The glisten of her slick teeth is mesmerizing ━ "No, I expect that it doesn't." Oh, but how he longed for those fangs to sink into his yielding throat, so that he might curse her to 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘦 on his blood as she drinks him dry ━ or perhaps he has simply gone mad.

He awakens. His body unfurls itself and limbs are splayed at exaggerated angles, in some vain hope that one of them might cure him of this infernal backache. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘼𝙡𝙖𝙨.

"Of that, at least, we can agree on."

"Of course." The words leave a bitter taste on his tongue ── but what choice does he have now? Far better to appease her, and hope that she can keep him safe from those who would far rather see him suffer. "I don't suppose I have much of a choice, anyway."

"I expect that you're right." This, at least, draws a chuckle from him. It feels like forever, since last he had a reason to laugh. "And, yet, I wish you wouldn't say it."

"Of course not." He wavers at the sensation of her cold skin against his, and suddenly he finds himself acutely aware of his sharp her nails feel when pressed against his human flesh. "I-...apologize."

"That is-...certainly one way of putting it."

Suspicion stays his fingers.   Perhaps he is being taken for a fool, once more? After all, those who are kind to him seldom have good intentions for long.           ( 𝘉𝘶𝘵...𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥. )

//. I've had the immense misfortune of waking up sick, so the next few days you very likely won't see much of me. My apologies!

The splintered remants of a femur bone is offered to the exciteable pup. Perhaps a touch excessive, for such a tiny creature's jaws, but Cezar deserves this treat.

Such fierce affection overcomes the man, that he can not help but to interrupt just long enough to scoop Cezar up into his arms and place a kiss against the spot where fur meets bone.

//. I crave only two things ⸻ More sleep. Storylines that take place in season 2.

𝒀𝒂𝒂𝒂𝒂𝒂𝒂𝒘𝒏. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀─ stretch.

You, the now familiar whipping boy, but you’re beautiful, he can feel the dogs licking his heart.

Smooches the reader's cheek, 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 in character! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

//. I promise I'll be back when things are a little quieter for me. Life picked a terrible time to come and slap me in the face.

//. I'm feeling a lot better lately, so I plan to be a bit more active this week. I hope everyones' staying safe and happy.

⠀⠀He feels the weight of his betrayal so acutely, when the man's eyes are upon him. There is something so cold in those looks ── something so 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨. He averts his own gaze, knowing that this too must make him look guilty. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Yes, Lord Dracula?"