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[his-hemlockpetal]

Noah scrambles in, practically launching his shoes across the room. Pale and frantic and shaking. "Tenko is.......taking care of the police downstairs......one of my brothers was here....." - 📚🥀

@prince-in-the-tower

Hemlock holds him fast, his nails gently tangling into his hair.

"Shhhh... shh shh shh, Noah.. My prince, breathe. He can't harm you here, you are safe here."

He whispered, cupping his face. His nail gently brushed over his cheek, his thumb following the curve of his cheekbone.

"Tenko is taking care of it, no? And I am your loyal knight, your champion to stave off any black guard," Hemlock kissed him, "We'll protect you."

[his-hemlockpetal]

"No fair, using my name so sweetly... I suppose I can say more. It was given to me by my mother, Patience Haskell, for my eighteenth birthday."

Aremis looks at the painted, aged wood with a fond expression, "She had gotten it made custom for me, knowing I had a fondness for her own when I was little. There isn't another like it, nor will I ever want another of it. It's quite sturdy. It's been in tact for 200 years now. But I'm happy to share it, seeing you fawn over it so~"

Noah, be careful with the music box. It's.. important to me. But you're free to wind it up and such, or even borrow my old jewelry. Just... close it when you're done, my Prince. 🌑🦇

@his-hemlockpetal

Noah considers the beautiful piece and it's apparent significance to his beloved, gently tracing the lid. "There is a story here, my Knight. Such a precious item, a piece of you I have not collected. Come Aremis, share with me this tale that I might know you deeper."

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would you do a dark forest theme system intro? it can be as long as you're wiling to make it lol

Tried out a different style for this one, hope you like it! It was fun to make :]

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[his-hemlockpetal]

There’s a giant mass of red fur sitting in the middle of the room, but the puppy-dog eyes are a clear sign of a friendly dog. Even if she is big enough to be a bed for someone Hemlock’s size.

Hemlock squeaks, immediately diving into the ball of fluff.

He uses his nails to give scritches and help comb through the dog's massive fur. "Oh, what a pretty baby! Who's my big baby?"

He cooes and fawns over the dog for several minutes, fetching a few dog treats for her to eat.

[his-hemlockpetal]

"I've been wondering something, My Bleeding Heart. Does blood taste different with a person's changing health? Or differences in diet even?"

@prince-in-the-tower

@prince-in-the-tower

"It certainly does! Health is a very big factor in a person's taste as well as diet. If things are balanced and healthy, they taste rich and very filling. Have a healthy body, but with minimal nutrition, it feels a lot like eating something sweet. Sort of like cake. And then vice versa, it's sort of... bitter. Like how wine is when you're little and try it for the first time."

He shakes his head, "Having a bad diet with an unhealthy body is sort of like eating something sour. It's not.. pleasant, but it's food."

[his-hemlockpetal]

Noah twirls a lock of Hemlock's hair around around his fingers, tracing his lips along his huffy love's jaw. "Oh My Sweet Monster, I know you're dangerous~ You're just not a threat to me!" 📚🥀

@prince-in-the-tower

Hemlock melts. Purrs.

Noah's attention and sweet words are enough to make him forget why he was pouting. What was it again..?

He whined softly, manicured, sharp nails tugging on the princeling's clothes. His hunger flutters in his mouth, pulling Noah as humanly close as possible.

"Never never never... Not when my lover is here to keep me tame."

[his-hemlockpetal]

3 for the intimacy meme?

@flora-and-mania

@flora-and-mania

He had taken a rather nasty tumble. Socks on a newly polished staircase, not his brightest idea. Sure enough, Tenko to the rescue.

Sitting on a chair, Tenko carefully kissed his ankle and pressed ice to it. It's silly. Hemlock can heal rather quickly, given his vampiric power, but he likes the attention. If only he could blush.

"Always here to pick me up... You really are my white knight, Tenko."

[his-hemlockpetal]

🐰

-Tenko

"Now you're just bullying me..."

His lips curl into a very pronounced pout. His pointed ears twitch. One tooth even hangs out of his mouth.

"I'll show you both!"

[his-hemlockpetal]

🐹 - 📚🥀 (kiss kiss!)

"But I--!"

He is interrupted with kisses, the small vampire whining as he kisses in return. It's clear that he's devastated and his day is ruined.*

*(Translation: He's quite pouty. He is ferocious and has the fangs to prove it.)

[his-hemlockpetal]

17 for the intimacy meme 📚🥀

17. Massage | @prince-in-the-tower

Hemlock sits at the table, tense as he looks over papers of work. He scowls and groans until a pair of hands slowly work his shoulders.

Noah pulls a purr from him. Hemlock melting under the human's capable hands. He sighs and coos, eyes fluttering closed. "Ah... My prince, what do I owe the pleasure?"

[his-hemlockpetal]

🌈 - 📚🥀

"One, two, three..."

