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The halls are eerily silent. It’s not normal for the Summer Society lodge to be this silent. There are no girls running around. The twins are no where to be found. No salamanders either. It seems  like since this... Falling out between the five of them everyone’s acted accordingly. 

Her boots scrape against the hard wood, coming to  stop at a door left slightly ajar. Carmilla goes against being cliché and entering with a ‘Knock-Knock,’ instead using her balled up knuckles to push the door open.

She notices the lack of upkeep, the separated beds  and lastly, Claudia, curled up on Gianna’s bed -- motionless. 

                               “Hey.”

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“No, no, no, no, no.” Yes, he is a Zeta  in enemy territory, which in turn hasn’t been so terrible as of late. Dating a summer brings that sort of territory. The problem? Teleporting naked into a room of the Summer Society house that’s HIGHLY unrecognizable. 

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TEXT || Pretty Nose

Jaspar: So...

Jaspar: I got your number.

Jaspar: Hope you don't mind.

[giantblkcat]

❛ You know, most people call or scream when they’re in dire need of counsel. That and they don’t come to me. They go to people who naturally show semblance of care. ❜

The brunette takes strides forward, arms  folded carefully over each other. She’s never  been quite good at comfort. Gianna’s a  different case, however. The two understand each other on a level unparalleled. 

❛ Big Red didn’t take too much  of a bite out of you, hm? Is there still enough Italian Stallion to go around? ❜

[giantblkcat]

❛ This is me time.   I just got out of the meeting from hell.❜  

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It’s been forever. At least that’s how the vampire feels, turning  the key to the stolen motorbike she acquired several countries away. Her forever was only a month. Several weeks away from Silas in the  wake up a five day long blood bath. She had never felt like such  an animal - not even under Maman’s control. It hadn’t been her choice, but felt like it was all in the same. 

It was her actions, but not her desires.

Time to face the music. Her hand grips on the door knob, leading to  the kitchen of the lodge. The Summer Society home. Several letters  written addressed to the huntresses of Silas and only one delivered  in her absence. Quite possibly the only one that mattered.

Carmilla steps in without a sound, until her boots scrape the tile  beneath her -- 

“More blood to batter ratio.”