#✕ ... vlad. ᶠʳᵒᵐ ˢᵖᵉᵃʳˢ˒ ʷᶤᵗʰ ˡᵒᵛᵉˑ

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@blondtroublemaker.

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✕��   “… Vlad… ♥ …!”

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plot-twist bryn gets the kiss

|| First three in my Ask Box get kissus!

@voyvodas.

✕    Her cheeks were warm, and her soft skin was scratched by his beard in the most pleasant way. Lashes were blissfully lowered over her eyes, and her palms caressed his cheek and neck gently, her body pressing into his where they stood so that she could melt right into him under his touch (or as much as she could, with their respective bloodied armor getting in the way). Kissing her darling Vlad with soft and continuous presses of her lips to his, to his cheek and to his jaw, she was in a state of utter euphoria. How lucky she was to have him, her darling hero, her wonderful husband. 

She wanted to stay in this moment forever with him — or at least, for a great portion of that afternoon. He did not have anywhere he must be that day, did he? Other than the mission they were currently in the middle of? Brynhildr decided that she would just keep her darling prince to herself all day. She had always been selfish, after all.

[nordiixa-blog]

After much persuasion (lots of sad looks, swallowing his own embarrassment, promise of soda at his beck and call, hair dates,etc,etc) Berserker, FINALLY, relinquishes an answer to Brynhildr's curious demands. He leans in and speaks very quietly. " Only... because you'e my 'bestie. Ahem...Have you.... tried stabbing him? Trust me on this."

@drakulya. @voyvodas

✕   Brynhildr lowered her eyes and controlled her little smile when Vlad leaned in to finally tell her what she had been asking for, her smile brightening just a little when he called her his bestie — she certainly loved that word! His answer shocked her, and her brows rose in curiosity, the fallen Valkyrie leaning back suddenly to look at him in confusion. 

“Stabbing him…?” she questioned aloud, to make sure she had heard correctly. Her darling Vlad would like it… if she harmed him? That was… strange… but it was almost perfect, because Brynhildr was very good at stabbing those she loved. 

She slowly nodded, a reticent finger on her bottom lip as she thought about it, an eager smile returning to her pale lips. “Hmm… Okay… You would know best, after all… … … Please excuse me, my friend. I am going to go stab him right now.”

♥ !!!

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gives a kiss (totally not vlad)

anon.

✕   Kisses Her Vlad™       { @voyvodas.

      Kisses Her Bestie™    { @drakulya.

not you. { @tsepej.

[nordiixa-blog]

It was another night of exchange of stories. When she finished one, he placed a kiss on her forehead and hugged her tight. "My wife, my wife. I could listen a thousand times to the songs of legends you devote to those fallen proud warriors." She seemed so much happier doing that now than when he first met her. "Please, tell me another. One more, to see your smile again before I close my eyes." (slides this ur way take care where you go orrie)

@voyvodas.

✕   Enraptured in bliss was she, laying snugly in her beloved’s arms, warm and safe, recounting the stories and legends of the greatest heroes she selected for Valhalla, and he just as eager to listen as she was to tell. Prompted to tell another, Brynhildr was entirely powerless to refuse him. She would never want to refuse him. His wish was her command; she would do anything for her beloved hero. 

“I will tell you another, my darling,” she smiled again, so very happy to speak of her heroes. “… for another scratchy kiss upon my forehead.  It has been… ten seconds since you last kissed me… and that is much too painful a length of time for my heart to bear.”

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"What is it, love? You have been looking through the window for a while now." There was a thunderstorm outside, he raised his eyes at her curious why she watched it so intently.

@voyvodas.

✕   Brynhildr heard her darling’s curiosity, but continued to look out the window for a few more seconds, not entirely wanting to tear her eyes away from the dark gray clouds, nor the hazy appearance of distant rain over the land outside Chaldea. Eventually, her dreamy expression shifted to a small smile as she turned her head to look at Vlad, taking a deep breath and sighing gently through her nose. 

“It’s just my brother, Vlad…,” she softly answered him. “My brother… Thor… He is the god of thunder and storms… … … Can you hear his hammer? He is raging… or perhaps celebrating…”

She turned her head to look back out the window, continuing, “I am sure… that like all of my family, he, too, has forgotten me, but… He was my favorite brother… And I like to pretend that… storms that I find myself in are his way of speaking to me… … … I am probably just being silly, but… I like to dream… … … I am sorry to have come all the way to your quarters… only to stare out your window… My darling… forgive me…”