#vladriel

[heavenlyeros]

the world’s saddest sleepover, and other moments

[devxants]

Continued~

@unlikelycompanions

   “Well- for starters, people with good intentions don’t typically stalk around in the shadows like you’ve been doing.” The detective began, keeping emerald hues locked upon the man, her stance prepared to make a swift grab for her gun if so needed. 

    “And let’s just say my sense of reading people is pretty keen. It’s my job after all as a detective.” She could feel it- something about the stranger was off, and not in the normal sense. The air around him seemed cold, dangerous- leaving her wondering if her firearm would be enough if he so chose to become hostile. 

   “Let’s start with your name, shall we?” 

[vanhelsing-gabriel]

"I know you would do anything. I would as well." Gabriel hadn't told Vlad about the prayers he had been making to his father, to either change him into a woman or when the Prince passed away when his time comes he could be an angel so they really could be together forever. Humans died easy. It was damn near impossible to kill an angel. Only a handful of people knew how in the world. Gabriel knew that one day he would carry Vlad to heaven and beg his father to keep them together. If only he didn't have to. Gabriel had often thought about Vlad having children, them having the same black hair and blue Transylvanian eyes he loved. It was tormenting. "I never want to leave you. I promise that I won't. I only wish things were different." He wishes he was different. Gabriel wiped at his eyes.

"There's something I have to tell you about." He needed to change the subject. All these thoughts in his head we're driving him mad. He didn't want to start an argument with Vlad over all this. They had exchanged these words more than once over the past few months. "I've been making my rounds and healing the sick where I go, but I found something, a flu. It's taken the lives of four people this week. I'll have to go out longer but I don't want there to be an outbreak. I wouldn't be able to heal an outbreak." Gabriel healed numerous people every day. From the usual bump or bruise to more serious and lethal illnesses. He went further and further into Romania every day healing more and more but it was taking it's toll. He was more tired, slept longer, ate a little more to regain strength. His older brother had taught him to become one with a mountain or tree and rest for a few hundred years but he didn't want to do that. He didn't tell Vlad what all his work did to him. It would hurt him. "Something will have to be done."

Gabriel pulled away from Vlad and sat on the bed. He was really tired. Vlad had taken longer than usual to come back and Gabriel couldn't sleep without him anymore. All he wanted was to sleep.

Closed RP with @i-am-holloww

Blood. Screaming. Weapons. Armor. Gabriel tossed in his sleep. Blood. Screaming. Fighting. Children crying. Gabriel shook in his sleep and tears seeped from his eyes. War. His head was filled with visions of ancient battles past and horrible nightmares. Always screaming and blood filling his memories and it all shook him to the core. He hated it all. All the fighting, all the misery, all the war, the blood, the pain.

He walked through the battlefield. He stepped over the bodies of comrades and enemies alike. Their bodies would turn to dust and Earth just as they had begun from the time of Adam. Gabriel crossed himself as he stepped over more bodies. His armor was wartorn, destroyed, and cracked. Blood seeped down his shoulder from an enemy sword that had gotten too close when he wasn’t paying enough attention. The sky opened above his head and it began to rain hard, washing the blood into the soil of the field. The bodies were cleaned before his eyes. Even the angels were crying from the Heavens. Gabriel felt himself beginning to tire to the point he hit his knees and looked up to the rain. The water splashed his face and he felt weeks of dirt and blood run off his face and his hair. He felt tears run down his face. He wept for the battle, for the fathers and sons who would never come home, for the lost souls, for the pain in his shoulder, and for the endless weeks of the war he had suffered through just to lose everyone. War had no winners, only survivors.

Gabriel awoke with a start. The tears from his dream were still running down his face. He was drenched in sweat, the bed had been tangled around him. He couldn’t get the images out of his head. He just wanted this all to end. He then looked around and realized where he was.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

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[vanhelsing-gabriel]

He could barely register Vlad's words as he felt his climax approaching. Gabriel couldn’t hold back anymore. The combination of Vlad scratching his arms and the feeling of being inside him was too much. He fell over the edge coming inside Vlad shocked by how much this had exhausted him. Angels didn't get tired from things like this! Before he got with Vlad it used to be he could go five or so times before wearing himself out but this was no longer the case. He was sure he was getting old.

Gabriel took a few deep breaths as he pulled out. He was done but he knew Vlad wasn't. He let Vlad push him on to the bed this time switching roles. This was what Gabe was used to. He let the Romanian Prince slide between his legs with ease. He was more than ready as it was.

“Some days I swear you'll be the death of me.” Gabriel joked and he felt Vlad preparing to enter him. “I love you vas’tache” Gabriel barely knew Romanian but he knew a few words. One of them was the word 'Beloved’. He was sure he wasn't pronouncing it correctly but he tried his best. It was one of his favorite things to call Vlad. The man's Raven black hair fell over his shoulders. Gabriel dragged his nails over Vlad's chest and teased his nipples as the other man had teased his own. Gabriel felt the usual pressure and knew the man was inside when he hit a particular spot that caused him to shout. He hadn't expected that immediately. He grabbed Vlads neck and pulled him down to kiss him as he entered him fully. Gabe felt himself building up again oh so easily. Oh how this man could drive him crazy.

“Don't you dare hold back, Dragon.”

Closed RP with @i-am-holloww

Blood. Screaming. Weapons. Armor. Gabriel tossed in his sleep. Blood. Screaming. Fighting. Children crying. Gabriel shook in his sleep and tears seeped from his eyes. War. His head was filled with visions of ancient battles past and horrible nightmares. Always screaming and blood filling his memories and it all shook him to the core. He hated it all. All the fighting, all the misery, all the war, the blood, the pain.

He walked through the battlefield. He stepped over the bodies of comrades and enemies alike. Their bodies would turn to dust and Earth just as they had begun from the time of Adam. Gabriel crossed himself as he stepped over more bodies. His armor was wartorn, destroyed, and cracked. Blood seeped down his shoulder from an enemy sword that had gotten too close when he wasn’t paying enough attention. The sky opened above his head and it began to rain hard, washing the blood into the soil of the field. The bodies were cleaned before his eyes. Even the angels were crying from the Heavens. Gabriel felt himself beginning to tire to the point he hit his knees and looked up to the rain. The water splashed his face and he felt weeks of dirt and blood run off his face and his hair. He felt tears run down his face. He wept for the battle, for the fathers and sons who would never come home, for the lost souls, for the pain in his shoulder, and for the endless weeks of the war he had suffered through just to lose everyone. War had no winners, only survivors.

Gabriel awoke with a start. The tears from his dream were still running down his face. He was drenched in sweat, the bed had been tangled around him. He couldn’t get the images out of his head. He just wanted this all to end. He then looked around and realized where he was.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?”