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ㅤ 𓈒 ̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ the 𝙲𝙾𝙱͜𝚁𝙰 is not 𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝅄 𓆗 ۪ ݁ 𓈒
ㅤㅤ ۪ 𝅄 ꒰ 시온 ꒱ ۪ ݁ it is 𝗿𝗲͟𝘀͟𝘁͟𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁. ݁ ۪ ୧
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⑅ 𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝚠͜𝚎𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ݂۫ ´ཀ`
ᣟ݂ ♱ ﹠𝑛𝑑 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 ݂ ۫ ১
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⠀︶˚̣̣̣ ྀི † 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 ݂۫ 🪽
ᣟ݂ 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝕾ᴵᴺᴺᴱᴿ ݂ ۫ ་། ͡
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i’m a vampire, you rascal.
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i have no need for a human’s sustenance.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𓏵⠀⠀ ׅ ekpen ⠀ ◟ ⨯
⠀♰⠀ 𓈒 ⠀harbringer of doom
⠀ ノ⠀tri – headed hell panther ✙
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what a torrent of words he offers, every stray thought given form and voice without restraint. it is an unexpectedly compelling subject to hear from someone like them — perhaps that explains the weariness etched into their features, the &.
hollow look of one long deprived of rest.
“and have you?” the vampire inquires, his voice roughened, fraying at the edges the longer he lingers in his hunger, a living pulse seated so temptingly across from him.
“hm… going outside can be pleasant, i suppose,” he muses lightly, voice threaded with quiet thought. “though i find myself more attuned to the hours when the world softens — i am rarely seen beneath the sun.”
there is something almost spectral in the way he says it, as though he belongs more to shadow than light — a presence that lingers where things grow quiet, watchful and patient.
his gaze returns to them, curious now, though the calm &.
drained dry.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀paranormal investigator also known
⠀⠀⠀⠀by ' ASH '. perpetually frightened
⠀⠀⠀⠀lamb hybrid ; he/they. film major.
⠀⠀⠀⠀vhslamb.carrd.co ⠀ ━━━━ ⠀mdni.
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“hm,” he hums softly, gaze idly following the path of rainwater as it trails along the curve of their face — slipping past cheek and jaw, lingering at the delicate hollow of the neck where a pulse quietly rests beneath skin.
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⠀&& the table ─┈ a small attempt to fill the silence but not too disruptively.
⠀“ like, a rainy day or two is fine, i can rest a bit at home, but when it starts feeling too long i get a little antsy about it. ”
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his eyes linger there for a moment too long, something unreadable flickering beneath the calm surface.
“that is true,” he murmurs at last, tone light, almost absent of the thought that had just passed.

















