#&(dracula)

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@omniishambles // satine for drac

He liked to talk. That was immediately obvious. And so she let him, offering the occasional interjection to stay seemingly interested as he talked. And talked. And talked. But that was what men did, they talked and wanted a round of applause for it, and that was her life. Listening to men talk, and being paid for it-- outside of the obvious other things she was being paid for.

This one wasn't paying for anything yet.

But she listened anyway, interest only really piqued when he spoke of other places. Why was it, that the people able to do as they chose, and go where they liked, always seemed the least appreciative of the fact? Always.

"Tell me more about Transylvania." Even if she never truly left this building alive, she could at least hear about anywhere else. Framed with a flirtatious grin, she finished his drink since he hadn't touched it. "Is it cold there?"

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if @omniishambles thinks having the submit box off will stop me, i have some news lmao

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hey @omniishambles just in case drac ever thinks he's #safe, and having a good night, elisabeta can and absolutely will-- completely at random-- start very convincingly crying in public and utterly sell the act pretending he kidnapped her, purely so he has to Deal With That while on his way to do something time sensitive (:

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@muddledmenagerie knock knock drac its ur wayward daughter

How arrogant, to have a home not protected by a living owner of the deed. Someone didn't expect other vampires to intrude. Or maybe he just didn't care. But it had been so easy to get into the apartment, and she had gone through every inch of it in the hour she had spent there already. Sitting at the table, one leg over the other-- the picture of contained boredom-- her head tilted as he walked in.

"I thought you'd be taller." Elisabeta commented dryly, eyes narrowing on him with no movement of concern from where she sat. Like a predator. A vexed child. Then she shrugged off the thought, fog leaking down the walls, born of her annoyance.

All her life waiting to meet him and he hadn't even opened his mouth, but she was already beating down the urge to push him out of a window. The fog deepened as her eye color did, fingernails dragging carelessly into the wood of the table. "This is your home, don't let me stop you."

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🐤 elisa drag your fucking dad

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she's judging y'all, just so u know :/

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@muddledmenagerie listen u answered me at all on this so u have only urself to blame

Despite being in the slipstream of progress, she was not all-knowing. Her knowledge was vast, considering, but there would always be blind spots in how much one could glean from blood, no matter how many shady government organizations you took victims from. When there were only a handful of people alive who knew of a plan, it was statistically unlikely that one little vampire would find it out before it was too late. And too late, it was. “No--” The word came on a cascade of black blood out of her mouth as she staggered back from the previously unassuming teenage girl of a victim. In a fit of rage and fear, the girls head found itself knocked across the room before she collapsed, nails digging into the hardwood floor and veins under her eyes and down the sides of her face blackening as the hidden weapon attacked every cell in her body. “NO--”“