G I A

Whatever doesn’t kill me, better start running. ×||MC|×|AU|×|18+||× #Roleplay #Parody

[G I A @BloodNocturne]

“𝐼'𝑚 𝑖𝑛. 𝑁𝑜 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡.”

𝐆𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 “𝐆𝐢𝐚” 𝐍𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐫

➺ 22 yo Italian/Indian
➺ Violinist/Musician
➺ Canon portrayal
➺ Vampire
➺ Dark/mature content. Possibly #nsfw
➺ Ships w/ heavy chem.
➺ Literate/descriptive/au

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((The anxiety is riding high right now. Will I lose access again? Will I end up permanently sus**nded like a number of others with no way to fight it?

Waiting for the other shoe to drop.))

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((Ok—so the trick to getting around being locked out is to have someone try to hack into your account and you get notified and prompted to change your password and voilà? No more trying to force a 2-factor authentication that you never agreed to in the first place?)) #WTAF?!?

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@OfPrigBarbarity “I’ve been called a lot of things in my short amount of years, but a sin?”

[a wry smile]

“Your way of flirting is poetic. A little archaic, but poetic.”

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@OfPrigBarbarity Is that your fancy way of reminding me of my training?

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@HonoredByBlood Such uncertainty in that greeting.

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Here’s to hoping King isn’t eyeballs deep in trouble. Happy 2022 my dude. @TrueKingMarcel

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A song to fall like water on my head,

and over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!

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I am in need of music that would flow

over my fretful, feeling fingertips,

over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,

with melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.

Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,

of some song sung to rest the tired dead,

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My violin. His piano.

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My mother’s violin. 🎻

Pictures are the only reminder I have of it anymore, so when I play, I play for her.

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@MoralDignity ≫ to get you through your mountain of replies?”

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@MoralDignity “Sooo… your place? Or the compound?”

[I’m hoping your place because I’m really not wanting to go booze hunting in a place where I might run into your brother and have to explain why I’m pilfering expensive bottles of bourbon.]

“And how many bottles do you think we’ll need ≫

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@MoralDignity ≫ “Even though we shared a few bottles, I know you’re not exactly a beer man.”

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@MoralDignity [Mirroring your smile.]

“Yeah, interesting is the nicer way of saying ‘crazier than a bag of cats.’”

[Pondering your preferences.]

“So, two things first. I’m assuming we’re doing this at your place, and what kind of alcohol should I be bringing?” ≫

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Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the belovèd’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

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“Wow. You poor, poor man. You’ve been buried in requests. Careful what you ask for, huh?

I’ll do my best to keep you stocked up on booze and blood because you’re not going to see the light of day for at least the next two.”

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—•—

“Hey, I got bit saving 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ass.”

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“Klaus’ blood is the only cure for a werewolf bite—thing is, I’m running low. So, new rule, don’t get bit.”