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❝ Unpaid babysitter to two demonic brats. ❞ || 18+ || RP

Horseman of the Apocalypse
Joined January 2023
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𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐞;; 𝑨𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝑰𝒔𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉
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Rolling his eyes, turning around and walking away. So be it.
Pulling his vape out. Conversation over.
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“I would ask what happened, but you already said it’s none of my business.”
"Me getting hurt isn't tea."
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“Keep the tea to yourself, then. That’s fine too.”
"None of your business anyways."
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45
“That narrows it down by…nothing. Incredible.”
"A big baby of a man."
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“Who pissed in your pool today? Your mood is more sour than a freshly exorcised demon.”
Rolling his eyes. "Might be my dad, who the fuck knows." Good mood he's in.
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“Leviathan, the Sin of Envy, giant sea serpent of a dragon…” Placing a lit cigarette between his lips with a chuckle. “I know him well.”
"Sure thing. And I am the leviathan or whatever." Irving isn't having it today.
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“Humble.” Head cocked to one side, flashing his teeth in a menacing smile. “I’m far more powerful than a regular god.”
Looking him up and down. "Narcissist much?"
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“Blessings come from the god who gives them. In this case: me.”
"Blessings still come from up there or whatever."
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“You can call me whatever you like, but I don’t rule over Heaven. Wrong god, I’m afraid.”
"I don't get into heaven anyways so why would I care about anything from the sky daddy?"
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“You don’t care for blessings?”
Pulling a grimace.
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“Bless you, my child.”
Raising an eyebrow. "Good luck or whatever."
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“Correct. There’s one in particular bothering our producer.”
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Blessing a bottle of water. Guess who Johannes called.
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…God fucking dammit.
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Thank the gods Valentin chose festivals over football. I’d be horrified to have a hooligan as a son.
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Softening even more at the face scrunch, he breathes a smitten sigh. “I’m going to sound like someone else right now, but… Thank you. Thank you for loving me.”
Little face scrunch at the hand on his face. Only Jack will ever see him this carefree. "And I love you."
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Here come the smitten puppy eyes as well as a fond smile gracing his lips as he reaches to gently cup Artem’s cheek. “Gods, I love you…”
"I believe in you, you believe in me. I love our love."
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Rumbling out a content purr. “Your faith in me is what keeps me going through these tough times… Thank you.”
"You're doing great darling. I know its hard." Placing a kiss to his fuzzy cheek.
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“You and me both… I’m monitoring the situation as closely as I can.”
"I know... I just hope it won't be necessary."
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Lifting his head to nuzzle Artem’s cheek with a soft chuckle. “Don’t worry… I’m not reckless. I know how to stay undetected.”
Blink. "No.... I didn't think of the radiation."
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