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Par les soirs bleus d'été, j'irai dans les sentiers,
Picoté par les blés, fouler l'herbe menue,
Rêveur, j'en sentirai la fraîcheur à mes pieds.
Je laisserai le vent baigner ma tête nue.

Je ne parlerai pas, je ne penserai rien :
Mais l'amour infini me montera dans l'âme,
Et j'irais loin, bien loin, comme un bohémien,
Par la nature, heureux comme avec une femme.

Arthur Rimbaud

Posted: 2 years ago ● 2 notesReblog

AUin which Klaus meet Dracula’s wives.

—> you should read part1 first

Odly the castle was quite far from the lil city, and Klaus was observing the landscape while following Aleera. As they were approching the castle he noticed it was beyond amazing, it was the biggest structure he had ever seen. And when they finally arrived at the doors he asked with a shy voice : “I do not recognize this kind of architecture, yet i’ve visit this region many times, how old is this castle ?”. Aleera laught and looked at Klaus like she would look at a child, “This castle is older than you can even imagine”.

[To be continued.]

Fanfic and graphic by BritCroft (inspired by a lovely anon)

Posted: 2 years ago ● 8 notesReblog

AU, in which Klaus meet Dracula’s wives.

Klaus was supposed to marry Irina a rich young woman, daughter of a lord, yet he loved Aglaya, a peasant, with whole his heart. He told his father he would never marry Irina, but his father was not taking no for an answer. One day, as Klaus went to visit his love, he found her hanged. The image of the beautiful blonde dead woke him up with a scream. Klaus found himself in a forrest, dark and silent. He had been walking for days, ever since he had found Aglaya dead. The idea of marrying Irina after what his father had done was unbarrable, Klaus knew what his dad was capable of, but he couldn’t let him win, not like that.

The sun was up, yet hidden behind clouds which made it looked like it was still the night. Klaus stood, ready to continue his way. He did not know where he was going, but he was going there, away from his past, trying to find a place to start a new life. After walking hours he arrived in a farm. There he could wash him self and dress more properly. The people were kind and offered him a horse so he could continue his way in exchange for some golden jewlery he had. 

Travelling with the horse was much more confortable for him and he quickly reached a city with its castle. The first tavern he saw had rooms available for the night, he was lucky. He sat at a table to eat something, but with the price of the room he wasn’t sure he could afford much, when suddently he saw Aglaya, or at least he though he had. He stood, letting his chair fall on the grown. Judging from his clothes the woman could see Klaus was not from here.

Welcome to Transylvania" she said with a smile " i’m Aleera".

"Oh thank you my lady, my name is Nikklaus".

"Where are you from ?" she asked.

"My father … my father is a rich lord in Russia, but we had a disagreement".

"We are all trying to flee from something. I know someone who would love to meet you" her smile seemed malicious, but Klaus was desperate.

[To be continued.]

Fanfic and graphic by BritCroft (inspired by a lovely anon)