sleepytimejunction | fear the old blood

[Rumors travel around in Garreg Mach fast. Most of the time, they're baseless and don't really catch Ashe's attention; he's admittedly more interested in making sure he's performing well. He has a roof over his head, and he wants to keep it that way, so he keeps his nose out of trouble.

But there is one that hangs on his mind. That there's something deep in the bowls of the church, a monster, a beast. That particularly bothers him, hangs over his mind, makes him think about how beasts have been improperly revered or maimed in the past. He's seen it in all manners by now. If the church does actually have a creature they're harboring, he can't help but wonder why.

It wouldn't be the first church to keep secrets, after all.

Ashe eventually decides that having all the facts won't hurt. If he's wrong, then he'll be happy to be. If he's not, well...

That's why he has his sword strapped to his back and his gun at his hip. He has more items he's harbored since the days before Lonato officially adopted him, most of them locked away in a trunk just in case. It's night, and most everyone is back in their dorm rooms. There's security, but Ashe knows their patterns enough to keep out of sight. He's spent his life as a thief, then as a hunter, now a student; he can manage.

It takes a bit of research, but he does find a secret path that starts in Rhea's office and extends to a rather old fashioned elevator. He opts to not use it in case it causes noise, instead climbing down the chain as he makes his way.

He doesn't expect what he finds, a grand room under the monastery, deep inside, full of stone caskets.

And something else.]

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[For a moment, Ashe is huffing, at least until he feels the light drag of teeth which makes him gasp. He knew that Dimitri had warned him, but he still makes his cheeks go pink again.

He buries his face into Dimitri's neck.]

You're terrible. The worst.

[Naturally, he means nothing by that.]

Mmmm. Would you perhaps rather that your Doll did not watch?

[Not that he minds her company or anything, himself, but it's got to be awkward to have a vampire putting the moves on you while your oddly stoic mom watches passively from nearby.]

I have every intention of putting stars in your eyes, in one way or another.

[Honestly, he suspects that the Doll would not even care if they did anything -- but it's still something he can't help but feel terribly embarrassed about. The idea that she's here, watching them be so affectionate.

And the things Dimitri say do not help. Not one bit.]

I-- y-yeah.

[Should I leave?]

N-no, no you don't have to do that. I, um... it's fine.

Sweet lady, if I may presume — this place is to be your home for a time, as it has always been mine. Perhaps you would care to explore, and acquaint yourself. Choose a space of your own, whatever is to your liking, and I will make it comfortable for you to the limits of my ability.

[So he says, giving Ashe a surreptitious squeeze as he smiles at the Doll.]

Though it has been centuries since last I was a host, you will find that I have not altogether forgotten my manners.

[The Doll stands and she gives a small bow. There have been many hosts I've acquainted myself with. Your manners are more than I would ask for. Please, care for my sweet hunter. It is all I wish.

She turns and steps away, to explore as asked of her. Ashe watches over his shoulder, his fingers curled against Dimitri's shoulders.]

Sorry. It's just... you know.

[That's kind of his mom.]

Yes, I know. And I understand.

[Gentler now, and soothing in his ways, Dimitri leans forward and kisses his face, all soft and pacifying attention now.]

But now you are free to express your passion however you see fit.

[When he draws back, he's grinning, showing all his teeth.]

As lewdly as you see fit, perhaps.

[A sigh escapes him at the sweet, gentle kisses across his face. He's still flustered at the implication, but he does feel a bit better. The tomb is large, hopefully large enough to keep the Doll's attention.]

You just couldn't wait, could you?

[Not that Ashe is judging, it just makes him amused. This centuries old vampire, being so impatient.

He reaches up, cupping Dimitri's face, pulling him into a kiss. He should mind Dimitri's teeth, but he finds quickly that he does not care. If they cut a little, so be it.]

I have waited so long for you. How dare you accuse me of impatience.

[But oh, oh, Ashe reaches for him and draws him down into a kiss and he presses into it eagerly, holding him possessively and being none too careful with his fangs as their mouths slant against each other. They kiss, and kiss again, and again still after that; he's hungry, urgent, and it doesn't take long before he's sweeping his tongue past Ashe's lips, intent on claiming his mouth.]

When I crave you so...

[There's a muffled moan at the tongue pressing into his mouth, and despite their privacy Ashe is shy at first, pressing back slightly. Otherwise, he lets him, claiming the kiss. He strokes his fingers through Dimitri's hair, finding himself falling so hard, so fast, neither of them able to wait.]

Is it very difficult? To wait to see me?

[Ashe has his own impatience, but constantly has to remind himself that it's not just for his own safety, but also Dimitri's. He'll come up with a plan, he will, but right now he just wants to cave in and enjoy this.]

Now I measure my time not in sunrise and sunset, but in the wax and wane of your presence.

[How hungry he is, how desperate to take, and yet despite it all he still heeds Ashe's mood, letting his hunter's desire set the pace and following it faithfully.]

Without you my existence is the bitterest of winters, and the cold stretches on so long.

[The way Dimitri speaks is so old-fashioned, but Ashe finds himself charmed by it nonetheless with a smile on his face.

He kisses the vampire's cheek, then his lips again.]

Then I'll try to not keep you waiting again.

[Shyly, he asks:]

Would... you like a bit of my blood?

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