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╱ recharging my muse these days so i’ll be back stronger 🙏🏻🙏🏻 bear w me thanks

﹒﹒﹒ but you see the real thing, doll ! hell, you 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 the real thing ! ( a pause. one could see he was pondering on his next few words ) but ﹒﹒﹒ i, i mean ⎯⎯⎯ if you 𝐝𝐢𝐝 have a tv set ﹒﹒﹒ you’d watch me, right .ᐣ

( oh, and 𝐧𝐨𝐰 his chest is swelling up with pride. vincent runs a hand through his greying hair, looking at alastor through his lashes, ) ah yes .ᐣ you too .ᐣ

﹒﹒﹒ so i’m 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 ~ ( all up on cloud nine, his gaze has acqui- red a dreamy connotation. own cheeks hurt from smiling, like a self absorbed freak. )

my 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 head, huh .ᐣ ( he will gladly take that as a com- pliment, flashing a grin so bri- ght it might as well blind the other. )

( a confused look. yet, he is intri- gued. ) and what would the goal of this ﹒﹒﹒ 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 be, do tell .ᐣ

﹒﹒﹒ what does that entail, exactly .ᐣ ( and does it include sexual beha- viors, as well .ᐣ 😏 )

i d ﹒﹒﹒ i w ⎯⎯⎯ what .ᐣ i don’t kn ﹒﹒﹒ wh — huh .ᐣ

﹒﹒﹒ is this some sort of joke .ᐣ 𝐇𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐇.

╱ oh my god. that fucking RAT he’s ruining EVERYTHING

╱ i need a new pinned. idk what happened with this one but the picture isn’t showing. plus, i fucking hate it now

eyes puffy and reddened as he attempts to open them.

on one occasion he even gags, the crying being so intense it was being quite harsh on his sto- mach. a few minutes later, how- ever, the sobs start to subside. it seems as though alastor’s gen- tle cooing was helping. vincent sniffs,

finally giving up, vincent allows him- self to bury his face in the crook of his lover’s neck, wet eyelashes leaving streaks of salty tears against his warm skin. for a while he just sobs, the occasional cough fit snea- king its way through.

he’s wearing a scowling gaze, one that isn’t enough to inti- midate, but that could easily function as a warning. he leans against the side of the opened door, arms crossed over his chest, eyes on the woman. “ well, well. she lives ! “

three and a half, as a matter of fact. ( ﹒﹒﹒ )

seeking 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫.

and god knows he 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 to tell him, too, but right now vincent lacks the willpower to speak. he sobs into his hands like a neglected tod- dler, curling himself up into a miserable ball that tips gently to the side, seeking comfort.