‍‍ ‍‍    ‍    ‍៚ ‍‍   𝕭𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙴.

« barb, half—hearted as it may sometimes be, at their old relationship. “Yes, you may be free and less of a prey to the likes of the ancestors, but there are others out there who will hunt you in 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 —— ways I want you to be no part of.”

« head shaking slightly before he takes another step forward, following every of her movements fervently. “You think you’re 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, aren’t you?” The quip isn’t lost on him, not with the many times they have danced around the topic and she always manage to toss a »

« louder than any retort vocalized, earning an exasperated huff of breath from the vampire himself, features pinching into a frown. If he isn’t immortal, his skin would have withered away at the amount of stress she puts him through. A mirthless smile curves on his face, »

A deeper, more resigned than defeated sigh echoes in the further distance, the sound of teeth clenching almost drowning the resonance. . . . what if they’re a threat in the future? (not that he wouldn’t be able to dispose of it, but just saying —— his skin is tingling.)

. . . say, if one were to give a heads—up to someone and said someone doesn’t listen, do I have your explicit permission to give into the . . . bloodlust you’re so against of?

Nicole.

« in the light of 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 advice. Not to mention the fact she often finds herself in midst of rather. . . 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 strays —— especially those he’d love to rid her of, yet 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 for fear of incurring her wrath. “Or do my words mean nothing to you now?”

« where she has her head buried in the assortment of greens, stopping a distance away. “What did I say about leaving the door unlocked?” There isn’t a doubt she isn’t 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺 capable of taking care of any wayward company, but time and again, she proves to be ever stubborn »

« leave that stone perpetually 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥. Features betray the slightest flicker of emotion, a frown creeping up skin when he takes the verbal invitation to come inside, not that he isn’t already a permanent presence in said apartment. His tongue clicks, sauntering to »

« hands unfortunately emptied. He couldn’t promise her with no residues of his hunger, though he assures her he shall be proper prior to being granted entrance inside.

« know of the months he spent studying her entire lifestyle, nor the subordinates he has assigned to keep him updated, preferring to keep the charade as long as he can. . . . but 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦, he shall pretend otherwise and strides to the wooden frame, knocking this time with both »

Does he need to drop yet another carcass at @lunarspelled’s feet before she decides to show her face around these parts? Or would she prefer another severed limb?

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