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biting at the tips of his forked tongue , sharp hues following the slow movement of the brush that adds the final details with red fluid. the beast is finishing a doll that is identical to the reader.
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it's Friday, which means there's a vampire sprawled at the bar stool, halfway through a bottle of wine with some tarot cards open over the surface.
The Moon stares, but the crimson eyes follow the reader at the other side of the street.
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good. there's nothing he loves more than drawing reactions — but despite appreciating that face, tatsuya doesn't believe her one bit.
ᅟᅟ— ᅟᅟtests? as far as i know, you'd need some occult knowledge to access that.
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ᅟᅟ— ᅟᅟthis old thing?
clawy, slender digits run through the longest white locks as the head tilts, a suspicious smirk. he knows, he knows.
ᅟᅟ— ᅟᅟfor what?
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