#Tron boy on a big black dog! Thanks #MasterAaron for escorting and @xdavidxlucax taking the pic! Hahah!! Good time!(在 Schöneberg, Berlin, Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bnt6VS1CGUJ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ny8fmngmo419

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#Tron boy on a big black dog! Thanks #MasterAaron for escorting and @xdavidxlucax taking the pic! Hahah!! Good time!(在 Schöneberg, Berlin, Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bnt6VS1CGUJ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ny8fmngmo419
Once More, With Feeling. || Master Aaron & Melanie.
An internal conflict was raging within Melanie Clovis, only seeming to intensify every time the reflection of Aaron Hartley flashed beneath those eyelids. Two commanders, the Heart and the Mind, controlled their armies with an iron fist. As the battle raged within, there was trouble deciding which side the other was on. Each point the two battling organs arose was often lost in the turmoil, leaving the poor brunette’s head pounding and heart racing.
Such an affect had never blanketed Melanie so. Such emotions that were too strong to fit in such a small body were soon smothered, made dull by the battling emotions raging within. Hatred for this vampire was pulsing low, what used to be a raging fire now a barely-there glow.
Now, as the young girl awaited the inevitable of the Master she so despised coming to collect his pet, the battle raged on. Melanie was certain that the beast could hear the rapid thudding of a winning heart, the beat carried on the wind and to those finely-tuned ears. The scent was stronger when the heart became wild, the beats allowing more and more of life’s essence to sweep and slide through blueish veins.
Willing the racing to cease, Melanie’s eyelids fluttered before closing, inhaling the sweet night air. The grounds were practically silent, and the brunette was thankful. A clear head was needed. There was little time until it would be clouded by the smirk and smile on those pale lips of the Master.