#v : 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 ‚ arc iii.

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the one where soulmates share extreme physical sensation — if one gets hurt, the other gets hurt, and etc.

@bloodwr4th I still have this! 🤍🤍🤍

She had believed him. Or, she had wanted to believe him when he had told her that bullshit about not knowing each other— she had tasted the lies ushering forth from betwixt his lips like a serpent juts its forked tongue into the air to collect information with its tines, sensing its own unerring truth. Physical wounds were not the only type of impact to leave irrevocable damage, significantly if they cut deep enough. Nausicaa didn’t have all the information acquired, leaving her bereft for a time when she might have felt safe.

All she knew was that from the moment she had touched her hand to his by accident, the electrical jolt phased to segment through her body could not be disregarded. She felt him everywhere— the physical heat of his hand that thrummed along her skin. The wildfire feeling coursed through her veins and traveled along her entire form, demanding to connect with him further. Her entire lifeline opened before her, which contained forks in the paved highway that showed her how many times they had been taken from one another. And he had kept it all from her— and by what end? Why had he done this— playing this out and seeing it through to the end?

She could detect his lies like a coating, and now she wore them like Atlas wore the world's weight. It made her hurt all over as she yanked away from him. So, this was what it felt like to be electrocuted. She had found the wellspring of his mind, which had opened an entire line of telepathic wavelength to him; she realized she was privy to his thoughts, just as much as he could home into hers. She no longer felt safe— no longer able to have a single thought to herself. The sense that this was something they shared entirely threw her off, and she didn't even know how to rectify the situation.

❛ You have so much explaining to do. You've lied to me— lied to me over and over since the day I first met you. How absolutely sick you are to have held this from me the way that you have. ❜ And without a second's delay, she walked away from him. It was the hardest thing she had ever done in her life. She didn't want to believe in destiny, in fate. And, yet, she could not deny what had just happened. No wonder he had kept her at arm's length, refusing to let them get too close. The truth laid out like a tarot card reading, and she felt death's doors looming nearby like an unforeseeable omen.

She couldn’t blame him entirely for his decisions but wished she had a say. Slamming the door behind her, she hadn’t meant the way the glass had shattered, how it pierced the veil of silence within the quiet vicinity. She felt like she was falling— away from herself and everything she’d ever known.

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❛ I do, ❜ she had to admit, nonplussed at the fact that her being an absolute stranger did not deter him. But on the opposite foot, she wasn’t quite sure what had gotten into her, either. She rarely if ever spent time with those she didn’t know, but she was venturing outside of the bubble of her safe zone. ❛ … Regular form? ❜ Her eyes slightly widened and wondered what all that would entail.

❛ I actually lead a diet of veganism—which are mostly fruits and veggies, but sometimes we eat things that can be passed off as meat but it’s faux meat. ❜ She provided. ❛ But most of that is processed, so I like just sticking to the true idea of things, in their raw forms. ❜ Gripping one elbow with the opposite hand, she then curved in to bring both arms closer to her body, and rubbed friction alongside them, trying her best to warm up. Even in high autumn, the temperatures were already starting to drop. ❛ If you want to eat meat, you can. But you’ll definitely be alone there. ❜ She smiled and motioned toward the restaurant. ❛ Let’s cross here, that’s the place. ❜

Regulus has yet to explore this town. “ I have yet to explore this place, you seem to know this place very well.” He said. The Cervid probably should at least try to speak normally. He thought for a moment before shaking his head. “ I do eat actually in my regular form, but it mostly consists of grass.” He didn’t have a mouth in his regular form, but maybe that’s for another story.

Regulus puts his hands in his pockets. He walked alongside her. Earth so far is an interesting place. He just was looking strange when he stomps his feet to try and walk. The prince was away from home and he was on an alien planet. “ I never really had any… meat before. I always wanted to give it a try.”

