⁽ ¹ ⁾ 𝔞͟𝘮𝘳𝘦𝘯 .
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ❛⠀so you keep me sharp ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𖬺. ⠀⠀ test my worth ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ IN BLOOD* , @BLOODYREDMANE. ⠀⠀ ⸜ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀
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Joined March 2024
locking his gaze in, even still while she pulls the goblet back to her lips again. the stem settle neatly between black clawed digits. ⠀⠀⠀ ❛ and yet you would have so blindly walked into a trap had I found you suited, 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘢𝘮é. ❜
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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ❛ what i want is not something you can give. ❜ ⠀⠀⠀ a stare full of unfettered confidence, assurance of her own strength in holding her ground. if she were to frighten it would be at the hands of someone far worse — she would know. ⠀⠀⠀ eyes remain ⇀
⠀ Breathless moments pass before tatted digits draw back drapes of worn velvet,the emerald hunger of his gaze found the red of her allure. His chin dipped a bit to the side as a few strands of his hair fell like ♱͟︐ ⠀
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⠀ ᅠ⠀ ⠀⿻ ⠀⠀┈─⠀⠀ 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃⠀ ⠀𝙸𝚂𝙽’𝚃⠀ 𝐆͟𝐈͟𝐕͟𝐄͟𝐍 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𓄹 ⠀ ⠀ ݁ ݁ ⠀⠀𝖬̲𝖴̲𝖲̲𝖳 ⠀ ⠀𝙱𝙴⠀⠀𝕿𝐀͟𝐊͟𝐄͟𝐍⠀ 𓈒⠀ ᅠ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ sinking into her seat . . . is it even possible for the undead to be exhausted .ᐣ ⠀⠀⠀
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me. ❜ ⠀⠀⠀ that same sack & carafe brought forth, shown in the small cast of flame and moonlight. ⠀⠀⠀ ❛ please. ❜
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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ lithe clawed digits curl around hood seam, letting it fall to her shoulders and reveal the bundle of loosely curly raven strands. pale skin, warm red eyes — not quite as piercing and malicious as her maker’s. ⠀⠀⠀ ❛ I came to help you, so please . . . let ⇀
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huddled figure in the dark, and a frown warps sanguine painted margins. subtly, reaching the eyes. a voice as smooth as silk to follow, hush and calm. ⠀⠀⠀ ❛ I am not him, though I bear his undeath. Killing you would do no favors for either of us. ❜ ⇀
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hopefully give to the other what fenharel refused to. should she be caught, it’d be a torturous result … but he has no reason to believe his darling bride would ever go against his word, would she .ᐣ so behaved and subservient . . . ⠀⠀⠀ crimson eyes settle upon her ⇀
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night had fallen deep and the crowds thinned, she’d slip away through the cracks and find herself beneath the confines of luxury, and down in the dampness of the the cold dark cellars. ⠀⠀⠀ bearing with her a burlap sack filled with bread and meat, and a carafe of water to ⇀
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warded her all these years. the last she’d ever see him, and the last he’d ever see her in her emerald-eyed warmth. ⠀⠀⠀ pity snakes its way into her veins with every swing and crash, every fleck of blood that stings at her nose && turns her throat. and once the ⇀ ⠀⠀⠀
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was an acceptable trade to the ravenous eye of the lord. ⠀⠀⠀ and poor, poor Amren; pleading and begging for another way. clawing at her father’s arm, puffy cheeks and soaked eyes whisked away in the night without so much as a gaze of acknowledgment from the man who ⇀
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show true for purely her own guise, but it was no less sincere. ⠀⠀⠀ another lord’s daughter, bright and shining — brilliant and clever. beauty nothing short of otherworldly, caught in the dealings of her father’s debts to Fenharel. no gold to give, but surely his daughter ⇀
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as striking in appearance. quiet as a mouse, unmoving but upon close look hardly joyed by the bloodshed. hardly pleased by how run && lean-becoming fenharel’s favorite slayer was. ⠀⠀⠀ if anything, a thread of guilt sewed itself into her countenance, inability to let it ⇀
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companionship. ⠀⠀⠀ shackled all the same, one in rags and the other in riches — but none such freer than the other. one looking in from the outside could never tell it apart. a pale, crimson eyed beauty perched like a bird next to a prestigious and wealthy lord, equally ⇀
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