He counted each number as he glided with Noah across the floor. "Very good..!"

He giggled gently, humming along with the record that gently crackled on the gramophone. "You're a natural, my Prince. You'll be able to not count and dance in no time!"

He winked and kissed him, his cold lips brushing his lover's cheek with utmost care.

[his-hemlockpetal]

Entry I: Feb. 3rd, 1810

I'm not sure what to write in here.

Is it normal for young men to write in here? I suppose if it's my own, I can write how I please. I'll just have to hide it from my maid. Mrs. Carter is very sweet, but makes a point to be in everyone's business. Heaven forbid she finds what I write, I'm sure she'd spread her gossip like wildfire in town.

But this is my own little journal! It's pretty with the black roses, though it makes it almost eerie with the red cover. But I suppose it's fitting, given how gloomy home is. Father said this house has been standing as long as his great-great-grandfather found this place. Nevermind this land was stolen from, but of course he doesn't bother to mention such things.

It's made of this impossibly dark wood, I can't remember the tree exactly. Yet here it stands, with all the trappings of a gothic castle. We even had the gardens that span at least a few yards, Mother insisted upon them.

Oh goodness, I've been rambling. Better get back to my studies before my tutor arrives. Until we chat again, little journal!

[his-hemlockpetal]

6 for the intimacy meme💕

-Tenko

6. Rub frosting on my muse's nose

Hemlock just wanted to make some tea cakes for Noah and Tenko.

But he couldn't be sneaky in someone else's home, not when Tenko always seemed to know where he was. Hemlock had been surprised by the human, so focused on decoratng that the other managed to decorate his nose with frosting!

"Hey..! I'll have you know that I worked hard on that." He giggled playfully, chiding him for the interruption. He licked his nose clean, pausing before chasing Tenko with the piping bag.

Suffice to say, they had a larger mess by the time the cakes were done.

[his-hemlockpetal]

17 for the intimacy meme 📚🥀

17. Give them a massage (scalp, shoulder, full body. Your pick.)

His nails gently prickle at Noah's shoulders, teasing his skin as he straddles Noah's back.

Hemlock giggles, his sharp ears wiggling in delight as his lover shivers. Lathering his hands in a gentle rose oil, he slowly works at the top of his back. "Goodness... Your muscles are all coiled like springs."

He focuses, forgetting the original nature of this intimate act. Now, it's a mission to give his Prince proper comfort. His fingers push and work firmly, feeling each curve and ridge. While Hemlock was never a trained masseuse, he knew anatomy well enough to know how each one should be worked to relax. He hummed softly, mumbling Welsh lyrics of old songs he knew. By the time he's finally finished, Hemlock is hearing the gentle snores.

He can only sigh fondly and tuck Noah into bed. The vampire kisses his forehead, "Goodnight, my dear. Pleasant dreams."

[his-hemlockpetal]

Entry 7: April 7th, 1810

I've been seeing him again, the tailor's apprentice. Father doesn't approve, but Arthur is a kind soul! I don't see what the fuss is about.

Arthur is a bit older, yes. But surely not much older than I! Father says that he's not a respectable sort, but surely money is less important than love.

I suppose I must tell you about him, Arthur I mean.

He's come all the way from Hungary, been learning from all sorts of tailors and weavers. Surely he's respectable in that way, knowing so much. He tells me all sorts of stories, Arthur is a wonderful entertainer.

I met him on my eve of my birthday, Father sent for them to tailor me for my new dress. "A proper lady can't wear the same old thing she wore on her previous birthday, can she?"

Arthur came with Mr. Dalles, he's always made my nicer clothes. So seeing him with Arthur was odd, the man hardly every takes an apprentice! No one can help it, it's like Arthur hypnotized him!

Anyhow- He fitted me while Mr. Dalles took out fabrics for me to choose from. He was so nice, he asked me about my party. We talked while I was standing, almost forgot I was supposed to stay still. Arthur has such a pretty smile, I even got to make him laugh. I never thought eyes could be so vibrant. Reminded me of coals, almost red looking. He invited me to the shop to pick out a ribbon and I keep visiting.

Nanny won't stop teasing me, but at least she distracts Father for me. I was hoping to see him again this morning, but Mr. Dalles said he was burned. Something about the iron being too hot when he opened the curtains. I do hope he's alright, maybe I can visit tomorrow to see if his hand is healed.

That's all I really have, little journal. It's time for curfew, so I'll talk again soon.

P.S. - I'm a little confused. I'm a girl, but.. it hurts to think about it. I love my dresses and petticoats, but some days I feel sick when I look at the mirror. Mother says it's because I'm still growing into myself, that I haven't found my confidence yet. I hope I do soon... It's hard to feel disconnected from myself.

[his-hemlockpetal]

You set my soul on fire, my dear.

Will you be the one to save me?

Or watch me burn?