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He is just going to come behind her, cuddles her and whisper in the corner of her ear. " sh sh sh. i love you. sh sh sh. "

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐏 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐒, throwing her head back to his monstrous chest, chin tilting slightly in sheer, utter bliss. When she first hears that sh sh sh, she almost explodes on the spot. ❛ I love you too. Say it again. Say it lower. Deeper. Not enough-- say it telepathically. Make me yours with the hum of your syntax. ❜

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@bloodwr4th + @fr4sell bestowed a   ‘ snuggle ‘  for our muses to cuddle up together on a cold night.

The fire roaring in the hearth in the converted library held no precedence of the frigid temperatures that dropped seemingly within hours. The light began to fade out of the frostbitten sky, and the chill was enough to jar her teeth, rendering her bones to feel as fragile as handspun glass, on the verge of shattering. It was a cold that tore through your clothing as if they were nothing, and you could feel it permeate everywhere.

❛ Are you guys not freezing? ❜ She almost stomped her feet to get some circulation into her veins, her long fall of hair she pushed behind her as she removed herself away from the floor to ceiling windows, the glass of the parlor so old that it created a wavery indention that was forever etched into the panes of glass. They had decided to spent the onslaught of Thanksgiving week at Rosethorns, and she could feel that the house was all to happy to have its mistress there, and not at Harvard University, where it couldn't keep its thumb on her and her company. She knew that Kol and Dorian were safe, and Rosethorns seemed to be happy with them because Nausi was in good spirits. It was as though the old sentient abode could take note of it, latching onto her emotions like a psychic leach.

Moving closer to them, and shimmying between them to sit against their warmth to where they sat on the leather rolled-arm chesterfield, she found that she was less cold the closer she got to the both of them. Snuggling against them, she grabbed each by the arm, pressing herself closer to the both of them.

❛ It might snow, and if we get snowed in here you are going to both have to deal with me for a whole week. The last time this happened, we had to wait for the thaw. I just want you to prepare for that, and if you need an out, this would be the time to go. ❜ She leaned back against the cushion, and watched the fire crackling, doing its best to warm up the draft expanse of the room.

I decided to reply to both at once! We rarely get to see the three in action and !!!!!!!!!!! Absolutely feeling it!

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❝ you smell like the devil. ❞

❛ Does the devil wear Coco Mademoiselle? Get a good whiff, mi amor, because that's what you are sniffing at right now. ❜ Placing herself in his lap, she rubbed her nose delicately against his, eyes radiating with twinkling mischief.

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If what he was trying to do was frighten her, it would take a lot more than what he’d already done to do any real damage. The truth was, she didn’t know him— and he had made no real effort for them to be close or know one another. While he had an entire throng of people around him, at least in groups of 4-5 at most times, she found that he was silent even if he were near them. Nausicaa knew what that was like— you could be entirely alone in a sea of people, even if they parted for you.

She didn’t see him as an enemy even though his mannerisms proved that he wanted— yearned for her to fear him, possibly hate him. Anything as long as she wasn’t close to him, and yet she didn’t understand why. While she didn’t admittedly show fear on the outside, internally she was an amalgamation of mixed emotions. No, there was something just beneath the surface of him, something he was purposely hiding from her. He was keeping things from her, and in turn that made her blood run cold, the iciness in her veins that could not be unthawed. She could detect untruths from a mile away, and he was permeated with it. But she put on a good façade, and she could make small talk with him if this made things amicable between them.

❛ Yes, it’s no secret. Everyone in New Salem knows me as the Rosethorns Witch, and my apothecary is well known. People flock there from all over the world. ❜ She admitted with a slight smile, even if she wondered if that was the only reason he was around her now. Was he a hunter of some sort? Did she have reason to fear him, should she? Or maybe he had known she was a witch all along and was just playing her.

Becoming lost in her thoughts and damn near in a trance, she had to shake herself to give him her full, undivided attention— which was already so very hard when she was near him, picking up on the traces of his cologne. It was enough to subdue her right down to the soles of her feet, making her as pliable as a puddy. ❛ I’m sure there is a way to reactivate it, you just have to have the right potion, the right formula, and the right witch. ❜ She could feel her eyes lightening to almost a pinkish amethyst, the sunlight filtering the sunset through the large windows at the school taking on the nuances around them.

