ㅤㅤ ㅤᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ𓂃 𖤐૰ ⦇ 𝕻𝐀𝐏𝐀 𝕰𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝐈𝐈 ⦈ ㅤㅤᅠ˗ˋ◜ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴘᴛʜs ᴏғ sᴀᴛᴀɴ's ᴇʏᴇs◞ˎ˗ ᅠ ᅠ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᅠㅤ⛆ ݊ ܻ ᴀɴᴛɪᴘᴏᴘᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᅠᅠᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ ᴏғ ɢʜᴏsᴛ. ㅤㅤㅤㅤᅠㅤㅤ⛆ ݊ ܻ ᴀ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ. ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

~ And I call out to the weather Water rushing in my lungs Send me a thunderbolt, gods up above End my own agony ~

⠀ ᅠ𓄼 𝖠𝖭𝖣𝖱𝖮𝖬𝖤𝖣𝖠 ㅤ ꕤ ㅤ 𝖢𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖫𝖤𝖱𝖠𝖨𝖦𝖧 𓄹 ㅤ ᅠ𓊔 ㅤ 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 ᅠ𝑡𝒉𝑒 ᅠᅠ𝑑𝑎𝑦ᅠᅠ𝑖ᅠᅠ 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 ᅠᅠ𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

presses a short kiss to the palm of his hand ( not something he does often, but there are rare exceptions ) releases it slowly and withdraws, leaning back. “... an old impulse. sorry.”

i'm alive but only ironically．

“buenas noches.”

“¿dulce vampiro con alma? qué interesante descripción. buenas noches, cazador. soy louis.”

“noches, supongo.”