♥️ I'm quitting roleplaying. (For real)
Unfortunately it's not a "why are you still reading do you wanna kiss me" joke.
Despite being sure that writing/roleplaying is my passion and something I'm pretty good at. At the moment it is not compatible with my lifestyle anymore. +
Her face is covered by a veil, leaving only her eyes exposed, she looks at him too.
"Do you come here often?"
Her voice is low, husky, sounded like she had trouble talking at all.
Well, using the logic of a mosquito, blood is pretty much 90% water that they'd have to eliminate somehow.
Considering that just a small part of blood is actually "food", they would have to drink a lot of blood, too.
What is she? A spirit of vengeance? A demon?
The scarred lady follows her, slow steps, a flower basket in her hands. Mostly herbs, she was gathering them when she fell asleep.
Or maybe she slipped and hit her head on a rock, she wouldn't know now.
As for what worries her...»
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it sounds like she speaks from experience .. but no , she would never lead another woman to her death . clearly something must be bothering her or stressing her over though . it's what has now become a pattern amongst women who dream of her .
they'll only be going +
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'Kill me.'
The words die before they come out of her mouth, she doesn't mean it but it hurts.
And she wants to push him away and she wants to pull him closer and she can't do any of those, her body won't move.
It hurts. Why does it hurt so much?
Something inside Arjun was dead and yet it kept screaming. Crawling beneath her skin, tangled in her lungs.
It screams and it throws itself against her ribcage, numbness spreading to her fingertips.
She feels distant and detached. His warm hands feel so far away, intertwined »
"Arjun... this has nothing to do with me wanting more. Of course, I'd love nothing but you and your whole being, but..."
Freyr gently guides his hands down her cheek and into her own palms. He'd squeeze her hands in his.
"I'm not an animal. God of pleasure might sound —
at him. Her eyes unfocused on the ceiling, tears blurring her vision. It's so dark, it's so dark, she hates that place.
Her mouth opens, but not a sound. Her body shakes, she feels like it is made of stone, sinking into the bed, stuck.
'Save me.'
She wants to say. »