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Hey friends… I thought I’d maybe just say this rather than strangely disappearing for days on end. So, yes - I’m going to be on a bit of a hiatus for a while. I’m on the last few weeks of school and (perhaps haven’t been the greatest at time management all semester) so a lot of things are suddenly happening and I’m slowly drowning underneath all of it….. and yeah. So. Muse is a bit absent thanks to…that. But it’ll all be over soon!!! Until then…
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The knife weighed cold and heavy in his hand as he stood beside Rudolf, watching the young prince quietly – watching, expressionless, as the pained look that had hidden in the boy’s eyes softened towards a semblance of contented relief. That reaction – it wasn’t one that Death was used to. Not with anyone other than Rudolf, at least… not for a long while. When was the last time she had looked at him like that…?
The prince was like an echo of her – a twisted reflection; at times a near mirror image, and at others… not. Not at all. Death turned swiftly, dropping his gaze as Rudolf swung towards him, reaching out as if for an embrace – reaching out, carelessly, with his injured arm, now a harsh painting of crimson against pale skin. Even as Rudolf moved closer – Death’s hand snapped out, grasping onto the limb at the wrist and holding steady in an iron grip.
“…I know,” said Death slowly, his head bowed slightly as he examined the cut – a well of deep red, unnecessary as it was precise – he gradually raised his gaze, cocking an eyebrow cynically. “And yet… your relief doesn’t come at the touch of the blade, I think. You don’t need it – you know that I will always be here when you need me… no matter the reason.”
The cold grip on his arm made Rudolf stop in mid-reach. His gaze went back to the cut as Death spoke. “Maybe it doesn’t… I don’t know,” he admitted, eyes flicking to the knife in Death’s hand. “I just…” he sighed and shook his head, not knowing how to finish that sentence. If he was honest with himself, there were more things Rudolf didn’t understand than he would like to admit, and some of those things were the workings of his own mind. Perhaps some of the madness that was said to run in his mother’s bloodline had been passed to him.
Pulling himself out of his musings, Rudolf’s eyes refocused on the cut. “I should take care of this,” he said, gently pulling his arm back in a silent request for Death to let go.
The slight backwards pull that Rudolf used against Death’s grip was light, almost half-hearted – it was only too easy for him to think of it as nothing more than a feeling, a notion bobbing along with the flow of this moment. It was nothing more than habit, but that thoughtless, meaningless resistance only made Death want to grip tighter, to pull back. It was his right to – his duty – but now, with Rudolf, it would only be out of boredom. It wasn’t time, yet…nowhere near the right moment for that. This particular dance featured copious amounts of waiting – but Death could only appreciate that fact. He would wait as long as necessary for her - after all, he already knew exactly what the end would bring.
Now, watching Rudolf’s quiet request for release – Death paused, watching him, narrowing his eyes as he examined the prince. Always such trust, such gentleness – sometimes he wondered how long those things would last. Would they – or would they fade, like everything –?
He let his gaze drift down to the cut again, tilting his head slightly. “Do you?” Eyes darting back up to Rudolf’s, Death asked the question lightly – a moment of silence followed, too brief to matter. In an instant, he drew his hand back abruptly, still watching the prince.
“You should be honest with yourself, Rudolf,” said Death softly, standing unmoving – but he could feel the drift, the steps he could take. The sway of it was something Rudolf would never be able to resist. “What you really want… what you need. Perhaps you don’t know it yet…but you do know what it isn’t. You know that it isn’t this… blades, scars, secrets – you don’t need me to tell you that.”
Es ist fast wie im Märchen
Ein Kind wird Kaiserin
♚ Do you agree with fandom interpretation of your character?
♚ Do you agree with fandom interpretation of your character? | Ask Meme
This is a multilayered question if there ever was one - sometimes yes, sometimes no, sometimes sort of. It seems like the things I disagree with most are the more popular opinions, though, so let’s go with that.
