#alex.re

[cosmicrallway]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @lacvnc ❜ ｡ ° : . ✧

“So mister,” GARAM starts enthusiastically after her name’s called in by the receptionist, almost literally  F L O A T I N G  across the room towards the chair at the center.  Smiling delightedly at the tattoo artist to hide the INHUMANITY of her actions, she peeks over his towering shoulders.

“Y’got anything for like, IMPENETRABLE skin or something ??  Not that I got rock-hard skin or anything, but like, I just want something that lasts.  We’re talking Kingsman kinda thing.  Not really.  But kinda.”

[cosmicrallway]

@obciidian  LIKED THIS FOR A STARTER ❜ ｡ ° : . ✧

“Ah, sh--oh fuc---fudgecakes.  I meant fudgecakes.”

Nothing about the situation helped GARAM’s case at all---not the sheepish grin, and most definitely not the mostly unnecessary CENSORSHIP.  No, there’s nothing that can hide the fact that she’s holding a DISGUSTING chunk of whatever the hell, and that there’s liters of ( FRESH BLOOD ) flowing from her mouth down to her shirt. “I--ah, this---this is not what it looks like ?”

[cosmicrallway]

CONTINUED FROM HERE FEAT. @perenniter ❜ ｡ ° : . ✧

What the vampire finds herself in is quite the odd predicament---her insides THROBBING, her mood at an all time low, and her everything just feels... wrong.  GARAM can’t explain it, but the only way to put it is to liken it to a sort of vampire heat, and that could be it, considering the way she’s being so clingy towards the other.  Or maybe she’s just HUNGRY.

“Dae  S T I N K S  !  You smell waaay better.” It’s not like there’s much of a difference, anyway.  Fresh blood is fresh blood. “C’mon, can’t we stay here for longer ??”