— Just spent the past two days trying to remember the damn email to this account cause lawd only knows I need to get back on here again.
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— Just spent the past two days trying to remember the damn email to this account cause lawd only knows I need to get back on here again.
An INHALE was cast, and the hunger grew parched IN HIS hues, coal black they were, but now ever lustful and at a want for taste and FILL. Fresh and UNTAINTED blood, that was the stench, as COMPLIMENTED BY C R I S P beer. An augmented chuckle fled those STAINED LIPS OF HIS, as he yanked HIS body up from the slouched POSITION, humour etched across hazed features. “—GREETINGS and SALUTATIONS to you too... are those for me?” He stood, hand at a gesture towards the bottles. “You shouldn’t have.”
“—Ah but you see, that’s the problem; hope. People always hope,” arms cast up, to rest beneath HIS head IN the bend OF HIS elbows. “They CLING to power that’s greater than them, even to ones they can’t even see.. people,” he scoffed IN HIS laughter. “Always so helpless, but hopeful that they can be helped. Same as you’re hopeful that I’d somehow muster an ASSIDUOUS nature, as you so POETICALLY put IT, and yet you know DIFFERENTLY. Am I not already PROVING you OTHERWISE, Mr..?”
Morgan was QUICK to bore OF such statements made, and that very sense IN WHICH HIS general INTEREST lacked, he stretched back AGAINST the length, novel at a drape across HIS eyes. “—Are you QUITE FINISHED?” Mumbled he, the tone doused IN LILTED INATTENTION. “I don’t recall REQUESTING a lesson on the PUBLIC DOMAIN,” he tossed SAID book ASIDE, to land upon the glass table nearby. “I only WISH to use IT for myself.” Gaze D R I F T E D alas, to land upon the man, tear ducts at a SMIRK on the mouth’s behalf.
Mouth half watered to the scent that wafted through the AIR, as the young and be IT, rather handsome man, made the attempt to muster some DISTANCE between them. A F O O L I S H move where a parched V A M P I R E was concerned. “—Nonsense. It’s but a SLITHER past dusk,” mused he as HIS FINGERS seemed to grasp at the AIR. “At least let me show you the gardens—you’ll have to excuse my pry, but you are not common here, are you? In WHICH case,” he extended an arm across HIS shoulders as he stepped up to HIS SIDE. “You S I M P L Y must see the CENTREPIECE to the garden ... IT’S to DIE for.”
“—The LIBRARY IS for the PUBLIC to bathe and bask IN IT’S knowledge to THEIR own content, so really, when you THINK about IT,” hardback novel swayed up to gesture at the grand room, before DRAPING over the plush BACKING OF.the BOUJI CHAISE. “I do own IT, don’t you THINK?” Where there was smugness, there was sneer, and E G O T I S M IN the sense that he would IGNORE the second sentence.
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“—Don’t look at me WITH your JUDGY LITTLE eyes,” Morgan mulled, as he settled that LITHE ageless PHYSIQUE OF HIS, upon the BOUJI CHAISE, quarter-read book IN hand. “Or that’ll be the last look you’ll ever G I V E, I’ll make sure OF IT.”
There was a natural, and be IT, rather unappeased SQUINT to the eye when requested to halt IN HIS sauntered manner, as though he were annoyed at such a comment, but that was far from the case. “——H’m,” sound mulled out from beyond a taut mouth. “My APOLOGIES. You’ll have to FORGIVE me..” head found IT’S predatory TILT. “I haven’t seen artwork Q U I T E LIKE your ATTIRE IN years.”
Morgan PAID no bother to the query that the man had muttered, for to EXPLAIN what nature possessed HIM, would prolong HIS APPETITE, and he had no MIND to lose HIS CUISINE to UNORIGINAL speeches. He hummed under H I S breath, as he sauntered round the other, FINGERS at a graze across the shoulder blades. “——THIS SUIT’S much too FLATTERING to be a bulk buy. It has to be TAILOR- made, would I be RIGHT IN SAYING so, Mr?...” he stopped before HIM then, AWAITING an INTRODUCTION.
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It would seem that some muse has started to return for me here, about bloody time. Though I do think that this blog needs a little revamping, and old roleplays need scrapping in order to make room for new ones, but other than that, hello to all who remember me. I’ve been over HERE for the past, god knows how long, but I should be coming back here very soon.
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Sorry I haven’t been very active, I spent my weekend in London where I went to see Melanie Martinez, ran into Brienne from GoT for like three seconds, and went to Baker Street to explore Sherlock’s home, among other things. I now have to return to reality and get on with my studies D: So replies on all my blogs will come sometime this week. If not, then the weekend.
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