ㅤ❛ maybe i am one, ❜ he dismisses absentmindedly, inclining his head towards the girl. his eyes linger on the menu in her hands, confusion creasing his features, before his eyes flit up to hers. ❛ may i order? or does your patronage not extend to ghosts? ❜
⠀ ⠀ a trained, smug smile appears on her face as she approaches @dhamprynce. a new customer. though she holds a menu, aera doesn’t hand it over just yet,
⠀ ⠀ “you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
ㅤfor all his Urges, zaros' mouth is tender on hers. he is no more than an animal, after all—lusting for slaughter and affection alike. 𝑝𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒, alucard thinks distantly, surging forth into their mangle of ↷̲.̲
↶̲.̲ teeth and tongue with a vigor that might just put the Dark Urge's to shame. some guttural noise of affirmation—of contentment—spills from its lips when the coppery taste of blood dissolves upon his tongue; only then does he separate himself from zaros, drawing ↷̲.̲