well, i applaud your expert detective skills, master illuga. that’s why it pains me to tell you that many of those traits… are merely a product of my own individuality.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ you said you'd tell me after you got back from that fight with the doctor, but instead you just sent me off to go be the lightkeepers' representative in the league!
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ hanging around the cemetery, barely eating or drinking in my presence, that pale skin, all the knowledge he has... he's definitely a vampire!
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ((his gaze tracks that hand of hers as it nears his skin before it falters. is it so wrong of him to wish it hadn't? he quickly halts that train of thought.))
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ...my shirt is around here somewhere. i was just putting some ointment on my scars.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ m-miss linnea! ((he squawks, a little bit embarrassed at being seen by the fae like this. his cheeks go pink && he attempts to at least cover his nipples by crossing his arms over his chest quickly.)) um,
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( pretty... * 💭 roseate eyes cannot help but study the scars etched into the canvas of his skin, relics of struggles untold. although a hand reaches forward, she pauses before making contact. )