She had not fully known about his vampirism— it had just been a few days before that she had rescued him from a disastrous mishap with his clothing, she just thought he had odd taste in clothes and lacked the knowledge of technology. But now everything was coming together, making more sense to her. This wasn’t the first vampire she’d met, and most certainly wouldn’t be the last. ❛ And here I just thought you had a blood kink, ❜ she laughed deeply, her low, sultry voice almost tickling the air with its silky reverberation. Of course, he would make a reference to how young and handsome he was. Okay, Gaston.

❛ Who says you can’t? ❜ She folded her arms across her chest, her long, chocolate hair touching the line of her hips and curling elegantly around her, casting almost red in the bright sunset as they face one another. ❛ I think perhaps it’s just dormant and needs to be reawakened. Maybe nothing you’ve tried has worked, and you need some kind of blood key. ❜ Offering information on the occult came second nature to her, and she just couldn’t resist helping out one in distress.

As soon as she had spoken, becoming more involved in the subject matter, she could feel a door shut between them, and an icy trail of dead air encroaching between them. Whatever was happening felt… closed off again, and she cursed herself for even allowing it to get this far. Flattening out her eyes, she did her best to keep the redness out of her cheeks, even if she was almost shaking with the conflagration of emotion. Shaking her head again, she closed her eyes for a moment, placing her fingers to the bridge of her nose and squeezing it to suppress herself further.

❛ No, you’re right, we should be more careful. Look, the apothecary is open most days except when I am here at school. If you would like for me to go through my grimoire, which is probably as old as the earth itself, I can see what I can find? ❜ She offered, and backed up slightly, cutting herself off from her own emotions. Why did he have this effect on her? The talk of her blood long forgotten, she didn’t want to bring that up and make even more a fool of herself than she already had. But the words he had spoken lingered and played hymns of music with her insides. I’m pretty sure yours taste like sweet divine. God damn him. Her smile weakened until she wasn’t wearing one at all and found it so easy to get lost with him, forever trapped in his gaze. Looking down at her watch, she shook her head, dismayed. ❛ I’m going to be late for civil procedure. If you want to take me up on my offer, I'm all yours. ❜ And it was only then that she hadn’t elaborated on what offer she was speaking about— her blood or the grimoire.

he knows people don't trust him. how could they? he is doing everything in his power to scare them away. he wasn't the type to actually be friend material. he is more the type of being enemy. especially in duos. so, when this girl show no fear when he is around? it astonishe him. especially when she was just like him. when it comes to personality and everything. something he hides from her because he know how it always ends up when they both got together. either of them or both of them dies. and maybe that's selfish of him, not to tell her everything. he know she must feels thing when he is around just like he does when she's around. " only in rituals? bloody hell. so, that's true then? you are a witch? do you have spell to show me? i'm trying to reactive that part of me. i mean, being a vampire is great. i can't just says that i hate it because, well, duh. i'm still young and handsome. but i wish i could like … reconnecte with my witchy side. the thing i would do to share this with someone. "

maybe he should be careful with what he is suggesting. he know how powerful they were when they were reunited. yet, it seems like he doesn't want to stay away when he should. something that will certainely cause either pain for him but who was he to go against fate, right? no one. that's the answer to that question.

" be careful what you are offering me. i might take you on that offer. i'm pretty sure yours taste like sweet divine. " the smile that appears on his face is something he should avoid. especially when the smile on her lips and the face she makes does something to him.

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❝  i think i just need to be quiet for a little bit.  ❞

Nausicaa pivoted toward him, and pulled out her ear buds, one at a time. She could understand about the need for quiet, for the deafening silence that was almost impossible to come by in such a fast-paced environment. But she found the more quiet it got, the more resolute she became in her resolve, and it was harder to dig herself up from the surface of the ground if she sank so far into it.

❛ If you look hard enough for it, the world can be quiet. ⸻ Even if it's seething with its voracious appetite and snapping teeth, just waiting to take its first bite. ❜

Sometimes quiet was the calm before the storm, and she felt one brewing through the onslaught of trees that all but bent to her sway.