The main, kind of popular interpretation that I disagree with is the idea that the Death and Rudolf ship is a two-way relationship. Okay, firstly - I don’t ship Death and Rudolf at all, personally. But, it bothers me less to see the interpretation where Rudolf is in love with Death than it does to see the interpretation where Death is in love with Rudolf as well. I mean, really - that’s quite possibly the most OOC move ever, seeing as how Death spends the entirety of the show trying to get Elisabeth. He uses Rudolf, and so gives him special attention, yes. However, this in no way means that Death is actually attracted to Rudolf, or in love with him instead. It makes no sense, and I just can’t justify this interpretation in the least bit.
Another interpretation of Death that I don’t like is the one where Death is portrayed as inherently evil. I’ve already talked about this a little here, with my main point being that the concept of death should be a natural and benevolent one. It doesn’t even matter whether or not you base this off of the canonically/historically correct religion that Death would have been associated with, or just any religion at all - Death and what he stands for isn’t an evil thing, because God/any other entity you prefer would have been the one to create Death. I seem to come across a lot of portrayals of Death (especially in fanfics) where he’s compared and even equated to the devil or some demonic force, and honestly… Death’s character may not be the most innocent, but what he is and what he stands for is not evil.
Another thing that I tend to disagree with is slightly more minor - the idea that Death has absolute control over the lives of humans. Something that I’ve seen a lot is the idea that Death could literally just walk up to anyone and kiss them, and then wham - dead. Instead of merely being the guide of the dead, the one to cut the last fraying thread of life, people seem to enjoy giving Death not only the responsibility of collecting souls, but also of choosing which souls are to die and when this is going to happen in the first place. Now, this one may be a little less clear-cut, since canon content doesn’t really give us a solid idea on the limits to Death’s power - but regardless of that, I just don’t like this idea. My headcanons go very much the other way, with Death actually having many limits. It just doesn’t make sense to me for Death to be this all-powerful. Now, obviously in canon, Death does go out of his way to try and cause the deaths of Elisabeth and Rudolf (and perhaps baby Sophie as well), but that’s just it - he goes very far out of his way. He spends twenty years manipulating Rudolf into suicide. He follows Elisabeth her entire adult life. If he had absolute power, then surely he would have had a pretty easy time in making these things happen. Even with the justification that Death wanted to make Elisabeth choose him for herself, there’s still Rudolf - why did he spend so much time manipulating him? Was it just for fun? Death may have a lot of sway over humans, but I definitely think that he doesn’t have complete control.
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✎ What do you wish the author would reveal/had revealed about your muse?
Ah…a lot of things, but if I had to pick, I’d want to know more specifics about Death’s position and power as… well, Death.
Between all the different productions of the show, different interpretations by the actors(/actresses), and of course the overlying general behaviors of Death that are universal throughout all productions, we can gather many different variations of the same general idea: Death is this seemingly all-powerful being who stands above all of humanity, only obeying the rules of time and nothing else. But is that really true? Death certainly acts that way almost always - even with Elisabeth, while he doesn’t force her to go with him, he still maintains the idea that he’s completely in control. We see in Rondo Schwarzer Prinz that he makes the decision to let Elisabeth choose him herself. In nearly all of the following scenes with them together, Death insistently makes it clear that he’s confident in his coming victory, that he’s in control. However, we also know that Death can be arrogant, manipulative, and dishonest, so I think we can all agree that it’s definitely an in-character move for Death to act like he’s all-powerful. But is he really? Is Death really the highest authority, inferior to no one?
A lot of people seem to act like that’s the case, which I can’t agree with. Comparing Death with the devil or a similar demon doesn’t make sense to me - for multiple reasons, but mainly because Death is not an evil force. If we’re looking at Death as some entity that would be associated with religion - not even just Roman Catholicism, but all religions that I can think of - you would have to agree that death is a benevolent, natural, and necessary part of life. Specifically for Roman Catholicism, Elisabeth’s religion, it is God’s will for death to occur. Going with that logic, Death should be a servant of God rather than some sort of rogue demon. That also means that Death indeed does have limited power. But to what extent? What limitations does he have? And how does Death regard this position?
