2orcus

*      cb  &   specify!!

SPECTQRAL

➲    Gimme exhausted 
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fangsbled

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ i am not some zoo animal to gawk at. 

fangsbled

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ his expression soured.   "am not. i have this all under control, you can go."
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2orcus

♰  ׁ   ⁩─  @fangsbled   ? ︭ ﹗         ..       but you are behaving like one,      let me help.
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2orcus

‘       cb for something holiday themed maybeee?!??   OR u can js cb a number for a liner inspired by a song from his playlist    :)   (PLEASE DROP THINGS IM BEGGING)

famefcker

how did you get that scar? 

famefcker

that one.    (    she nods at his neck,   her eyes flickering down to the scar,   then back up to his eyes.    )        ..   i have time. 
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2orcus

୭ৎ  ׁ   ⁩─   영혼! 먹는 사람   ♰ ︭ ﹗         /        @FAMEFCKER         〞           ..       “which one?”  
            
            A MOMENTARY PAUSE BEFORE CALLOUSED FINGERS RISE TO GRAZE AGAINST HIS NECK,   THE FAINT TOUCH OF STITCHES MAKES HIM SOMEWHAT SHIVER.
            
                           “it’s     ..     a long story.   one i’m sure you don’t want to hear.”
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2orcus

‘   okay now that i dropped his intro and figured out how exactly his personality is u guys can ACTUALLY cb & specify <3 oh and specify the length if you want!! i <3 long rps

svengalie

/   curious 
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birdsrot

(?)          wary!
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lacrymosas

/   curious pls
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2orcus

2orcus

VAEA DÁVILLA:         MERCENARY FOR HIRE TURNED UNDEAD.      the epitome of betrayal,  mortality,     heartbreak  turned  cruelty,    mythological vampires,     symbolic nature,   and the state between life and death.     mature themes present.    muse is 24.    adored by miko.
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2orcus

VOLUME TWO,           MORTALITIES.
             ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟
            
            
            GOLDEN HUES SHOOT OPEN,    RED VEINS PROMINENTLY BRANCH OUT UNDERNEATH HIS IRIS.      THERE’S AN ATTEMPT TO MOVE,    BUT COOL METAL KEEPS HIM STILL AGAINST THE TABLE.    ANGER,   MELANCHOLY,    ELLIPSISM,    ALL EMOTIONS DROWN HIM.     DEFINED BODY CONTORTS,     FROM PAIN AND THE NEED TO BREAK FREE,    VEINS FULLS ON DISPLAY AND BLOODSHOT RED.    HIS BREATHING IS SHALLOW,     AND HIS LIGHT IS FAR TOO SENSITIVE TO THE EXAMINATION LIGHT ABOVE.  THERE’S A SCREAM,    A MIX OF CONFUSION AND FEAR HITS HIM HARD.    THE IMMINENT FEELING OF HELPLESSNESS SETS IN.    AND SO DO THE MEMORIES.    EYEBROWS KNIT TOGETHER,    NAILS DIG INTO PALMS,     AND THEN ⎯⎯⎯     THE DOOR OPENS.   
            
            THERE SHE IS,      ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟.         WAS THIS NOT THE SAME WOMAN HE SWORE TO PROTECT?   NOW WHAT?   IS SHE MEANT TO BE HIS CREATOR?   HIS REASON FOR LIFE AND DEATH ALL IN THE SAME?    NEVERTHELESS,    HIS BLOOD SEETHES BENEATH TRANSLUCENT SKIN AT THE SIGHT,   AND MORESO WHEN THE OTHER PLACES HER COLD HAND UPON HIS CHEEK.    SHE LEANS IN,  VOICE SOFT AND WELCOMING.    “welcome back,    vaea.”
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