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continued from here / @bloodwr4th 🤍

Nausicaä knew that he was afraid of their daunting, uncertain future. But she needed him to hold on, for her. If he didn't believe in her, in them, then they were truly and ultimately lost. She knew that she had been a seed planted like a blight on the brunt of humankind, something that was expected to be nothing but malevolent incarnate. Persephone, the bringer of death. The destroyer. Her namesake was quite literally an omen's harbinger. But she wasn't going to let her DNA, let alone her roots, turn her into this person that she didn't want to be.

With the mystery surrounding the death of Nikolai, and the fact that she still didn't have all of the answers and had lost so much time that she still had not accounted for, she was beginning to doubt herself and the occurrence as a whole. Had it truly been her father that had hurt him? Or was it something much, much worse; a part that she might have played in it.

She held him fiercely to her, and for a second she knew what happiness felt like. Even if it were fleeting, even if it wasn't forever in a span of lifetimes, it was forever right now. And that was more than enough for her. She wanted to reassure him that she wouldn't just vanish from his arms, from his life. Coming back to herself, and back to him, she breathed in is scent slowly as she was enveloped into the security of his arms. His lips on hers, she knew she had found her home⸻ in her person.

❛ Mi amor, I want our lifeline to stop breaking apart. I think I want to be not just a part of your lifeline, but your bloodline. And eventually, I want to give you just that. Give you everything. ❜

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@lightcreators / continued from here.

If he were speaking of that Hades, she exchanged words with him recently. Nausicaä was sure that he could instill fear in the hearts of many. Not wanting to provoke the ire of any chthonic entity, she couldn’t help but slightly twist her head in the form of acquiescence, bowing mildly with it. ❛ Any witch would be pleased to have that kind of honorable duty bestowed on them. At least if they belong to that specific pantheon. Have you always been adept to the Greeks? ❜ She lamented, speaking with him casually as she sipped her juice that easily could have come from the bright, viridescent pages of a Swamp Thing comic.

She could almost believe that Hades was there, lurking in the shadows and cackling inwardly. He was probably the world’s best listener and secret keeper. After all, one’s deepest, darkest laments were kept in obscurity.�� Hades had always been a deity that she looked up to. Why would anyone want to be around a sunshine man who symbolically steps out on his wife when you could align yourself with someone who was as dark as bittersweet nightshade and ever faithful? Not even that mint plant stood a chance to Persephone’s blooms. Those kinds of relationships she aspired to, and she would have nothing short of that for herself. Lucky for her, the Hades to her Persephone was just as faithful, but by the gods he had the most irritating mouth at times. If others knew of their own dark, twisted back history, only then would they understand her need to strangle him every so often. It was medicine for the psychosis.  

❛ You’ve never gotten to meet one of your fellow associates? You need to have a talk with your employer; this is not remote work, is it? ❜ She grinned, pushing her long tumble of noir-hued locks behind her, which positively gleamed from the overhead lights. ❛ I think all four of us, Hades, too, should play a deck of cards together. After all, Hades makes bank every day, having all those mined jewels in his possession. I know A CAT that could be interested in such baubles. ❜ She grinned, thinking of one of her best friends and how she and Selina were waaaaaay too much alike to even have the kind of friendship that they did.   ❛ I am sure this whole conversation is entertaining enough for El Hefe. ❜

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There was nothing quite like the brief mentioning of her favorite alcohol to instantly put the Anti in check-- and the fact that the checking had been done by the agent made her somewhat chortle. He really wasn't aware of how much danger did tend to follow him. Quite like a noose around the neck, he was lucky that he became her newfound drinking partner.

❛ Doesn't it always? It's happy hour whenever you are around, Marcus. ❜ She let out a throaty chuckle to rumble her throat as she hoisted herself into the club chair. What she didn't tell him was that, yes, she would be dominating the world soon enough, in her own way and time. There was an old saying for the Irish that if it weren't for liquor, they would have taken over the world. Perhaps it rang true even for her. Liquor might destroy some lives, but what a way to go.

