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“So the dog’s full name is Sir Valentiny of the House of Rock,” Julian recited, glancing over at Rhys. Just like he’d asked, he was finally getting to see her place, and apparently, her place came with a tiny dog. “Does everyone get to call him Little Val, or do I need to formally address him until he gets to know me better?” // @capriiciousness
It had been an effort not to slash throats and leave behind a bloody mess in that damn meeting. But fool’s blood wouldn’t satisfy him. Those weak-willed cowards would taste like water, anyway. There was only one person Julian was interested in drinking from, and it wasn’t out of hatred or pure bloodlust.
He didn’t spot her right away thanks to the pink hair, but when he did, something in his chest loosened, a strange sort of relief he didn’t have time to unpack. He slipped through the crowd until he found himself at her side. “Someone looks absolutely divine tonight,” he purred in greeting, place his hand on the small of her back. “I love the hair. It’s very cute. And you’re even wearing my gifts...” // @capriiciousness
