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❛ Cher, ❜ From the comfort of furs, did the vampire shift and speak, lowering a chin into the flesh of palms. ❛ Just what is your goal for all of this? You write so much that I cannot help but fear for your wrist. ❜

#yes greetings lemme inject domestic content directly into your veins #nxfas #❝ Verse. Vows made upon the funeral pyre. ❞

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❝ who are you? ❞

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( Aulus @ the people: this just in, this is not an invitation B| )

Huffs!

#nxfas #amsel: sends him an invitation via e-mail

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( shalalala kiss the boy )

blows him a kiss!

#nxfas #strums a guitar

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❛ Why do you do this? ❜ He stood in the doorway, dressed in the man’s own shirt with that preserved face showing blankness at the surface but in his eyes laid that incessant curiosity. For once, it was not the topic of himself that led this, no latent ego found its way at home here. All Amsel could conjure up were questions about Aulus, & he wanted answers short or long. He knew nothing substantial, after all this time he knew nothing he could take with him; he never asked. ❛ When did you start? ❜ The vampire then gestured around to his desk, to the maps, the journal & all the words hidden away there. One day, Amsel would look, perhaps when Aulus rested so no the star himself couldn’t be an interruption. He’d look & read & likely still seek to understand on some deeper level what kept the man going–living in ways similar yet different to himself. Steps were taken forward, silent as one would expect from those of his kind. There was no need to move as a human might when inhuman but Aulus would know, as the vampire never stayed away for long. Heard or not, he’d be felt. ❛ Will you tell me? ❜

#( i wrote this at 5am wolf so iDK WHAT THIS IS MY GUY )#❝ Verse. Time stops her hands for none. ( unknown ) ❞#nxfas #{ queue }

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( Tents these fingers B|c )