. Of course he remembered her name, who would forget the name of the girl whose maid had thrown multiple knives at him for no proper reason, and the pain that followed associated to the name ‘Aya’? .. Well, he had anything but ill intent for her, but there was no doubt that the knives were one of the reasons her name remained in his mind.

Blog revamping in process...

dusts off blog?? STARES OUT OF ABYSS?? WHISPERS HI?????

Honestly I’m so curious as to why there’s still so many followers on this blog, gosh??? Most likely inactive people and stuff but man. I ought to replay some rpg horror games and reboot 

Curious tho, like this post if you’re an active rp blog?? I’d love to see how many there are atm--

crawls out of the abyss just curious, how many followers do I have that are actually interested in rping with this inactive af Dio?

crawls into this tag hi

kurutta-musume:

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      Wide cobalt eyes, long black hair that reached her waist and petite stature       that reminded him of a doll’s-- the one before him fit the description he had       been given by Monika perfectly, that being her daughter, Aya. Or perhaps       it would be more appropriate to know her as the young mistress, seeing his       position in the mansion. Stuttered words were anything but expected as it       left her lips, causing the blonde servant to regard her with wide eyes. 

       ❝ ..Yes, young mistress? Can I be of help..? ❞

      While he was not too certain as to how he ought to regard the girl, it       seemed that the fall back of formality was always the most reasonable       choice. Hopefully, Monika would not find his interacting with her beloved       daughter as forbidden.. otherwise, he would have unknowingly broken       a rule.