‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒱𝙻𝙺𝙾𝚂𝙻𝙰𝙶‍ ‍ ‍…

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[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒱𝙻𝙺𝙾𝚂𝙻𝙰𝙶‍ ‍ ‍… @fangthrills]

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𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝐁𝐀𝐃, 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋
𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇.
𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺 𝗏𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒
𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍.

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[₃₁₄₉ @soverenyi]

anger tastes foreign in a mouth filled with blood, but it becomes an acquired taste soon enough.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒱𝙻𝙺𝙾𝚂𝙻𝙰𝙶‍ ‍ ‍… @fangthrills]

a singular hand perches tenderly atop bell’s lazed fiery tresses, attempting to follow her mother’s but still finding the proper footing. the movement of his thumb as it trickles across her cheek swift and second nature, fatherly instinct perhaps stronger than his need to kill.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒱𝙻𝙺𝙾𝚂𝙻𝙰𝙶‍ ‍ ‍… @fangthrills]

Cigarette hangs from his lips, the very action lazed and possessing no real contemplation, ash falling and scattering across his exposed chest. His tresses are captured in a bun, encased in a leather band. Dress pants sit dangerously low +

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒱𝙻𝙺𝙾𝚂𝙻𝙰𝙶‍ ‍ ‍… @fangthrills]

upon his hips, thick veins which lead to his cock proudly on display.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒱𝙻𝙺𝙾𝚂𝙻𝙰𝙶‍ ‍ ‍… @fangthrills]

Cigarette hangs from his lips, the very action lazed and possessing no real contemplation, ash falling and scattering across his exposed chest. His tresses are captured in a bun, encased in a leather band. Dress pants sit dangerously low +

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒱𝙻𝙺𝙾𝚂𝙻𝙰𝙶‍ ‍ ‍… @fangthrills]

trash?” Soon talons are grasping at her thighs, sinking in as they work up to her cunt.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒱𝙻𝙺𝙾𝚂𝙻𝙰𝙶‍ ‍ ‍… @fangthrills]

“I wasn’t fucking involved.” He spits with growing frustration, his turn to clamp upon the bridge of his nose and there’s a growing presence for chaos, to find something and tear it to pieces. “I arrived to drop my fucking child off. Do you think I would’ve if I +

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒱𝙻𝙺𝙾𝚂𝙻𝙰𝙶‍ ‍ ‍… @fangthrills]

kicked, flying across the room. “Pathetic?” His laughter is almost delusional, her hair falling beneath his fingers and he drags her to the ground. “Would I be pathetic if I drag you around like they do? Treat you like +

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒱𝙻𝙺𝙾𝚂𝙻𝙰𝙶‍ ‍ ‍… @fangthrills]

He sits quietly upon the edge of the pool, a baby upon his lap. Not his. One of his, well, friends. Board shorts cling to thick thighs, shirt vacant and a tattoo of his only child displayed upon his chest.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒱𝙻𝙺𝙾𝚂𝙻𝙰𝙶‍ ‍ ‍… @fangthrills]

There are hands around her throat and the Demon is soon colliding with the wall, plaster shattering. “You might not have said it, but you let them and that is just as fucking damaging.”

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒱𝙻𝙺𝙾𝚂𝙻𝙰𝙶‍ ‍ ‍… @fangthrills]

And once again, she is missing the point. Matheo pays no tribute to the heat which blossoms within his home, a dead body unable to feel heat unless it is a blazing inferno. “You didn’t fucking defend me, you dull tosser.” That’s the point. She merely stood down, allowed Olympia +

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒱𝙻𝙺𝙾𝚂𝙻𝙰𝙶‍ ‍ ‍… @fangthrills]

everything you have ever needed, I’ve been there!” But that doesn’t stop her. No. She still fails to see it.” He shoves his fingers to his temple, spit flying form his lips as he yells. “Imagine if it was fucking Siobhan saying that about you.” +

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒱𝙻𝙺𝙾𝚂𝙻𝙰𝙶‍ ‍ ‍… @fangthrills]

I’ve been by your side the longest but I will never be fucking worth it, will I?” His hand runs along his hair, eyes closing for a moment as serenity is looked for but runs from his grasp.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒱𝙻𝙺𝙾𝚂𝙻𝙰𝙶‍ ‍ ‍… @fangthrills]

He laughs and it’s not kind, dripping with venom and he scratches at his chin, searching for that fragment of kindness he has spent the last century clinging upon. “You want me to be truthful?” Perhaps that shouldn’t be her wish. In truth lies danger that’ll only grow more +

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒱𝙻𝙺𝙾𝚂𝙻𝙰𝙶‍ ‍ ‍… @fangthrills]

not just a fucking sperm donor for our daughter. I didn’t just give it away so you could have a child. It was done in fucking love. I might not have the twisted fucking history with you, but +