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"You belong to me."
@nachtspazicrgang | Belong To Me | continued
Alfred stopped dead, one hand buried in the depths of the Professor’s bag and the other frozen, mid-reach, a few inches from the sponge that lay upon the tangled sheets before him. The sound of his heartbeat filled his ears, resonating through every vein in his body.
He would not turn around. He would not look at Him. Somehow, it was always better that way - to keep his head down, to carry on with the task at hand as though nothing had changed, to pretend on some level that His presence had become as irrelevant as it was inevitable. Sometimes it was the only way he could keep going.
“Please,” he whispered, bowing his head with the kind of respect he would never neglect in His presence, but keeping his eyes lowered, “don’t say that. I hardly know what you mean by it, and every time you do, it only frightens me more. And I haven’t the time to be frightened now, I must keep a clear head, I must concentrate. Sarah needs me. And - I’ve already told you…there’s no one on earth I belong to, more than her.”
The dim room was quiet, almost silent with a stiff tension – the only sounds made were from young Alfred, slight and hushed, everything just a hint of a whisper. His frame seemed timid – his shoulders perhaps hunched, his fingers… trembling? It was all so subtle. And it didn’t matter – Death already knew all that he needed. In this situation, as always, there was already more than enough fear for his purposes.
With hardly a brush of cool air ghosting forward in his wake, Death walked on the edge of shadow, moving silently as he watched Alfred – just a student, a vampire slayer, a supposed victim of the disease that was love…but now, in this moment, nothing more than Death’s target.
“Always so focused…so studious, aren’t you.” The words seemed to echo about the room – soft, clear, deliberate words, circling like dark shapes in the slow-fading night as they descended upon their prey. “Still the noble hero – so you think… and still running away.”
With quick steps, he approached the boy – drifting closer, soundless, until he stood just behind the bed, standing tall over it and the crouching form that sat there. With one hand, he reached out – fingers light and delicate, he brushed his hand along Alfred’s shoulder, down the curve of his arm – never quite touching. Not yet…he wondered if this one would notice.
“You say that you don’t know what I mean? Now, Alfred – I think you do,” murmured Death, his words growing softer as he leaned closer to the boy, hands hovering just a hair’s breadth away. The quiet mortal certainly did seem concentrated, or perhaps tense – planning an escape route, an opportunity to run? Death almost hoped that he would….if anything, it would be amusing.
“I think…that it’s time you understood just what is at stake here. You’re running, always running – but from what? If it’s the fate of your soul that you’re trying to steer into safe waters, then you should hear me out… and reconsider your choice.”
Act 1 Nichts ist schwer / Act 2 Boote in der Nacht - Elisabeth das Musical
Du wirst das Leben bald durch meine Augen seh’n …
Könntest du einmal nur durch meine Augen seh’n …
Today is the day of groovy Tods. :’)
niemand versteht mich so wie du
She didn’t have to do much to express just exactly how she felt, no, he knew her too well as that he would not pick up on the slightest change in her voice. He knew how she sounded when she was trying to hide her disappointment, how her voice changed when she was angry or sad. He had seen her cry until dawn and he had heard her laugh when she thought no one else would be able to hear it. But now was not the time for her to tell him he was right about knowing her all too well. They both knew Elisabeth was too stubborn and arrogant to grant him this satisfaction. He would have to earn it if he wanted to hear it from her own lips.
Was she still trying to run from him? It was a question that she had asked herself many times in the last years. He had told her all she had done was for nothing in the end, that she was only free because he allowed it and he would surely want her to pay the price for this freedom. Sooner or later he would get tired of waiting for her. But even if she had started to give up on life itself, she could not let him win like that. He had challenged her too often. Maybe it was pure spite and reluctance that kept her from him but those very same emotions prevented her from actually questioning it. Elisabeth had stopped questioning her stubbornness a long time ago. Death knew how to push her buttons but she was not completely defenseless. Elisabeth was very much aware that there was something that stopped him from simply taking what would be his in the end and she loved to demonstrate it to him, showing him that she could go without him if she wanted to.Or at least she tried to make him believe she didn’t need him.
