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G I A

@bloodnocturne

Whatever doesn’t kill me, better start running. ×||MC|×|AU|×|18+||× #Roleplay #Parody

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“All my life, when things got tough, that's what I would do. I would run, because I never fit in anyway. But this place, what you're building here... it fits. So, I'm in. No running, no matter what.”

“All my life, when things got tough, that's what I would do. I would run, because I never fit in anyway. But this place, what you're building here... it fits. So, I'm in. No running, no matter what.”
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𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠: storylines or banter—all are welcome. ↬ Would 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 love to write with Marcel, Elijah, or Josh. Feel free to hit up my DM’s to plot or hit that ♡ / ↑ down below for a short starter. Please ↻?

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“Wow. You poor, poor man. You’ve been buried in requests. Careful what you ask for, huh? I’ll do my best to keep you stocked up on booze and blood because you’re not going to see the light of day for at least the next two.”

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Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory— Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the belovèd’s bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the belovèd’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.