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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ੈ ˚ 𝖍𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝑛𝑜𝑡 ༝⁀ ◌ 𝒉͟𝒊͟𝒔͟ ⠀⠀https://t.co/FwAGkd3PzH ｗａｓ 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖿𝗈𝗋 t͜͡ears .⩩⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀
͏listen to them: the children of the 𝚗͟𝚒͟𝚐͟𝚑͟𝚝. what sweet music they make. 18 ↑ mdni.⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀
Joined December 2024
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ i condemn you to living 𝐝𝖾͟𝖺͟𝗍͟𝗁. to 𝐞͟𝐭͟𝐞͟𝐫͟𝐧͟𝐚͟𝐥 hunger for living 𝔟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. ⠀⠀ ⠀
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ he is a gentleman if anything. ⠀⠀ ⠀
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ oh ? does that mean he feels the need to be charming right now ? ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ when he needs to be. ⠀⠀ ⠀
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ charming , isn't he ? ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ while the dress is beautiful , it does not compare to the sight of her. ⠀⠀ ⠀
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ hm . thank you . the dress is new . ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ without question. ⠀⠀ ⠀
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ you believe so , count ? ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀
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a vision.
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remember to romanticize vampirism today
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so give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough
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dead or not she was intriguing to him.
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“ exactly my dearest. ” the hint of smirk clung to his features in response to her comment. “ look at you worrying for me. ” a jest. one he was sure she’d pick up on. ——
“ I have no reason to fear your two little baby teeth, ” slowly pulling her hand from his, resuming washing the blood from her skin. “ any blood you could drink from me is long spoiled. you would harm yourself more than you would harm me. ” a monster he might not see, but a
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the sweet release of 𝐝͟𝐞͟𝐚͟𝐭͟𝐡.
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“ you don’t seem to mind. ” beneath the bride’s touch he recognized a familiar defiance of nature. her strength did not frighten him and he did not see a monster when gazing upon her , just another creature cursed to never feel ——
“ of course. ” beneath the surface of her touch he can feel the truth of her strength. it lies in wait, yet it is there all the same. somehow she is a standing freak of nature ; not living. not able to die. not gentle like a human. often violent like an animal.
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“ when needed of course. ”
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he does not recoil from the truth of her. instead, he studies her with a measured calm, dark eyes fixed on her. his grip remains gentle, intrigued by her, a heart no longer beating a mirror of his own.
the sensation is bizarre. the blood she carries is still warm from its living victim, yet her limbs are pallid and cold to the touch. it is obvious as soon as she is under scrutiny that her flesh is dead—- that her blood runs cold and that her heart does not beat.
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fangs briefly flashed upon finishing.
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“ lovely. ” he’s grabbing her wrist gently as his gaze falls upon her. tongue soon licking off trickling blood off her hand.
well—- the corpse raises a hand, allowing warm blood to trickle from her fingers and run from her palm.
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perhaps it’s been a day or two without nourishment.
is he so desperate for nutrition that he’ll take strange blood that came from any and everywhere?
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he could have licked that off.
washing blood from her hands. it was a long night.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ tongue swiping crimson stained lips with a slow hungry calm. ⠀⠀ ⠀
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