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The 𝒮avage Garden.
Joined March 2023
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𐕣 For no creatures.xn--6ii under God.xn--6ii are as we are, none so like him as ourselves. ⠀ 𐕣 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𐕣 – account rated-r. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𐕣 – novella writer. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𐕣 – IWTV / Horror based. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
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𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. #MVRP #IWTV #TVLRP #RP
And you love him . Tell me, if he offered you a bloody hand, would you take it only because it was his .ᐣ
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Teeth, that of a wyverns withdraw from a throat reminiscent of caramel, overlaid in fresh blood, hugged by pulp - flesh that endeavored staining a white, embroidered night blouse. That was the fifth one today, Lestat was insufferable, and couldn’t place why. ⬩
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⬩The killing was the ordained, distraction, evil or simple, which neither could wholly sum up the misery. Chest heaving from release – he quaked into each movement thereafter – fingers finding his untidy crown, threading through it like some river of gold. ⬩
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⬩Then he saw her there, staring, stifling the pretense of necessary oxygen. Stiff as a board he was, colder than a slab of ice, petrified for that long moment that in a blink rivaled the passing century. “At least come … and take a pew, my dear Before, you accost me.”
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Well it’s good to know I’m in your thought’s, my crimson Isis, I might perish heartily knowing that in death, the only person that ever could’ve loved a thing such as yourself, you slaughtered. Is it your wish to rot alone? Again, that is.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ fantasy will not disguise the dread you encounter often, and often, shall the thought of me gnaw your bones until I come to conclude your saga. ⠀ there is satisfaction in that. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
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tear the 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 off c͟l͟o͟c͟k͟s that 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠 away my 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔, tear the 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 off a͟n͟g͟e͟l͟s that would 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐞 from ( *𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 ).
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I’m a staunch Frenchman. Romanticizing the idea of that woman walking around when she could at a moments notice, scorch me from this life. Either I have a problem or I’ve always been like this.
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ♎︎︎ She is the Queen.xn--6ii of the Damned.xn--6ii and the Damned can't live without her. ♎︎︎ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ☪︎ mature themes. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ☪︎ Horror based ༝ TVC ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ☪︎ Selective writer. ⠀
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“Petit faon.” Spectral, upon the air this meager musing from mind to mind. Timid dispositions are the elementary institutions where mastered delinquency, and or the maven, may run amok. Hailing from either schoolhouse, curious – rascal – intrusive of private things⬩
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⬩“I find your staring incredibly rude. More so, you begrudge approaching me when I am oh - so, in favor of making the acquaintance.” Steal her hands he did, to kiss about the knuckles despite what seemed so initially, like spewing venom to amuse himself. Then suddenly⬩
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to woo. To ease the guards, further. “Strange. Headlining the same tours and not one interaction. But I know you well, without the music. but from a dance, concluded in fire; Lestat. C'est un plaisir, Celine. TC likes a song or two of yours, in secret.”
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“Ah. A little adventure never hurt anyone, anyone one except this family, or yourself – and the hobos lousing the quarter – how could I forget your inherited theatrical gene, une petit. Merciless, overt displays of your talents that nonetheless warrant just, precaution.” ⬩
ᅠ a scream escapes her, more childish than she’d like - as her whole being - at the realization of his presence. the discomfort stems not only from the fright, but from the violation of her privacy. ››
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⬩She’d either take that as another disrespectful commentary on her coerced sufferance, or meet his words with confusion. Narrowly shifting, side to side, loose strands of bowed hair obscuring the stare, the lamps made gilded – tapping the dresser then propelling off it ⬩
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⬩towards her in a stride of words. “I want to eat. Find some lost soul grifting about the quarter, and release them from their mortal coil. But one, never does it for us in particular when we’re at an impasse, does it? We’re quite volatile, stubborn.”
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