“ Oh I can imagine what it is that you want. I am glad you know that flattery is not the right way to achieve it. ” There was a hint of a smile on her face and once again she was close to raising her hand to touch him. But she couldn’t allow herself to fall first. It would hurt her pride and worse, show him that he was right about her, that she could not resist him and that was the last thing she wanted to prove to him. Yet she yearned to be in his arms again, as contradicting as her thoughts could be, this was one thing she was clearly aware of. “ Is there a special reason you are here or did you simply miss me? ” A provocating question, intended to either get him to be honest with her or anger him.
She didn’t have to do much to express just exactly how she felt, no, he knew her too well as that he would not pick up on the slightest change in her voice. He knew how she sounded when she was trying to hide her disappointment, how her voice changed when she was angry or sad. He had seen her cry until dawn and he had heard her laugh when she thought no one else would be able to hear it. But now was not the time for her to tell him he was right about knowing her all too well. They both knew Elisabeth was too stubborn and arrogant to grant him this satisfaction. He would have to earn it if he wanted to hear it from her own lips.
Was she still trying to run from him? It was a question that she had asked herself many times in the last years. He had told her all she had done was for nothing in the end, that she was only free because he allowed it and he would surely want her to pay the price for this freedom. Sooner or later he would get tired of waiting for her. But even if she had started to give up on life itself, she could not let him win like that. He had challenged her too often. Maybe it was pure spite and reluctance that kept her from him but those very same emotions prevented her from actually questioning it. Elisabeth had stopped questioning her stubbornness a long time ago. Death knew how to push her buttons but she was not completely defenseless. Elisabeth was very much aware that there was something that stopped him from simply taking what would be his in the end and she loved to demonstrate it to him, showing him that she could go without him if she wanted to.Or at least she tried to make him believe she didn’t need him.
“ Oh I can imagine what it is that you want. I am glad you know that flattery is not the right way to achieve it. ” There was a hint of a smile on her face and once again she was close to raising her hand to touch him. But she couldn’t allow herself to fall first. It would hurt her pride and worse, show him that he was right about her, that she could not resist him and that was the last thing she wanted to prove to him. Yet she yearned to be in his arms again, as contradicting as her thoughts could be, this was one thing she was clearly aware of. “ Is there a special reason you are here or did you simply miss me? ” A provocating question, intended to either get him to be honest with her or anger him.
Surely it was this – two yearning hearts, a constant struggle between pride and desire, an all-too-transparent facade that neither could shatter - it must have been this, above everything else, that had given Death such a sense of humor. Just standing there, watching her face - her perfect features, shifted just so, a complex puzzle that only he truly knew how to solve – Death couldn’t help but let his almost derisive smile grow, twisting further as he bit back the urge to laugh. Even at her deliberate words, so sharp and pointed – he let her flawless voice wash over him, intentions and all, welcoming his inevitable spark of anger with an ironic grin. The flicker of fire had grown common, when Elisabeth was concerned…he was by far used to it. And despite it – alongside the occasional wrath and irritation, the endless frustration – these matters of the heart still found some way to amuse him, no matter how much it meant –
Or perhaps because of how much it meant. It amused him - watching her hold back, reigning in her desire, staring at him and still trying to remain distant… she wanted him. It couldn’t have been more obvious, especially to him – and yet, it didn’t matter how apparent her true wishes became; in the shadow of her stubborn insistence to stay away, they meant nothing. She just had to have her pride – just had to make this difficult –
But so could he. If nothing else, Elisabeth had taught him how cruel love could be – and when Death wanted, he could be the cruelest.
