thedarknessfeeds dragonofallevil i-get-vibes reginamajorem diablocorvus
"What on Earth is going on around here?"
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thedarknessfeeds dragonofallevil i-get-vibes reginamajorem diablocorvus
"What on Earth is going on around here?"
".... Is there anyone there...?"
Shreveport, LA- early 2008 | Godric & Sarah
There was a bitter chill to the air. Spring had just begun to show signs of its return to deep Louisiana. Although 'cold' had a different sort of meaning to the natives of this place. None of them would have lasted through one pre-spring in ancient Scandinavia. Of course, weather of any sort did not bother one who's blood was useless for insulation.
There were still a good many hours left to the night-- just as Godric had planned for his arrival. It had been several months since he had last seen Shreveport, and with it his eldest progeny. Every six months or so, Eric and Godric would take turns visiting. It was a good way to keep in touch-- as e-mails and phone calls were hardly any way to communicate well. Besides, they hardly held up in a maker-progeny relationship.
The vampire-catered night club was dark and silent. They were either closed for the night or Eric had made special arrangements. In any case, Godric announced his arrival by pushing through the red door and stepping inside. Only scattered candles offered any source of light here-- not that it would be terribly necessary for beings who lived only in darkness.
Eric would know that he was here; he would sense it. Although-- Godric did not feel aware of the presence of his progeny surprisingly. Perhaps he should do some searching...
[Text]: There’s blood. There’s a lot of blood.
[text]: The first massacre a person commits might be a little unsettling at first but you'll get the hang of it.
[text]: Also I don't care.
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Send ✉ for an 2 AM text[TEXT| 2:30 AM]: And you are? -V
(Love Potion Meme) "Hey, sugar, what's up? Up for a wild time? Vampires do it best."
"Whoooooa.. what’s going on here? Wild time? Oooooh no you don’t."
colours of the rainbow
Green: Our muses talk about flowers. My muse will tell yours which flower fits yours.
"I think your a carnation type of person."
“We’re out of milk!”
"Do you even drink milk?" Sally looked at Sarah confused.