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⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀It's been a week, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀yet I remember it as if it were ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀yesterday. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀══════⊱💍⊰══════ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀@BL00DF0RFAME ⠀ ⠀

⠀ “Oh, don’t mind me—” There was still dried bIооd coating his forearms. ⠀

⠀ Isn't that, like, the real test? Finding someone who sticks with you, regardless, and doesn’t think of running away? Sounds like you found a keeper, babe. ⠀

⠀ “Everyone deserves to hear something true and nice about themselves,” he said, his words gentle. “That includes you. Why do you think you’re undeserving?” ⠀

⠀ sins are committed by the living. The dеаd usually don’t have anything to answer to. They’re just… deеаd.” ⠀

⠀ Philippe already knew. The condition of the bоdу was poor, the bIооd thin and sour, lacking more vital sustenance than an undеаd who hadn’t seen the sun in centuries. “I wouldn’t let it go to waste like that,” he added after a moment’s pause. “Besides, 𐃘 ⠀

⠀ away from any prying eyes. The police were still on the scene and more were coming in, and the Moulin Rouge was too exposed, too far. For now, all they could do was wait in the shadows. ⠀

⠀ trying to hurt?” he asked, his voice a tightly controlled calm, though a rattle of emotion betrayed him. He shrugged out of his coat and draped it over Ambrose’s shoulders, sheltering him. Appearance was irrelevant; the more pressing matter was to get him to safety, 𐃘 ⠀

⠀ When Philippe’s eyes mapped out the damage done to his beloved’s body, fury rose in his throat. He had to force it down and swallow the heat until it turned into a smoldering coal in his chest. Not was not the moment to rage at humanity’s violent whims. “Who was he 𐃘 ⠀

⠀ a sip from his cup, his tongue searching for the metallic tang and finding none. “It doesn’t chip at your new teeth when you feed, but it’s still bloody work. What I’m trying to ask is… what exactly fascinates you about 𝑢𝑠?” ⠀

⠀ “Depends, really.” There was still time before the ritual’s true gravity took hold. The newcomers were still entertained, in good spirits… but for how long? “If I may… you don’t look like someone who’d seek this out for herself. It’s a cruel gift.” He took 𐃘 ⠀

⠀ ⠀ Ambrose enjoying his time in the cabaret , as if he hadn't committed the worst murder possible in centuries. And hid the body in the underground tunnels catacomb just below the dance floor. ⠀ ⠀

⠀ the water's finally cold enough to snap me out of the hunt; ⠀

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“Are the fangs what make it look like I did it?” Philippe’s hand flew to his chest in faux offence. “But I agree: the roses won't appreciate their new fertilizer. Even dried and its bоnеs ground, the essence is all wrong. I’d recommend it for fruit trees, оr a tomato garden.”

⠀ Offering him a soft, friendly smile before repeating: “You handle yourself with care, despite everything. That says a lot.” ⠀

⠀ his husband’s and pulled him back into the deeper dark. “Why?” ⠀

⠀ “Honest to Gоd.” They would handle it from here. And Philippe left, until he rounded the first corner. There, he found Ambrose pressed against the brick wall, peering from the alley. Casually turning the corner, he hooked an arm through 𐃘 ⠀