#sinefineesse

[mister---death]

                      those fingers in my hair              that sly come hither stare                           that strips my c o n s c i  o u s bare                                                                              it's witchcraft

alcatine and sinefine-esse

                    ☠☠   'and i've got no defense for it, the heat is too intense for it.                         what good would common sense for it do?' Death was currently                       swaying his hips from one side to the other, cigarette hanging from his                           mouth as he sung. He wanted to dance and so he would grab the                          nearest stranger and begin to do so.

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ANGST VERSION

1-50

                                    “Forgive me —”                   He mumbled to himself rather than having himself apologizing to the smaller blond. Julius had Liese chained in the back of his shop; tortured, beaten, smeared by his own and Julius’ blood, face paler than his normal ones and body thinner. The boy shook as Julius knelt down, jerking back as Julius outstretched a hand to reach the bony prominent over his cheek.                                     “You are scared over me — or do you still have an ounce of proud to pride in yourself” He asked, whilst hand moving to trail down his cheek and his jaw, reaching to gently cup the back of his neck. Evidence of dried tears streaming down his cheeks could still be seen on the boy’s face — to have a boy ‘disciplined’ and he had to go to such a torturous extend. And he leaned down, placing a soft kiss — feeling the boy’s quiver as he neared him — onto his forehead. 

                                     ”Have you learnt your lessons yet, little Liese. I will grant you freedom — if you stop being stubborn and show me respect” He’s tired of doing this more and more - tormenting the vampire. He brought the boy’s head resting against his neck. “Drink me” And mumbled against the soft quietness in the room.

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                                Timothy sat there on an abandoned and rusty park bench — the weather was too cold but it was pleasant for him who had never liked the heat. There was a book in his lap he was supposed to read but he had lost focus once again and eventually dozed off there. He shouldn’t really have fallen asleep outdoors — there were people he had never know; though size wise it he was the one to intimidate other people. But he was jolted awake not long after, and out of a sudden; he gasped, looking around and about only to have landed his gaze on said book once more. “—R-right …. ” He should read this, but he couldn’t. Maybe if there was a person to read it out loud for him …

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⊙﹏☉

⊙﹏☉ = What flusters the character

There are a few things to note when it comes to such matter — Julius isn’t one who get flustered as easy. Only perhaps when showered with affections and unnecessary compliments by his lover would he feel weak on both knees and have his face flushed the brightest if red with a pulse that could race a running train. Other than that, he wasn’t one to let himself fall into flattery. 

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sinefine-esse replied to your post:I got swag.

*whispers* yeh you do~ u//v//u

All dolphins do. Come on senpai, jump on my back and I'll show you the ways of a dolphins

[displicentia]

                                     || Valentines day was coming up and he wasn't sure what he was going to get Serena. Maybe he could wrote her a poem about how she tasted better than any flesh. Was that too creepy? Yeah probably. Knowing the other kelpie she would probably just rip it up without even reading it. "Maybe a cellphone so we can call each other.." Mumble, mumble.