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10. Your muse has angered mine, and my muse is holding a gun to your muse's head. This is what happens next; inxinities
Courfeyrac’s hands were shaking, and he knew Eric would be able to notice it, wasn’t even sure the gun would actually do anything but it was worth a shot. He clicked off the safety, his bottom lip drawn between his teeth as he looked up at him, trying to figure out what he was even doing, but this had been his first thought the moment he’d figured out who the other was-or rather, what.
“What the fuck are you?” He whispered sharply. “Because I know you’re not...you’re not normal, you’re not human, I should’ve seen it before but just now-so what the hell are you?”









