An eerie sound of wet soles splashing droplets on each vein of the marble floor all souls consumed lay for White scratch the ears of whomever peace might’ve blessed; 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿 is back with a hunger.
@rainadorned The few rhythmic bangs ensuing as prelude to the threat had given an alert, shushed by a half-draw, as his blade wove a web of slashes that scinded the bullets to dust, although half the weapon’s length was still sheathed.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “ do you know what you just did? ”
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// Baam is so cool, but the powersystem of ToG is so wonky. Like the characters themselves have to take math class to understand the power system. Baam has like 7 different entities possessing him like inner demons. How tf am I supposed to remember all this.
I don’t care, you’re but a dirty rug to me. I have entered this agreement under the assumption I’ll actually be called upon when you’re tarnishing yourself even more.
Although it’d bring him great pleasure to dishevel or dismember her in defiance, he remains non-reactive.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “ do as you wish, but don’t forget what binds me to you. ”
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀growing small under ̵𝐰̵𝐡̵𝐢̵𝐭̵𝐞̵’s scrutiny 、a sweet nictitation commences to alleviate the effect of 𝔥𝔢𝔯 announcement.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀〝⠀ ̵𝐨̵𝐨̵𝐩̵𝐬̵ 、i may ჩave told a little lie.〞
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in his sin. He was drowned in blood & so was his blade, his hands were slimy from it and remnants of coagulation and torn fresh alike between his teeth made him realise that he wasn’t yet the beast he made an oath to be.
Perhaps the dawn of demise was what enticed Carmilla most — the rush begotten by his nearing and albeit unfed, vastly overpowering presence, or perhaps his inquisition of her body that was nigh but yet to occur.
Nevertheless, a simple epithet or label was simply not enough
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ɓut from the excitement of ɓeing ̵𝒅̵𝒆̵𝒗̵𝒐̵𝒖̵𝒓̵𝒆̵𝒅̵.
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ɦer silent eyes were riveted ɓy ɦis feral ones 、arms coil around ɦis neck 、forcing ɦis face into ɦer own.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀〝⠀not all of me 、regenerating from ̵𝒏̵𝒐̵𝒕̵𝒉̵𝒊̵𝒏̵𝒈̵ is a ɦassle.〞
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bone being pierced. It was a means of mercy in his code — means of mercy that equated to a thanks of sorts, a merciful end to yet another of her lives that he ended, and the start of a cycle that was to be repeated.
Even so, he failed to find or embrace any sort of solace
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