❛ Well, then, you shouldn't have brought your caseload to the bar. I told you I'd wait for you to finish up. I knew you couldn't say no to the margaritas; you lot really are just like clockwork. ❜

❛  your  plans  ??   does  that  involve  margaritas  ??   i  sure  hope  i'm  not  assisting  in  world  domination  or  something  far  fetched  ..  got  enough  on  my  plate  with  the  criminal  underworld  ..   ❜   he  chuckled,  softly.  ❛  besides,  you've  probably  got  better  things  to  do  than  watch  me  ..  i  prefer  to  not  be  watched  whilst  i  work,  gives  me  the  creeps  ..  ❜

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i can't see anything i don't like about you.

She couldn't help but to stop dead in her tracks, and she slowly pivoted on the silk of her ballerina heel, the dress twirling around her midsection in the sway of it. Poising one hand behind her to clasp it into a formed cage with the other, she always did this when she needed comfort⸻ often relying on herself to be the one to give it. When your whole life has been doctored with lies from your family, and you weren't even sure if you were human enough to deserve the niceties, it was just flat-out easier to believe in the bad things.

❛ That's because we are still getting to know each other, Z. Give it time, and I am sure that you'll wind up changing your way about me. I'm not an easy person to know or to like. ❜ But she hoped that she was wrong. She rarely was, but in this instance she truly hoped for it. She just didn't want to be anyone's disappointment any more than she already was to herself.

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" I b -- bel -- belong to y -- you . " ( her prey animal )

❛ Oh, is that so? ❜ Nausicaä countered, and pivoted on her spike-heeled ankle boot to come stalking her innocence like a ravaged, obsidian-furred panther, her dark tresses gleaming from the skylights of the cavernous parlor of Rosethorns. If anyone was going to be after her, it wasn't her fucking house. She had first dibs, and she had been waiting for quite a while for her little prey animal to be so brazen.

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@lightcreators / continuing from here.

Although she was flesh and bone, she was hardly human. She wasn’t quite sure what she was or what her destiny entailed— but she did understand how it had been mapped out by Deucalion and Demetria Black since her fated birth aligned many a celestial body. She also knew, without quite knowing, that this person was far from what was deemed a human, corporeal form. He was shrouded in darkness, that in which he wore like a velvet cloak. The shadowy gloom crowned him, but she wouldn’t necessarily say with sin. Just because you were the darkness didn’t equate you to iniquity. Irony bestowed a person that would equate The Underworld to Hell, and Hades to the Devil, all because each ruled the abodes they were dealt. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of all of this, but unlike her father, this man, Hades, seemed not to be nefarious, even if he could pass it off.

❛ It’s good to know that you don’t hold me accountable for the sins of my father— even if those sins are wrought of the lines of manmade, biblical proportions and created long before I was even thought of. ❜ She grinned and slightly tilted her head to get a better look at him. He wasn’t as frightening as he appeared to be, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t hold his own if push came to shove. ❛ And it appears that we have the weight of our parental transgressions in common, down to the monstrosity of them. ❜

She still didn’t have all the pieces of her own intricate puzzle, and she would eventually get to the bottom of everything. He was lucky in the fact that his memories hadn’t been taken from him when the worst thing that can ever happen to a person is the loss of time. There were minutes that she could not account for, the first of those minutes being her brother Nikolai’s mysterious disappearance and eventual death— even if they hadn’t found the body. The river had claimed him, and there was no getting back what was lost forever. But— if he truly was the keeper of these souls, then perhaps he could at least let her know if he had made it across Styx safely.

❛ Would they be kind enough to garner some information? ❜ she turned to him fully, a renewed hope in her eyes that had been otherwise vacant for the last seven years. ❛ I have a brother that… is lost to me now. I was wondering if you might be able to find him and what I might do to see him again. However that might be achieved. ❜

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mimick something she says in a sassy little tone as he looks at her with those darkened eyes. " oh, really????? "

i had to. since we talk about it on discord and just sjfkjfksj fight fight fight.= tension. tension. tension.

