A/N: Warning - s*x and rough language below.
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¿Estás aquí, Robin? (Are you here, Robin?)
͠ ̠͍͔̺̯̝͉ ̖͍̖̬͕ ͓̟̲͕̬̘͓ ̺̹͉͎̬͠ ̧ ̟̯̠̙͙̹̳̕ ̸̙̼̤ T̡h̥͍̜̪͉̳e҉͓̮ ̶͉S̝̹̳͓̹̦̪͝e͍͔̰̕r̨p̤̫e̦͎̭̪͉n̖̪t̨̹̠̠̮̤̯ ͕̝͚̪̜h͚i̞̰̳͝s̴͓̼̖͎ͅs̥͔e͖d̦͟;̖͉ ͟i̛t̫̗ ̝̣̩͕ͅhi͓̠͎͕̳̞̣ṣs̰͔̯̟̟̜̣e̡͇d̫,̺͘ ̻̜̗̭͙̰Ṱ̻͉̬̭́h̠̙e̫͓̲͈̣̳̫ ̳̤̥͞S͈̫̹͕̀e̷̜̣̻̥̤͕r̜͍͙̭͘p̩e͎̙͇͎͇̗ń͕͙̥t͇̟̲͖͢.̷͇̠̬ ̘͎̼̟̟̀ͅ
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Coiling, coiling, coiling around her feet. It made her body churn hungrily, carryinʼ the sour, tepid water that was drenching, drenching the sour, tepid water that was being carried, carrion –
The crisp leaves crunched underneath the soles of Robinʼs feet as she headed into LʼAmant de Nid. The morning was cold, silky wind combing its frosty fingers into her tousled brown-black curls, but even then, the torn dreamcatcher dancing in the wind, the birds tweeting softly, the first day sun beaming down shrewdly – it was all quiet. And right now, quiet was good. She needed quiet. She needed it more than she needed to breathe.
"Good morninʼ, Dollie," Robin choked to LʼAmantʼs owner, the woman who leased her apartment: tired, dark circles crimping her eyes. Her lips – tied together like a satiny red bow, heart-shaped and haughty, pinched a cigarette between them – and the nicotine was so sour, so bad, that Dollie could probably taste her panic, her fear, her exhaustion, and all Robin wanted to do was bask in it. But she had mouths to feed, and her selfishness, her grief, her hate, her pain – she would never sabotage her children for her greed.
For her sickness, her hallucination.
͠ ̠͍͔̺̯̝͉ ̖͍̖̬͕ ͓̟̲͕̬̘͓ ̺̹͉͎̬͠ ̧ ̟̯̠̙͙̹̳̕ ̸̙̼̤ T̡h̥͍̜̪͉̳e҉͓̮ ̶͉S̝̹̳͓̹̦̪͝e͍͔̰̕r̨p̤̫e̦͎̭̪͉n̖̪t̨̹̠̠̮̤̯ ͕̝͚̪̜h͚i̞̰̳͝s̴͓̼̖͎ͅs̥͔e͖d̦͟;̖͉ ͟i̛t̫̗ ̝̣̩͕ͅhi͓̠͎͕̳̞̣ṣs̰͔̯̟̟̜̣e̡͇d̫,̺͘ ̻̜̗̭͙̰Ṱ̻͉̬̭́h̠̙e̫͓̲͈̣̳̫ ̳̤̥͞S͈̫̹͕̀e̷̜̣̻̥̤͕r̜͍͙̭͘p̩e͎̙͇͎͇̗ń͕͙̥t͇̟̲͖͢.̷͇̠̬ ̘͎̼̟̟̀ͅ
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Beautiful women in the water, daughters of the sea that ensnared their first virginal loves with pleasant choruses – begging for her full attention.
Daughters of the sea that ensnared their first virginal loves in the water, beautiful women in the water. The Serpent coiled, and the women broiled, and she heard it all all with Her stupid voice in stupid stupid stupid Spanish:
¿Estás aquí, amante? (Are you here, lover?)
"Morning, Robin dear," Dollie hummed lazily, tending to her herbs and her flowers. Robin shook, viciously at first, and then hurriedly...rampantly, her bones straining against her muscle.
"Is Damon in?" Robin asked.
She nodded distractedly, a pleasant smile on her face.
"Damon is inside brewinʼ coffee if you need him, sweetie."
She began a dialogue.
¿Estás aquí, bebé? (Are you here, baby?)
͠ ̠͍͔̺̯̝͉ ̖͍̖̬͕ ͓̟̲͕̬̘͓ ̺̹͉͎̬͠ ̧ ̟̯̠̙͙̹̳̕ ̸̙̼̤ T̡h̥͍̜̪͉̳e҉͓̮ ̶͉S̝̹̳͓̹̦̪͝e͍͔̰̕r̨p̤̫e̦͎̭̪͉n̖̪t̨̹̠̠̮̤̯ ͕̝͚̪̜h͚i̞̰̳͝s̴͓̼̖͎ͅs̥͔e͖d̦͟;̖͉ ͟i̛t̫̗ ̝̣̩͕ͅhi͓̠͎͕̳̞̣ṣs̰͔̯̟̟̜̣e̡͇d̫,̺͘ ̻̜̗̭͙̰Ṱ̻͉̬̭́h̠̙e̫͓̲͈̣̳̫ ̳̤̥͞S͈̫̹͕̀e̷̜̣̻̥̤͕r̜͍͙̭͘p̩e͎̙͇͎͇̗ń͕͙̥t͇̟̲͖͢.̷͇̠̬ ̘͎̼̟̟̀ͅ
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Blood blood blood letʼs play with blood blood blood–
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Our Dark Prince (The Scottish Play)
FantastikTHE DEVIL WENT DOWN TO LOUISIANA - And there will be killing until the score is settled. Tortured and exiled, Robin DeMarcus came back to the United States unscathed: a ruthless heiress to an antebellum empire with a hunger for revenge to carry on...