“Did I?…”
There was still that stubborn space between them – Death murmured the words as he shifted closer still, wanting nothing more than to fill it. But her question still rang in his ear, almost mocking – almost teasing. But two could play at that game –
“Two choices, is it? Surely you’ve already considered… that the special reason might be you - that I indeed missed you, and came especially for that reason…” He let his voice grow softer, bordering on seductive as he reached forward to lightly touch her hand – moving closer and past her, he let his fingers trail, featherlike, along the back of her hand, up her forearm, brushing lightly up to her shoulder before breaking smoothly away. Now standing behind her – Death leaned closer, icy breath ghosting across her skin as he whispered into her ear. “Or perhaps… not.”
In an instant – Death broke away, letting just a brush of cool air replace his closeness to her. A few sharp strides away, he turned back again, inclining his head at her mockingly – the smile he wore now was sharper than ever, a harsh semblance of humor. “Always the great queen – the world bows to you, doesn’t it… but you forget, I think, that I don’t. Did it ever occur to you that perhaps I have business here – that perhaps my reasons don’t concern you? Or that perhaps… one day, I will tire of all your games and insults?”
&. D E R T O D
He did not care about Death’s little smile, knowing by now that it meant nothing anyway. Instead, his own smile widened and Rudolf could not help but turn his head ever so slightly, immediately finding it odd to talk about this with his old friend, almost as if their friendship did not allow a conversation about love ── while their friendship had been filled with nothing but platonic love for each other ( at least in Rudolf’d mind ).
Closing his eyes for a moment, Rudolf finally looked back up at his old friend and crossed his arms behind his back. Slow steps were made towards the other, as always; it was always Rudolf who walked towards Death, never was it the other way round, almost as if Death had a so much high position than the Crown Prince that it would count as an insult should he be forced to be the one who initiated a closer contact. And maybe, Rudolf realised, that was actually the case.
❝ I have had a very good reason to be happy lately ❞, he admitted. There was no point in lying ── his friend would find out rather sooner than later and on top of that, Rudolf had never felt the urge to lie to him. It simply seemed WRONG, considering how well they knew each other, how much time they had spent together ever since he had been a child. Their relationship was built upon trust, in his eyes, and it did not allow any lies.
Every move that Rudolf made – every poorly-concealed thought, each word laced with unmistakable truth, all painted in that bright glow – all of it tied together, weaved into such a perfect picture of happiness… It just made Death want to laugh. Instead of the thin smile that he wore, just a shadow of some furtive whim – how easy it would be to let it slip into a full-blown grin, bared sinister and devilish. And how fitting - now, a rare circumstance when even he would agree -
Death had learned to laugh at the world, humans and their views - mortals and their tendencies to categorize and label; it had always seemed so nonsensical. Most called him a demon - a few preferred saint - but Death had always been just Death, a neutral force; he just was.
Never before had their ideas of good and evil meant much to him. But now… if anyone had the power to change him - it was her. Her love could make him an angel - and her will might make him a devil – but it was loving her, with all her pride and rage and independence, that had shown him how to choose. For a lifetime, Rudolf had been comforted by the visits of the angel – and now, he couldn’t even tell when it was the devil that appeared instead.
“You, of all people, certainly deserve such happiness,” said Death slowly, letting all signs of amusement drop away – a mask, smooth and reflective, that was ready to fool anyone in the masquerade that was life. A lightly pinched brow, a gaze sharpened with a hint of concern – truthfully, this mask was only too easy to shape. “I am glad to hear it. And I hope, my dear prince, that your reasons are as varied and plentiful as they are good. On a day such as today…you have no idea.“
Summary: On the sort of night when eternity begins… Herbert is dying, and Krolock has a choice to make. With Death fast approaching, he won’t be making it alone…
Chapters: 1 of 2
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Too cold – even for a dark, nearly-uninhabited castle nestled deep within the wintery forest of Transylvania, it was just too cold. Never before had Graf von Krolock paid the temperature any mind – it wasn’t that it didn’t matter, but there had always been others to worry about things like that. Not for years upon years had Krolock even been able to feel the cold – his attire always consisted of heavy garments, and his bed was always swathed in layers of thick, soft blankets, but all this was for the sake of appearance and status. For the longest time, Krolock hadn’t even thought about the cold. Eternal life couldn’t be bothered by such a trivial thing.
