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dushavor replied to your post:me: i should do something productive before bed...
ME RN
it doesn’t help that everyone is going to bed rn 8|||||
🌟🌟🌟🌟 tosses these over ur head whilst singing you're a sky full of stars by coldplay ;u; 🌟🌟🌟🌟
this is so good and pure and sweet of you omfg i AM DELIGHTED AND HONORED THANK YOU BOO
tribeca is far more lively than freiburg and schwarzwald combined, which is both exciting and completely scrambles his nerves. one small fraction, one small movement towards a viewed vanity could ruin this calm a n o n y m o u s state.
❝ you look familiar. ❞ he may of been forward, but was quick to express chivalry by bringing the woman a drink and dessert sampling.
it was a bar & shockingly clean full of seemingly safe folks. tobias looked to her as he did to the auras flowing over schluchsee lake ; still a sullen yet honest smile remained.
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the night was swift proving a return to his element ; the blood of the english rejuvenated him , was freeing him from the grappling forces of a listless curse only recently begun to truly , finally be waning . the moon was full and refulgent , silvered light pouring over the english cityscape where even the gas lighting could not reach , the coronas wan and thin even in the blistering heat of the summer night . recent rains evaporated foggily through the streets , mixing sickly to a coppery odor profuse in the streets , but yet did not diminish the blood he could hear surging in the veins of the unsuspecting . the count had been watching the nearby thoroughfare of prostitutes milling the dark alleyways , awaiting customers to be had . and his machinations were simple : lure one of them , then promise coin ... before feeding and dragging the life and misery from her veins . for why else would they turn to such a life , fraught with unhappiness . it would be kindness to take their life from them peacefully .
watching his prey , a slight crane over his shoulder drew dracula’s attention at one who seemed to have joined him , airs otherworldly . ‘ and who might you be , doamna ? ‘