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Enchantedly the two pine-green orbs followed the crimson trails made by the remaining blood leaving the victim's body. Hypnotizing, intoxicating, the electric impulses and copper scented air surrounding him. The cruelness and superiority blessing the golden haired woman. A porcelain, perfect facial features like a doll from a rich industrial age. Countess painted on canvas with oil paints. One thing in common with both - ageless, eternally young and possessing the beauty of an angel. But hiding the demonic nature -- nature that sang to him like sirens and valkyries. Calling, demanding, bewitching. And Frank resisted not. Young, ruthless male that many tongues painted as soulless and monstrous consumed the sight and Charlotte's existence as a drug, getting high on the bloody mess he admired.
At first, weeks ago, maybe months, the careless mind lost count, it was the luscious shape, melodic voice and moon like eyes that caught his attention. Blood flew to the lower parts and promised not to bother him any longer if he succumbs to the primal need. The plan was simple, basic : ' Hit it and quit it ', as the street slang implied. Even the heartless refusal and lack of interest from the woman did little to shake the ground under his feet. He will wear her down, it won't be the first nor the last time he gets what he craves eventually. After all, they all fall for the bad boy. For the thug, fearless, mysterious, laud, smug and just -- wrong. The pretty ones always have the same type, as they all were the same - fetching but utterly boring.
Oh how wrong was the hardened male. So wrong that the spirit that got its fix on screams and suffering, pleads and inevitable death, froze. Shocked, bewildered and above all. . . surpassed. Watching the ivory fangs tear the skin more professionally and almost artistic like, way better than his blade did, made Frank to stare and worship. In that moment, his neck was chained to her wrist. Pushing and pulling, it didn't matter, as long as they were connected.
Tip of his nose gently brushed over the silky shoulder of the woman, inhaling the perfume that kept him awake at night and the well known iron smell of spilled crimson. Divine combination, infernal pleasure. " I would pile up much more corpses for you, if you just swallow that meaningless denial for once. " Calloused fingers lovingly grazed his own blood stained blade, fresh and warm since he himself was just back from his ' fun hunt '. Warm, alcohol scented breath glided across her collarbones, when the male leaned forward, his muscular chest kissing her elegant shoulders.
" Is it beneath you to run along with a human? " a grin, a hoarse chuckle on his own words. Warm lips grazing the cold neck of the deadly creature. " You know, there is not much of me that's human, except the flesh. How about a little loving bite, get yourself a fun company for eternity? " Shamelessly, maybe to boldly, did the pearly whites gently bit Charlotte's neck, suggesting what he was longing for.
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After taking a moment to recover from the confusion of his victim unknowingly helping seak his own fate, Frank takes the pillow into his jaws, rears up as far as his hind legs can go and launches his weapon at Zeke with a swift twist of the neck, swinging it so hard that he ended up toppling himself over.
Zeke only heard the surprisingly forceful 'whoosh' of the pillow heading towards him, then felt it smack into his knee. He blinked down at it, then back up at Frank.
"...What in tarnation was that about? Wait...is that ol' Dreamweaver tradition beginnin' to spread across the other realms, too?"
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richard siken what do you know about this.
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Comme des Gar莽ons: Poem T-Shirt (2002) Designed by Junya Watanabe
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"diamond rings don't shine so bright when you know where they come from" F. T. WillZ, 2006
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diamond rings don鈥檛 shine so bright when you know where they come from, f.t. willz / journal entry dated 09/02/2004, pete wentz
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Closed starter for @slumpcd based on this
Muse: Frank Morrison, 24, serial killer, heterosexual
" Like your gift ? " pearly whites exposed in a cocky, malicious but somehow sickeningly attractive grin. " I think the tongue wrapped around his head like a bow takes the cake. " Frank proudly pointed at the gruesome sight he created. " My idea. " self-esteem grew with that statement, as two dark emerald eyes found there focus on the other. " Now did any of your frat fuckers beat that? Huh? " jealousy evident but the male would never admit it out loud.
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