𝑱𝑼𝑳𝑰𝑼𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑻 𝑺𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑭 𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑼𝑳𝑨 [#CVRP | #MVRP | #OCRP friendly] ❤ & 🔄?

Medusa. Alpine. [Hand still at their heart, the vampire bows to the other, a smile pulling at their lips.] Please, the honor is all mine, Sir Belmont. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

A soft chuckle hummed against his skin in response to his threat, mouth releasing his neck so the vampire could speak. "... Is that a promise, dragon?" After the question left their lips, Medusa moved her face up along Hraeva's neck, starting to kiss along his jawline.

Ah, I understand. My apologies, Leon. [They stand up straight, hand moving from their chest and out in front of them.] Simple force of habit. I am used to addressing nobility, very rarely do I get the chance to address others with casual terminology. You may call me Medusa.

"Ha... Hah..." Their face was feeling hot, and even though the color did not show, the way that the vampire's back arched as the dragon growled into their ear almost certainly did. They chuckled, their hand moving down from his neck to his chest. "Hah... Is that so...?"

The hand at their throat, they could handle. His tongue dragging across their skin, they could almost handle. But that kiss? Oh, lord. Their eyes rolled back, hands holding tightly onto him as his tongue went down their throat. A long, low moan echoing past their lips.

((Wrong Medusa this one's named after a butterfly and drinks blood.

((Close enough lmao

don’t be afraid of the clocks, they are our time, time has been so generous to us. we imprinted time with the sweet taste of victory. we conquered fate by meeting at a time in a certain space. we are a product of the time, therefore we give back credit where it is due: time.

((haven't used this account in a while

#NotAllBisAreVampiresButAllVampiresAreBi

The vampire sighs, running the base of her thumb along her jawline. Muscles ache, even- or perhaps especially- for immortal beings.

Impatient over something, wasn't he? Ah, well. "You've reached the Between," the vampire's voice echoed from the receiver. On their own side a finger tapped against a table. "If this is a time related issue, I'm afraid we're a bit congested."

She clears her throat. There is... A joke that could be made, here. She cannot make it.