❛ Yeah, really. ❜ She forms a coiled ouroboros with her hands to grip his hair with her pointed talons, her eyes molten and burning darkly as though she would bore a hole into the side of his skull with her ferocity. ❛ So the first thing you do when coming back to class is to mock me? Mi amor, the plans of torment I have for you are going to last at least half as long as every moment you've ever decided to be an ass. And by my calculations, that's a long time. Maybe even centuries worth; good thing I've got an eternity to pester you with. ❜

BABY WHAT IS THIS. LMFAOOOOOOO.

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052. a closed pool , after everyone has left .

The gleaming turquoise blue water of the twenty-five-yard pool was inviting, the little wisps of heat eddying along its reflective surface. There was no adequate hot tub at the Harvard-located Malkin Athletic Center, and she was dying for her Jacuzzi at home. It would be another week before they were let out for winter break, and she’d desperately needed it to combat the stress of the fall examinations that were transpiring. She even bought a mahogany red one-piece swimsuit with seashell accents that would offset the natural olive hues of her skin, not that she was expecting anyone to notice it. It was for her, and she didn’t want to be too scantily clad in case she wasn’t alone, and she’d run the risk of sharing the pool with another student or faculty member.

Technically, the pool was heated, but it was never heated to the point of bubbling with effervescent heat. There was nothing wrong with applying a little witchcraft to the scenario; she thought to herself as she lowered herself down the ladder and extended her arms to the sides to softly wade through the torrents of water. Taking notice that there were eight lanes partitioned off, the OCD in her ensured that she stuck to the closest lane nearest the long curve of structure and dipped beneath the water to be all one solid temperature to adjust herself to it. Hoisting herself up to float along the surface of the vibrant water, she closed her eyes as she glided with buoyancy.

Her eyes shot open from the moment she felt eyes on her, eyes that were watching her from the other side of the auditorium near the bleachers. She slowly moved to a standing position in the water, wishing she could see further than an eyeshot. The lights were half-mast, nearly to the point of leaving them suspended in looming darkness, forever in a moment of twilight. Whoever this was, she wasn’t above setting them on fire if it became necessary. Was it a member of The Coven? Her father? Another student? But when she finally was able to pick up on the details of his clothing: soft black boots that one might wear in the winter. Followed by the dark shades of his jeans and a black sweater covered by the gleaming leather of his jacket of the same hue. No wonder why she hadn’t seen him until now— he merged with the shadows seamlessly, a little too much so.

❛ Oh, this should be rich, ❜ She grinned as she swam to his side of the pool and lay her arms on the side of it as she floated there, her chin resting on her hands. Her wealth of dark hair hung loose like seaweed, and her eyes wildly gleamed in the room that looked like nightfall encroaching. ❛ Come for more punishment, or is this a ceasefire? I’d know your scent anywhere, Kol. You aren’t fooling anyone. ❜ Twisting her lips to smile at him, she teased him, almost willing to bet he wouldn’t like what she was about to do. Swiftly jumping forward, she grabbed the front of his sweater, hoisting him through the air to land directly in the water, fully clad. Oops. ❛ You should be more careful, ❜ She laughed as he breached the surface of the water, his face looking the most shocked she’d ever seen him. ❛ It’s slippery here. ❜

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“ so first I have a taco date with your husband & now a tea date with you? god, I feel so popular. “

❛ You know it's separate right now, ( especially if these dates are in the dark academia verse ) because we can't stand each other ( affectionate ). You should ask him about the time that I used my telekinesis to unscrew his seat at Harvard and made him hit his luscious ass on the hard wood floors. ❜ Then her brain spasms and she did NOT just say Kol's ass was luscious! Can't prove it can't prove it---- she struggles to make her brain not short circuit. ❛ You see, there he goes, forever being a problem. A menace. But yes, Marcus! You are incredibly popular, and please make sure he goes on a workout after his taco fest, or else it might go all the way to his rotten behind. ❜ She so said luscious.

featuring @bloodwr4th because dark academia and I just! Just thinking about Kol's luscious ass and I