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firm voice —— 𖬺 the order it commands. dirt stays behind vincent’s touch 、proof of his lost self —— until extended fangs bite down to break skin for a lifeline.
his breath picks up as a delicate nose approaches the curve of blade’s neck into his shoulder —— claws tightening around the edges of shoulder blades. the lovely smell only draws vince closer to exposed skin 、𖬺 ignorant of his
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a sharp breath was drawn from the hunter’s teeth———- his back quickly met with the stone floor as the revenant’s weight hailed over his own . assistance guided by the fingers now rest upon his shoulders .
a bite to his tone , he rasps .
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he wasn’t vincent anymore —— only a wolf animal 、staring blade down with bloodlust eyes 、trapped between the vampire’s slender arms. it was 𝑒verything he said he wouldn’t do.
blood red gems remains closed 、like his missing soul had sunk into soil. shackles jingled like bells announcing their location —— but vincent’s seemed out of it for he had been deprived of water 𖬺 nutrients for too long.
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the artisan’s gaze faltered upon meeting with the wretched sight before him . the thick scent of musk 𖬺͟𖬺 rot meeting his senses as he approached the revenant’s position . his chest ached upon witnessing the scene . shackles , caged up like a
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that familiar scent of blood spread around the enclosed room like wildfire 、severely sparking his senses to life. he know he’d lost himself when eventually 𖬺 automatically pounced as soon as the shackles clattered on the floor.
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situation he was still to understand. time was hard to track since he lost consciousness 、but it had been long enough for his fangs to become evident with a growing hunger. the last thing he remembers was being called for work …
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