RP blog for oc Ștefan Gunsche. Main universe is Hellsing but others are welcome too. Mun is over 18.
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New Castle Herald, Pennsylvania, May 13, 1922
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“Very well...” Stefan would certainly look forward to hearing that explanation. But of course, the man’s injuries would be taken care of first. “Do you remember the creature hitting you? Or perhaps slashing at you with claws?” The priest asked while carefully looking for signs of a cut or bruising. “If I can’t find anything on the surface, you may have to see a doctor..”
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It was late one evening, and Stefan was dusting and tiddying the chapel, when he heard an odd sound from outside. Like and old machine’s gears and mechanism grinding together. When it stopped, he returned to his work, thinking nothing of it...until someone walked in.
“Awfully late for this...” he muttered under his breath before turning to face the stranger. “Can I help you, sir?”
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“My god-“ Stefan quickly rushed over and carefully lifted the stranger, holding one of his arms over his shoulder. As swiftly as he could without causing more distress, the young priest brought the man to a back room, which convenietly had a spare bed. After laying the man on it, Stefan quickly searched for the first aid kit.
“Where is it...where...” he muttered impatiently. But something briefly distracted him. And odd noise. From the stranger. The priest walked back over to the bed, his ears twitching ever so slightly and paused in thought before he broke the silence. “...Why does your heart sound like that...”
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It was late one evening, and Stefan was dusting and tiddying the chapel, when he heard an odd sound from outside. Like and old machine’s gears and mechanism grinding together. When it stopped, he returned to his work, thinking nothing of it...until someone walked in.
“Awfully late for this...” he muttered under his breath before turning to face the stranger. “Can I help you, sir?”
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Even that clarification didn’t ease the priest’s nerves. “Creature? Is it dead, or still around..” He asked, clearly displeased by the idea of some strange beast roaming about the churchyard.
“Wait...were you the cause of that strange noise just a moment ago?”
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It was late one evening, and Stefan was dusting and tiddying the chapel, when he heard an odd sound from outside. Like and old machine’s gears and mechanism grinding together. When it stopped, he returned to his work, thinking nothing of it...until someone walked in.
“Awfully late for this...” he muttered under his breath before turning to face the stranger. “Can I help you, sir?”
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The young man quickly noticed the bloodied coat on the other’s shoulders and became concerned. “Are you hurt?...Do you need medical attention?” Stefan asked, now walking up to the stranger to try and see any obvious injury that could have left those stains.
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It was late one evening, and Stefan was dusting and tiddying the chapel, when he heard an odd sound from outside. Like and old machine’s gears and mechanism grinding together. When it stopped, he returned to his work, thinking nothing of it...until someone walked in.
“Awfully late for this...” he muttered under his breath before turning to face the stranger. “Can I help you, sir?”
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It was late one evening, and Stefan was dusting and tiddying the chapel, when he heard an odd sound from outside. Like and old machine’s gears and mechanism grinding together. When it stopped, he returned to his work, thinking nothing of it...until someone walked in.
“Awfully late for this...” he muttered under his breath before turning to face the stranger. “Can I help you, sir?”
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CARING SENTENCE STARTERS
for muses that need a little love.
❝ i’m here for you. ❞
❝ let me help with that. ❞
❝ i’m here. ❞
❝ nothing’s gonna hurt you. ❞
❝ if they do it again, you tell me. ❞
❝ i’ll protect you. ❞
❝ i’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you. ❞
❝ let me take a look… ❞
❝ i’m a phone call away. ❞
❝ you should have called me. ❞
❝ here, sleep. ❞
❝ if you wanna talk, i’m here. ❞
❝ hey, shh, it’s okay. ❞
❝ i’ll never let you go. ❞
❝ you’re with me now. ❞
❝ nothing’s gonna take you from my side. ❞
❝ i’ll do what i have to. ❞
❝ i need you to stay here, okay? i got this. ❞
❝ it’s safe here. ❞
❝ i’m fine, let me see your face. ❞
❝ we’re gonna have to keep ice on that. ❞
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Lucille Clifton, from The Collected Poems of L. C.; “The Message of Jo,”
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― Matthew Quick, Forgive Me, Leonard Peacock
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“Some moment when the moon was blood / Then surely I was born;”
— G.K. Chesterton, from “The Donkey,” written c. September 1910
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Want to try and start this up again. Like this for a smol starter if you want.
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