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then find him if you are so curious.   i’m certain he is still alive,    wallowing away in his robes and eternal misery.    

@illedkin   ╬═    because a part of me wonders,  just where he could have gone.  it's been only years for you,  theo.

katrine is the more——expressive,   of my children yes.   but she means well    .. although i suppose the certain insolence she carries is merely genetic

@illedkin   ╬═    how lovely they all are.  does she    ..always have such a visibly scornful expression?

haunts  /you and our father/  maybe.   i do believe i was given grace      ..  i think of her all the time,    some days more intense than others.    days where i can feel her gentle touch upon my shoulder——and others where there is nothing more than a disconnect

@illedkin   ╬═    our mother haunts us more than you'd like to know.    [  the witch replies,  santiago's eyes flicker over to his sister.  ]    do you?

@heartsiphoner    ╬═     no,   /no/.  let's move on from this conversation.

may i ask why?  (…)  

@heartsiphoner   ╬═     it's different that,  it's not the same.    [  he whispers,  head hung low and his eyes fall close.  ]    but yes,  i am patient with you.

@heartsiphoner   ╬═    if it were smaller in size.  then,  yes,  perhaps i have.  could you tell me it's colour? 

around here,  yes.  it’s hard to miss so,  think again.  really hard.

@heartsiphoner    ╬═    a three  —   headed dragon?  i don't believe i have   ..is that common.

@heartsiphoner    ╬═    [  santiago hopes to search for a lie,  and that maybe—maybe he'd be able to find one.  however he watches alistair carefully,  and he can't help but feel his heart skip a beat at their words.  ]    i am selfish,  an arrogant which i am.  yet still,  i have not deterred you.

i am a fool for you,  such disappointment does not exist when i look at you even if it should.  [  a pause,  white irises staring into golden,  warm hues.  though his voice rings cruelty,  alistair only sees the light of the sun staring back at them,  ]   even now,  when a part of me is angry at you & your jealousy  (…)   you selfish,  arrogant witch,  you.

@heartsiphoner   ╬═    and does my heart not beat enough for you to realize that i,  am the same as you?    [  santiago is the first to stiffen,  it was the first time he had ever come to terms with this.  with them.  the witch searches,  searches for any lie in the undead's gaze.  /there's nothing/,  and something snaps inside as he reaches forward—yet hesitates.  ]    then i would be selfish enough to ask you to succumb to such nature.  for you might be more disappointed in me,  to have craved for such depravity.    [  his breathing deepens,  and he leans closer,  unphased by the way metal stings his nose.  ]

@heartsiphoner   ╬═    shall you take a bite of one more then?  it's sweeter,  this one seems.

mm.  only because it was fed to me by your hands,  yes. 

@heartsiphoner  ╬═    [  the taste of saccharine will conquer over the rest of the strawberry that had slowly grown shrewd.  it was from the garden of the leonor—abreu's estate,  it did not matter if a faulty fruit or two had gone stale.  ]    and was it worth it,  now that you’ve gotten a taste? 

@fatalefang   ╬═    if it gives your heart any rest,  i hadn't planned on bringing to light of this    ..new change.    [  santiago's fingers flex carefully,  it's dark irises casting to the vampire rather cautiously.  it watches curiously,  amused.  ]    but you could have ignored me.  there must have been a reason for your approach.

@buryhisoul       surprises aren’t enjoyable to me any longer.    haven’t been in years.    time withers away any chance of a happy little surprise.

@fatalefang    ╬═    surprise?  i  thought  you'd  be  a  little  happier  to  see  me,  katherine.  

inspired  by  gothic  horror,  witch  craft,  edgar  allen  poe.  mentions  of  bipolar  disorder  +  triggers  include  religious  trauma,  gore,  violence,  internal  homophobia.

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