𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑰 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔 . . .
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“doesn't she look beautiful?” they appear at their feet, a cozy bed that held the redhead and his beautiful lover. @depresshood was one of its favorites to watch, yet visiting wasn't as frequent.
“you're still leaving her, aren't you?” they look at the sleeping woman.
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the name is repeated in many whispers, comforting like a lullaby. never tell your name to a fae. but of course, not everybody knows this. “suits you, fits your features.”
they places a kiss on his forehead, its presence could be peaceful when they wanted it to be... but it's +
He’s stiffening at the touch, not used to such comforting acts, though Rowan doesn’t flee from it. He’s drawn closer, despite his own deep reservations, a swallow followed by a scattering of his gaze. The eye contact is intense, and it’s like ink on the thinnest piece of +
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devious smile, unlike the body they now present and play with. he's gorgeous, soleil understands the appeal even when they don't necessarily feel attraction. not of that kind.
“isn't entertainment also a form of pleasure?” they chuckle, hands carefully holding the +
“ he is already mine . ” he stares into eyes that do not hold any tenderness . no softness , just pure despair . anger settles deep in his throat , & hands would tangle around the delicate neck . it knows——it knows it’s getting underneath his cold , dead skin . ( + )
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+ features, deformed and vile. there's a pressure, the type you feel when you're at sea level, right between your ears.
“you're hurting me, david. please.” pleas just a pure game of imitation, the entity cannot feel a thing and even if the blonde lets go, they're not. head +
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“he won't be yours to possess, either.” they let him touch the body, cold and almost unreal. “I care for my own entertainment, your foolishness and its weight are not my doing.”
it floats back, body morphing onto the new guy, glasses and all. they do a slow, delicate +
+ twirl. “you're an animal, david.” voice shifts slowly as well, eyes remained purple until a smile is shown. “immature, even after these years, +
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“does he? or have you charmed him towards an inevitable doom?” laughter mixes with distant screaming. it's his, of course. “he holds a weak body, weaker than the one you wanted before.” it shifts back to the usual, beautifully feminine body.
“you'll never learn, david, your +