𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 ' 𝖘 𝖆 𝖘𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖊 , 𝖆 𝖘𝖈𝖔𝖋𝖋 , & 𝖆 𝖜𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉 .
' a parasite , truly ? ' mannimarco muses easily , ruminating on the endless times he ' d heard that vilification . of course , it ' d been in many different languages , dead tongues from lost civilizations , even once coming from the byzantine empress theodora . he ' d never been one to bury or disguise his true personality , his love of the macabre , political plots , & all things similarly magnificent , which bothers some . he hardly minds , however .
' it ' s the 21st century ! ' he declares , outstretching his arms in a celebratory manner . ' it ' s new york city ! parasite or not , you must admit , i fit right in . this is my age ! ' he plucks his keys from his coat pocket , & sets to work unlocking his antique shop . with a satisfying click , the door unlocks , & he presses it open . inside lies a conglomeration of stone angels , antique armoires , grandfather clocks that no longer tick .
' my dear , i know we ' re dead , but please try & live a little , ' he says , holding the door open for her . ' now , do come in , i have some tomes that would be of exceptional interest to you . '
@madelich : ❛ A parasite with a title. ❜ / from here / eagerly accepting !
