"The way I see it," the vampire said "You need a place to rest." They circled the werewolf - exhausted and battered by the recent full moon. "Somewhere to belong to..." they brushed over a bruised cheek. "Someone to belong to. Wolves are social animals."
"I think you're just in it for my blood."
"Not just. Also those strong muscles, that lovely I can go out in sunlight and of course that lovely face of yours."
The werewolf tipped their face into the cool touch - mercifully cool, ice on a wound. "Living all alone in a creepy castle screams sociable."
"I'm sure we'd find ways to keep each other company."
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Terrible, Awful Ideas.
AlteleIf you've met me, you know I have an overactive imagination and think of stories or roleplay ideas that are just generally stupid. This is a book for them.