That was how things had always been – but now, those trivialities immediately attacked his senses as he roused from his daytime slumber. There was the deep and terrible chill to the air – far, far too cold. The thought was more than worrisome, sending a burst of anger tempered with panic coursing through him – what were they thinking? He’d given them strict and specific orders–
Seine Majestät
❝ Ah I haven’t have such a good laugh in years. If anything, it seems to me that you’re finding similarity where there is none. Such desperation. I must admit it doesn’t become you. But again, death is the most desperate of us all, now aren’t you? Always chasing after your next victims… And victims where there will be none.❞
❝ I, desperate? What an interesting observation….Forgive me, my friend, but I must say that the only one to seem desperate here is you. Such an attitude you have today - such a lack of hospitality. Are you trying to offend me? to chase me away? You certainly seem quite adamant that we don’t talk…and here I thought that you considered yourself safe from becoming one of my victims. ❞
Continued from @nachtspazicrgang
The man walked as if he owned the place, as if he were the master of the house and Herbert, the humble guest. Cocky as always.
Death he called himself, even after all these years of cool familiarity. The master of life itself supposedly. And allegedly, the one figure who all answered to. All, but a scarce few, including Herbert. A delightful fact which would never change.
❝ That is a point which I do concede. I think it not possible to fool the man who has himself already thoroughly duped. ❞
Herbert languidly stretched, taking the great care to toss the book he had been leafing through onto the bed, where it landed with a muted thud. He pushed himself up and out of the armchair and slowly walked toward his guest, his own steps nearly as silent as those of his companion had been. He allowed the tips of his fingers to glide across the smooth, polished wood of his vanity table, and paused when they pulled over a cold, metalic surface. He turned and plucked the offending comb and held it up for mock examination, as if it held all answers he sought and not the man before him.
❝ But I am glad to learn that you enjoy our little chats. Then again, rare is the man who does not enjoy my company. ❞
On a night such as this, Death could always expect things to be interesting – when visiting the Krolocks, anything less would be something of a surprise. He’d invited himself here many times, and he’d conversed with Herbert on each occasion that he was able; all but one. He was used to the sharp wit and casual disdain that Herbert so flippantly tossed his way – but still, Death couldn’t keep his smile from curling in wry amusement, smirking as he turned his gaze away from the thoroughly lavish vampire.
Always so confident, so certain – it wasn’t an uncommon reaction amongst those visited by Death. Under more normal circumstances, it was tiring and repetitive; but when it was Herbert who took on that attitude, automatically assuming the position of power – dismissing all possibility of danger without a thought… that’s when things got interesting.
“Is that so?” He asked lightly, casually tilting back his head as he made his approach; he brushed past where Herbert stood, moving away as he idly cast his gaze around the room. “Of course, rarer still is the man who joins your company and doesn’t think himself a victim of your charming presence. Forcing your affections upon others will get you nowhere, my friend…but I’m sure you’ve noticed. I do hope you don’t plan on spending eternity looking for a real love – you’d only find that time to have been tragically wasted.”
A moment’s silence – and then, Death turned on heel slowly, swinging around to face Herbert with a crooked smile. “Of course, you already know my take on eternal life… so I suppose I can’t call that particular scenario the tragedy. Not when eternity itself is what will be the thing to lay down that curse…”
Vlucht, en jij zult vrij zijn en alle wanhoop zal voorbij zijn. Ik leid je weg uit deze tijd, naar een gedroomde werkelijkheid.
Elisabeth das Musical - Elisabeth, doe open liefste - Ann van den Broeck &. Oliver Arno
