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Soft Love

"Oh... you're beautiful."

"You make me happy."

"Let me hold your hand."

"I'm going to brush your hair."

"You're stunning."

"I love looking at you."

"Every part of you is perfect."

"I love your eyes."

"You're wonderful."

"I'm proud of you. So much."

"Come to bed? I want to be close to you."

"I'm going to cuddle you."

"Come here, I want a hug."

"You smell nice."

"Oh, you're so soft..."

"I want you to feel safe."

"You're warm."

"I'm going to paint your nails."

"Here - I got you a necklace."

"I love you."

"I made you a cup of tea."

"Hey - you can't sleep? Come here."

"Can I help make it better?"

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"Don't forget how dangerous the Gods are..."

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"It also tends to be the hardest part."

{Ⅵ} - "Acceptance is the first step to healing."

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I’m just little bit too much, So are you ever gonna take a hint?~

Just a little bit Two-Faced, Never know which side you’re gonna get~..

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I’m just a little bit selfish, It’s never gonna be easy with me..

I’m just a little bit psycho, Just a little uneasy~

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The shimmering light was easy to follow, weaving and waining side to side more than going straight forward. It would lead the draculina outside - not far though. Just behind her home, towards the outside of her property.

There would be waiting a strange man covered in grey fur and... red peacock feathers? No, that wasn't right - he was wearing something made out of feathers.

The light dashed back ontop of a staff that was leaning on the older man, which was the moment he got pulled out of thought and the book he was scrkbbling in

"Ah, Ludeva, you find any- Oh miss!" he cut himself off the moment he noted the woman. "Deeply wish to have not startled you. My assisant and I were simply looking for somebody."

"Is that so?" Hands folded gently behind her back, the draculina could not help but feel further curiosity tug at her mind. Perhaps she truly was her father's daughter, always chasing knowledge above all things. "Well, then I should tell you that your friend here made it into my home." Rokshana gestured to the estate behind her- an english townhome of modest beauty, red brick surrounded by blue hyacinth and rosevines climbing its face. "I am not one to turn away guests, but I would prefer they knock first, if that is ammenable." Her laugh was playful, without malice. Warm.

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The draculina would be visited, seemingly at random, by a small ball of iridescent but soft light - which passed by one of the windows of her home. It darted around for a while, stopping at the door and seemingly attempting to... crawl underneath the door? It was very much like seeing a cat reach its paw through the impossibly small space before it quickly gave up and wooshed away.

"..?" Her ears perked with interest, feeling a small pull to follow the light. Whatever it was, wherever it was leading.. She couldn't help but need to know.

It wasn't long before she was trying to chase it down, heels clatting on the hardwood floors of her home with every step.

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"𝒪𝒽 𝓂𝒶 𝒹𝑜𝓊𝒸𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝒻𝒻𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝒫𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓆𝓊𝑜𝒾 𝓈’𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝓊 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈. 𝒥𝑒 𝓃𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝒾𝓈 𝓆𝓊'𝓊𝓃 ê𝓉𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝒮𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝓁𝓊𝒾 𝒿𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝒾𝓈 𝓊𝓃 𝓅𝑒𝓊 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑜, 𝒥𝑒 𝒹é𝒶𝓂𝒷𝓊𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝓊𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝓁𝑒 𝓂é𝓉𝓇𝑜."

Clacking, tapping out some sort old rhythm like a dryad among the trees. Roxxy liked to get lost in herself now and again, lost in the harmony, the beat. It helped, more often than not. Music was a wall she put between herself and the rest of the world when things became dull. Her footsteps began to tangle into adagio and allegro, ballone between the beats. A fool could get lost in the movement..

But if you were a keen eye, you might just see the spots of red that stained her Louboutin's.

"𝒰𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒾è𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝓈𝑒, 𝒫𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒶 𝓅𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑒. 𝒥𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓊𝓍 𝓂’𝑒𝓃𝒻𝓊𝒾𝓇, 𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝒪𝒽, 𝓂𝒶 𝒹𝑜𝓊𝒸𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝒻𝒻𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒."

The melody got a bit louder, only stopping when she took a hit of the death stick between her fingers. Every now and again the woman looked to step and sway, as if dancing to some distant tune only she could hear.

Each dim light she passed revealed little secrets. Smears of crimson on her fingers, a wet spot in her hair, spatter on her shawl. In the dark, noone would really take notice.

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A ruckuss. Yelling. A gunshot, or something close enough. All mere meters from her home. The noise lifted her ears, causing the Draculina to rise from her office chair in a jolt.

Roxxy had worked hard to keep her head down for the most part. Her bar was a respectable spot, and rarely did she ever find strife from her customers. It was good. It was a comfortable way to live, just her and the wilds. Lonely, sure, but comfortable.

And now that comfort was being disturbed.

One thing many people didn't know, was that vampires were very territorial. The land that they marked as their home was sacred, not to be disturbed by other monsters without invitation. Much like a treaty zone or a neutral territory, all monsters knew to avoid hunting or brawling on a vampire's land. But someone had failed to honor that.

The draculina took a sharp inhale, the smell of human blood now lingering in the air. She could feel her insides curdle at it. The Beast inside her, hungering, longing for the taste... She could barely contain the feral salivation that her body seemed to reach for.

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"You would think that a woman like me.. would be used to being alone."

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It was.. strange to be a guest in such a new place. Rokshana had always been a sheltered girl, not having traveled as much as her father had. But when the chance came to accompany him here, to this kingdom- she could hardly refuse.

And Ariana, dear lovely Lady Ariana- a princess of a court that carried weight heavy, much like herself. Someone who understood the heft of a crown on the brow. And yet here she was, being friendly, kind, polite- helping her feel welcome in this place.

"I would not call your kindness simple, Highness. Your family has welcomed mine with such vigor and enthusiasm. I cannot express my gratitude enough."

"i'm glad to see such a simple thing can bring you joy."

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Rokshana would find a package in front of her residence's door in the morning of the 25th. There is no sender address or name, but a very familiar handwriting - almost cursive, but the one who wrote it lifted the pen for each individual letter rather than write each word together. The same handwriting as the only other signature in the contract that freed her.

The paper on the package wrote: "I am not sure if you celebrate this holiday, but I do hope you will enjoy this gift regardless." The package itself was protected with magic that dispelled once Rokshana took it, seemingly put on so it would not be stolen. Inside, there were a few cups, plates and bowls of handmade pottery. Or rather 'claw'-made as they were not entirely even and had marks of claws taking just a little bit too much off the top. An earnest attempt at a gift, albeit an average one. The traditional Romanian patterns painted on the pottery were made by a steady hand. They adapted to the imperfections and kept everything relatively well spaced. Whoever send this clearly got somebody's help to paint.

The box was opened and examined with care, gentle hands tracing the patterns so lovingly painted on every dish. She had not been expecting any gifts this year, considering her solitude. But this was.. lovely.

Thoughtful, even.

Over and over, her hands would graze across the letter, trying to figure out whose handwriting was in her grasp. She knew this penmanship from somewhere, surely...

A sigh passed her lips after the fifth re-read. The letter was carefully folded, slipped into a drawer for safe keeping, and the draculina would reach for one of the mugs.

Perhaps some tea would help her think.

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