❛ my dreams grow darker. ❜
⠀⠀⠀⠀prompts 𝒇𝒕. @laboniare
𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖜 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗, at least for my ancient and far - seeing eyes, Elisaveta Drakul thought to herself without so much as ushering an audible word. She rarely dreamed anymore, unless it was one of those special kind of prophetic dreams. The unfortunate downside to spring in the states was the influx of warmer weather which caused many a sleepless night. And to counter that, the fortunate upside to her immaculate Gramercy Park home was the heavy blackout drapes and state of the art thermostat which kept the arctic chill of winter in the air. How else could her friends wear sweaters that covered their throats when they left after their willing... or not so willing... blood donations ?
❛❛ I was where you were at one point, darling. What you need is a good tumble. ❜❜ She chuckles lightly to herself, just once, silvery moonstone eyes blazing with vivacity. Elisaveta had a most infectious laugh, in most cases. And she couldn't help it; not with the look Hayley had given her before she had the chance to finish. ❛❛ Of gemstones, that is. Do you believe in such things, Hayley ? I could recommend some, and even a place in Manhattan to acquire them, if you like. ❜❜
