dear Opheliac of mine, how I love thee!
Aɴ ᴀᴄᴛᴏʀ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ; ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɴ ᴏᴜɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴɪᴛʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴄᴇʀɪsᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴄᴏᴅɪʟᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ʜᴇ sᴏ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ sʜᴇᴅ & ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴜᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ;
ʙᴜᴛ Wɪʟᴛᴇᴅ Rᴏsᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ Bᴀʀʙᴡɪʀᴇ Sᴏᴜʟ. ɪᴛ ɪs ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇ sᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀɢᴏ Dɪᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀs ᴀɴ ᴀᴄᴛᴏʀ : ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇ.

→ ▌ ᴏᴄ. ɴsғᴡ. ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴛᴇᴇ. ᴀʀᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪɴ sɪᴅᴇʙᴀʀ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. ▐

      —-    ▌♛  ”A scent that I have yet to deem common? My my, I ponder to which
       creature I have come across this time around.” Yet pride ever so swollen was what
       kept him from growing concerned for his safety, doubting there’d much reason to
       attack him to begin with.

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      —-    ▌♛  ”I suppose you are the demon that girl had spoken of.” Scent was
       a foul play when it came to identification, especially to those whom wished to keep
       their identity a mystery. But Marriane assumed just as much either way, really.
       Demons otherwise seldom showed up in his company so casually. “Are you here
       to rob me of my soul or whatever else it is that girl had planned for me, hm~?”

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      —-    ▌♛  Company was seldom not preferred by the one with such
       social nature in his veins ( for how else could Lucifer have baited Eve if not by
       conversation? ) ; Marriane casting calm but authoritative gaze over to the new
       found company that seemed to take to joining him so carelessly. “Pleasant
       weather we are having, are we not~?” Idle conversation, but knowing the one
       with ever-so-active tongue, he could keep just that going for perhaps hours.

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d é c o n n e c t é ❞
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living-sword:

image Horribly foolish? He had no trouble believing that. This one seemed much like the one he served, and those were not to fool with. A brief pause followed his thoughts, slender fingers fidgeting under long sleeves. “— Who did you take it from then?” Might as well inquire some more, now that he had already begun. 

      —-    ▌♛  ”took it from no one.” Was his given response, the vampire lowering the hand which adorned the accessory so it could tap along his thigh. To assume that it was taken — how cruel! But Marriane took no offense, of course. ”It was gifted to me by my mate.” 

(Source: desenchantee)

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