𝐏hobos
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You fear on what might happen. I feed on what already has.
Joined July 2025
𝐏hobos .Dᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴏꜰ Fᴇᴀʀ — Fear Incarnate .They say hell is below us. They're wrong. 𝒯rigger Warnings: This is hell, expect dark and mature themes. 21+ to enter.
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I am darkness but this is the first time I feel it surrounding me.
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Being away from you is not something I am enjoying, it weighs heavy on this dark heart but I am on a mission.
@Whispers0fFear There is an ache in my chest where you should be, your absence a weight I carry. I feel each passing hour. I miss you.
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I already swore to you I would.
Will you go the distance?.
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This is not a comical matter.
My soul.
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The 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖘 aren’t where I hide. They’re where I breathe. The dark isn’t my refuge. It’s my home.
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I broke the rules saving her from Klaus’s imprisonment there’s no point in pretending I’ll stop now. “So when I say you are safe with me, Katerina”. I lean forward, hand finding hers. My fingers weave through hers with shocking care, holding without force.
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I will take every fear they carry and shape it into something that will leave their minds nothing more than ruin.”. The words are laced with threat, dripping with the certainty of someone who has already crossed the line.
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I don’t waste time, I return to where we left off before the interruption. “You’re safe with me, Katerina because if I am not at your side, the moment you feel fear, it will summon me. And whoever dares to inflict pain on you will feel my wrath.
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But soon she will learn I keep my word. When she finally returns the toast, our glasses meet with a soft clink. I raise mine to my lips, take a slow sip of scotch, and let the warmth settle in my chest. A satisfied hum escapes me before I set the glass down.
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I sense her hesitance immediately. It’s instinct a reflex she’s carried for centuries. I can’t fault her for it, I know too well the weight of disappointment. She’s been let down before, so often that trust has become something barely within her reach.
[Decent distance is a foreign concept to you — there's almost none between your face and my own when you breathe out the words I didn't expect to hear.] . 𝘚𝘢𝘧𝘦. [I repeat, my elbow sliding on the table when my hand goes up to your face, my fingertips resting at your jaw. ».
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I’ve seen countless expressions over the centuries, but hers is harder to read. She’s not smiling, but there’s a satisfaction there.
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the blood working through her veins again. She holds my hand like she already knows I’ll follow. And I will. “Lead the way, I’ll follow.”. Even as I say it, my eyes remain on her face, studying the slight curve of her mouth, the storm still in her gaze.
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There’s warmth there not the manufactured warmth of a vampire mimicking life, but the heat of something newly returned. Freedom. When my hand meets hers, I notice the difference immediately. My skin is cool, always, but hers is warmer now,.
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but she moves with determination and then she outstretches her hand toward me. I let my eyes linger on it. Her fingers are pale, streaked faintly with red. I study the shape of her hand, the subtle flex of her fingers as if she knows I’m observing every detail.
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I’ve already agreed before the sound leaves my lips. I like this. It’s different from what I’ve grown used to. This feels unburdened. The path shifts, and for once, I allow it. She takes a step back. There’s still blood on her skin, still a warrior in her posture,.
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My gaze drifts to her hand where it now rests at my side. It’s an odd thing to stand this close to someone who knows the truth and doesn’t retreat. “A little while longer.”. I echo her words. The truth is,.
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We’ve only just met. Correction, I’ve been part of her life for centuries, but this is the first real encounter. The first time she’s looked me in the eye and known exactly what I am. Who I am. And yet we keep gravitating toward one another.
[𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶. No idea what I was expecting when asking you to come with me since I wasn't even aware that the question was forming in my mind. It fell from my lips without permission, without a care, without. 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧 of an answer — whether negative or positive. ».
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I do not wish to trust something as delicate as this matter with someone else. This calls for someone who is effortless and has perfected their craft.
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