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Stefan Salvatore

@siredbynecrosis

「Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no man ever dared to dream before.」MC • SL

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「My teeth are rottin’ away, I’ve leathered all my skin and my blood is getting thin, And my whole fucking characters changed, I don’t know who I used to be but it certainly isn’t me.」 — AU!Aladdin — Street rat, riff-raff — Smoke and Mirrors

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「Smoke and Mirrors」— Prologue ❝—My own reflection’s making me sick I’ve been this way since my faith quit And I’ve never asked for this pain, it’s taking me over It’s taking me over It’s making me colder.❞ There’s always a man, and he’s always on --

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-- knew me. It should have been able to keep safe. I plant my boots on the front porch, chilled December air tempting a shiver before encasing me in mild disappointment. I almost missed it. Being cold, feeling something when the first snow fell. As a --

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-- boy, I prayed for it; relishing in the stories Damon would tell me of his adventures, of places covered in such a fine dusting. Like a blanket covering all the sleeping things, the things that slept now—the things that didn’t wish to be forgotten. Like --

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-- them, I slept. During my darkest moments, during the depravity of this monster, I slept. I shut my eyes, I turned my cheek and I let him cause misery. I let him sacrifice my soul. The words called to me again. Slipping free, reaching towards the book --

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-- discarded on the floor. Just let us rest, just lock us away, they plead. But what good would that do? What peace would that bring? As the sun began its ascension, I found myself scratching, wondering, searching. This slithering beneath my skin, this --