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{{Sebastian's Point of View.}}
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I watched her lie in the cama for a moment. Not quite waiting for a response, but enjoying the way she was. Ill, drained of energy. It was delicious.
"Nothing!" she screamed. Her voice did not match her face at all. It was cold and harsh. It lingered, fluttering in the air like a wounded dove. "This is all your bloody fault, you devil! Devil!"
"Ah, so you figured it out?"
The poison like liquid flooded to my eyes and I felt them glow. A faint glint of horror spread across her cheeks.
"You're clever. I never would have guessed. You've got such a stupid look on your face, it's hard to find the brain behind the muddy blue in your eyes."
She growled. How cute.
"So tell me," I continued, perusing her as I stealthy walked across the room to the side of the bed, gliding my fingertips along the topo, início sheet, then fluffing a travesseiro as I came to it, shooting her another glance.
"Are you afraid?"
"Never. Apparitions like your ugly self haunted my dreams for years. I'd soon stab you in your dead-beat chest like let you wait on me."
"Ladies shouldn't speak like that..."
I leaned easily, smoothly over the cama to get closer to her until our eyes met. fogo and dirty ice.
"You're high on medication. Why don't you sleep."
On the word, her fists loosened their ready grip. Her teeth ground together and I half expected her to spit on me with her pale rosa, -de-rosa chapped lips.
"You gave this to me."
"I did not give you anything, if you're referring to the virus."
"I want you catch it... three times as bad."
I smiled. Smirked, actually. "That sounds a bit opaque to be a order. What do you say? Clean it up for me?"
She leaned in to the tip of my nose gnawing her lip, and as her teeth released to spit out the words, there was a hint of blood remaining.
'Suffer, and die of the plague."
I removed my gloves.
"Certainly."
I climbed slowly onto the sheets in front of her. She cringed at the sound of creaking, then relaxed as my dark shadow fell across her body, now propped up parallel to the bedstead. Her legs, her lovely legs, were not too close together, and when my bare hand located what it sought, the sickishly dreamy expression met a tight one, half pleasure, half pain, plastered across her childish features. She sat a bit lighter than I on the plush, pristine sheets, and in the solitary ecstasy of her squirming I was led to kiss her. Her head bent sleepily, soft, drooping in movement that was almost woeful. Or was. Her bare knees caught and compressed my wrist, then slackened again, and I smirked once mais against her quivering mouth. She would draw away with a nervous gasp and flip of her hair, shaking, then again allow me to creep closer, darkly near, and let me feed on her open mouth. The nuvem cover, shown through the cracked window not 5 feet away, thickened ominously.
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FUCK YEAH, YOU GUYS. I DID IT. AFTER LIKE TWO WEEKS IT'S OUT. DJSFJSKLFHDKSJF /relief
{{Sebastian's Point of View.}}
~~
I watched her lie in the cama for a moment. Not quite waiting for a response, but enjoying the way she was. Ill, drained of energy. It was delicious.
"Nothing!" she screamed. Her voice did not match her face at all. It was cold and harsh. It lingered, fluttering in the air like a wounded dove. "This is all your bloody fault, you devil! Devil!"
"Ah, so you figured it out?"
The poison like liquid flooded to my eyes and I felt them glow. A faint glint of horror spread across her cheeks.
"You're clever. I never would have guessed. You've got such a stupid look on your face, it's hard to find the brain behind the muddy blue in your eyes."
She growled. How cute.
"So tell me," I continued, perusing her as I stealthy walked across the room to the side of the bed, gliding my fingertips along the topo, início sheet, then fluffing a travesseiro as I came to it, shooting her another glance.
"Are you afraid?"
"Never. Apparitions like your ugly self haunted my dreams for years. I'd soon stab you in your dead-beat chest like let you wait on me."
"Ladies shouldn't speak like that..."
I leaned easily, smoothly over the cama to get closer to her until our eyes met. fogo and dirty ice.
"You're high on medication. Why don't you sleep."
On the word, her fists loosened their ready grip. Her teeth ground together and I half expected her to spit on me with her pale rosa, -de-rosa chapped lips.
"You gave this to me."
"I did not give you anything, if you're referring to the virus."
"I want you catch it... three times as bad."
I smiled. Smirked, actually. "That sounds a bit opaque to be a order. What do you say? Clean it up for me?"
She leaned in to the tip of my nose gnawing her lip, and as her teeth released to spit out the words, there was a hint of blood remaining.
'Suffer, and die of the plague."
I removed my gloves.
"Certainly."
I climbed slowly onto the sheets in front of her. She cringed at the sound of creaking, then relaxed as my dark shadow fell across her body, now propped up parallel to the bedstead. Her legs, her lovely legs, were not too close together, and when my bare hand located what it sought, the sickishly dreamy expression met a tight one, half pleasure, half pain, plastered across her childish features. She sat a bit lighter than I on the plush, pristine sheets, and in the solitary ecstasy of her squirming I was led to kiss her. Her head bent sleepily, soft, drooping in movement that was almost woeful. Or was. Her bare knees caught and compressed my wrist, then slackened again, and I smirked once mais against her quivering mouth. She would draw away with a nervous gasp and flip of her hair, shaking, then again allow me to creep closer, darkly near, and let me feed on her open mouth. The nuvem cover, shown through the cracked window not 5 feet away, thickened ominously.
--
FUCK YEAH, YOU GUYS. I DID IT. AFTER LIKE TWO WEEKS IT'S OUT. DJSFJSKLFHDKSJF /relief
