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[alucloset]

[normally he'd be a bit more quiet and subtle about having escaped from his captors' immediate attentions. one look at this place tells Vlad, though, that he's not in the Ottoman Empire anymore. people wear strange clothing- nothing like what the Turks wear, nothing like the ripped, dirty rags he wears, nothing like what his father or mother or

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[lovingguide]

[Clearly what this boy needs is a Holy Madonna, amirite? She comes across him looking scared and confused, bending slightly to his level with a calming tone to her voice.]

Are you lost?

[alucloset]

[Vlad leans back defensively, face tightening into a ferocious expression.]

No! I know where I'm going. [because this woman's hair is a strange shade, and she is beautiful, but she also looks... remarkably like a woman of the Empire. he doesn't want to have his short-lived freedom cut so much shorter, so he shakes his head.] I'm headed out.

[of course, Vlad may be a good actor, but no acting on earth can save him from the shock of lightbulbs.]

[lovingguide]

Would you mind if I accompanied you? I haven't had any fresh air today, and was hoping to take in the outside.

[alucloset]

Well... [the boy waffles, shifting from foot to foot uncertainly.]

Don't you want to stay pale? [her not wanting to is strange. most of the women he's met have been obsessed with keeping out of the sun. this unusual desire of hers overwhelms his apprehension for now.]