Color scheme: Grey.
Mood: Angst.
Theme: Selfishness.
Cross born lovers stuck together in a rift of time - forever passed by that of the known world; they entangle themselves, making their years soft and enjoyed. Passing time for an eternal sleep is half as dead when there's two involved.
The following is an abridged excerpt from 'The Lineage of the Bleeding Waterfall' -
(Alucard) x Fan Character (Rosslyn Aydelette)
Viewer discretion is advised; PG - 13+ Advised; HEAVY Sexual Referencing, Nudity, etc.
The whiteness that devoured me was immense and cold against my skin. My body was shivering, not from bareness, but from the solitude I've suffered for so long. Even his nimble fingers, stroking the curves of my waist could not calm the emotion that stayed.
I loved him; his hair between my fingers as his hips ground against mine in an attempt to satisfy animal lust that had been pent up for so long.
"A-Adrian…" My voice quivers, it was so silky against the silence we bore.
It was quiet – it always was during this time. Until afterwards, he would coddle me and speak nonsense in my ear – drowning my thoughts and sending me into a lovely sleep that only I knew. He would never respond. Not until we were older.
It was nearly two-hundred years later in the 16th Century that he would speak to me during our love making – simple words, yet they meant so much. Eternal slumbers weren't long anymore – the past was changed and he'd learned to accept it.
One night, I remember the most. He confronted one of my many thoughts – I didn't want him to bring it to light, but things can only be avoided for so long.
"I love you. Father doesn't understand that. But I do."
My palm brushed against his cheek, fondly and almost in a longing fashion. "Your father was once like you; in love, perfect in every way – corruption took him over, and he lost sight of what he was fighting for." I let my lips trail over his chin and neck, feeling his chilled skin on mine. "I feel no remorse for what we've done, for what we will do. Mother would never have wanted that – she only wanted me to be happy."
Alucard's eyes didn't shine much inside the cramped coffin, but it was enough to show the pain that ached in his heart. "Helena… she was a wonderful woman, Rosslyn – without her, you and I surely would not have met. "
My fingers traced his cheek bone in thought, "What brings your thoughts to these memories, Adrian? Why can you not enjoy the love we share in peace?"
His breath was deep when he exhaled, as if he'd pent it up for years. "My emotions get to me Rosslyn, it deals heavy on my heart." I shushed him, bringing my lips to his and letting my hands trail over his shoulders, my hips gently angled against his.
How selfish I was… Wanting nothing more than a peaceful moment of true love on my lips, when he – the man I love – had a heavy heart.
I am nothing but a damned fool.