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“And now just how does a vampire end up a therapist?”
“I’ve always been fascinated by mind and how it works, and I saw a need and decided to fill it. Even the supernatural need help sometimes. Probably more than others, and as far as I know no one else has ever tried in this way.”
“And technically, I’m not just a therapist either. I’m all three: therapist, psychologist, and psychiatrist.”
“I’m here to help.”
send ♣ for a text not meant for you
[Text:] HOLY SHIT! I was just sitting here browsing random fun facts and I needed to share this with you: Did you know that sharks are apparently older than trees? Sharks are believed to have been around for 400 million years while trees have only existed for 350 million.
[Text:] The only recorded thing older than both of these is your mother. Where's the $20 you owe me?
Enfield was not far away at all from the London Motherhouse, and so when Pandora called him about meeting up with a friend he decided to go meet the lad on his own first. She wouldn't be able to be there until the following night. Of course he checked if the talamasca had a file on this Vincent since he had not known about him before then. It was a small file but the things he'd skimmed over were quite heartbreaking. Interesting too. He didn't read all of it, feeling it better to know the man naturally than as a subject.
Pulling up to the location Pandora sent he found a cottage with brick garden wall and a sturdy iron gate. He parked on the side of the road and took his covered wicker basket with him. Dressed in causal but comfortable brown trousers and a thin white hemp shirt he stood before the gate. Surprisingly he sensed no wards about, but still he would wait there, for there were dogs that now barked to alert of his presence. One of them came to the gate, smelling the air, a hound. But how odd it looked, old and not so well, faded? Undead was it? Ah of course, a necromancer's companions. He knelt down to see if he was friendly for pets.
“your presence disturbs the silence yet i do not mind it.”
“Well, that’s nice to hear. I do try not to disturb others when coming to these places, but I have a tendency to move a little more loudly after startling others one too many times.”
“Hello, by the way.”
[text : Allie] : Um. Yeah. It's Vincent. It's been a while. Yeah. Couple of years I guess. I'm still alive ! Do you even have the same number? [text : Allie] : If you ever would like to come by let me know. [text : Allie] : things are a little different with my curse now . I think I fucked up idk let me know
[Text: Vincent} Vincent, mon cher! What a joy to hear from you after all this time. The curse… well, that tale is best told in person. I would be delighted to see you again. Just tell me where you’re hiding these nights, and I’ll come find you. There’s so much to share, and eternity always feels a little brighter in old company.
💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?
"Bastard." Pausing, then adding, "If we are talking about gestures... Talking it through. Not storming off. Coming back. Accepting and embracing. I don't know... Honestly, I'm not great at it."
"Look, you probably couldn't give a rat's arse about what someone like has to say, but if I don't say it now I won't, but you should know you look good."
His dark eyes turned on the young man addressing him, noticing instantly how short the guy was. Short but straight-forward. It would not be the first nor the last time that he got complimented by a total stranger, an oblivious mortal impressed by the enhancement of the blood. "Says who? Maybe it makes my day." he answered, his English carrying a strong, mixed accent of French and Italian.
"What defines a nice bum, anyway?" (I saw this and laughed )
questioning
What a valid and fair question. Antoine thinks about it with hands dug deep in his pockets. Ceasing his whistling for a second. Then he takes his hands out with his right in a cupping position, and the left in more of a forward grab, "Not flat, I'd say. Must be plump but not squishy or hard. A good firm. Gotta make sure there's something to grab with enough palm room if you just wanna, *smack*." There it is. The spanking motion with such a sweet facial expression. "What would you define as a nice one, Vincent?"
