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/  /  i  attempted to reach out to someone else that they added on discord,, but i didn’t get a response </3  :”(  (i did say to the person that they didn’t have to respond/they could ignore my message or even delete it)

@msngrd 
            
            /   /  i’m so sincerely sorry,  lovely </3 :”( did they say anything to you before they blocked you? they didn’t say anything to me….  i just woke up one morning to discover i had been blocked,, i had only been talking to them the previous day </3 :”(  i hate talking about them behind their back like this,, i feel awful…. i just would like to know what i did wrong & such. i wish i could have been given a chance to fix things, make things right, etc.. 

@gentledeath-
            
            / yeah i was blocked too , we didnt exactly argue or anything

{ he could not feign annoyance for long , the man was practically a master at deception and seduction -- and he was but a pawn at his hands . a soft shiver goes down his spine as his arms lean up to ring around the back of his neck , pulling him closer to his back } 
            
            your praise is music to my ears , i had no clue you sang so well
            
            { he grins , tilting his head back as a slight glimpse of his eye flashes underneath his blindfold }
            
            i suppose i will yield this once , you are quite lucky i fancy you , count dracula . if not, i would have left a long time ago

@aeonics   ♱.
            ah,   so  now  you  cannot  seem  to  recall  my  name?   i  am  simply  ‘count’  to  you?    i  choose  to  draw  blood  from  mortals  only  when  in  desperation,   i  cannot  wait  until  i  wither  and  dry  out.   (dracula  would  move  to  stand  behind  him,   hands  on  either  shoulders  of  the  radiant.  his  head  dipped  down,   lowering near  his  neck  to  breathe  the  god  in..   hands  feeling  each  detail  of  starlight’s  outfit  while  gliding  along  his  shoulders.   dracula  could  devour  him)    you  are  the  fairest,   the  most  radiant —- by  far.   tell  me  you  won’t  stay  angry  long,   i  forgive  your  jealousy.   >;) 

{ the god makes an almost futile attempt at feigning annoyance , eyes crinkled in mirth as he rolled them - arms crossed in a dramatic agitation }
            
            jealous ? of mere mortals ? you think so little of me. what is there to be jealous of ? i am the fairest and most radiant aeon of all , and you choose to draw blood from a / mortal / ? how do you think i would react , count ?

@eliquentfangs  ♱.
            it  doesn’t  help  the  lack  of  discreetness  to  have  someone  announce  my  mistakes.   but,    nevertheless,    i  thank  you.   have  you  any  suggestions? 

she smiles , nodding her head in agreement as she held onto him , heels clacking on the ground .
            
            the aeon knew his game , he'd seduce any unlikely visitor ( much to his dismay ) and drain them of crimson the moment they let their guard down
            
            " well , i choose to tune them out once i heard the count had hair like the night and skin like fine cream "
            
            she cooed , eyes half lidded as she feigns innocence , lips curling into a devious smile.
            
            he wasn't one for seduction , moreso tricks if anything.
            
            " my name is ... elena , i've brought you some gifts dearest count. i couldn't possibly turn here without a gift "
            
            / my mans is lowkenuinely fuming bc wdym u js let some random woman in !!!!

@aeonics  ♱.
            on  instinct  a  steady  grip  would  be  wrapped  around  the  woman’s  form  in  reassurance  he  wouldn’t  allow  her  to  fall.   “cobblestone  easily  cracks  under  years  of  pressure,  and  weathering.   i  sincerely  apologize.”     he  allowed  his  grip  to  loosen  as  her  position  shifted  to  hold  onto  his  arm,   cape  falling  behind  him.
            
            dracula  flashed  a  humble  smile  at  her  praise,   “is  that  so?”   he  offered  a  small  chuckle..   deep  and  thunderous —- as  short  lived  as  it  was.   “color  me..   surprised,   i  didn’t  think  the  townsfolk  had  many  good  things  to  say  about  ‘the  count’.”    
            
            usually,   he  saw  protests,   warnings  against  him,   fires,   church-rallies,   flyers.   not  much  positive.   

perfect. the man fell for his trap , and ▇▇▇▇ could only allow a knowing yet charming smile to fill his expression.
            
            the ' woman ' took his hand , stepping forward as her heels made a soft click against the ground. she purposefully tripped herself , holding onto his bicep for support as she bat her eyelashes in a feigning innocent manner
            
            " o-oh my apologies ! the ground was quite uneven ... " the blonde spoke , regret filling her tone as she straightened up and held onto his arm.
            
            ▇▇▇▇ was completely and utterly amused , would he be disgusted at himself , or perhaps in awe at his disguise ? rarely does ▇▇▇▇ meet a being that could distinguish each form from another , and oh how ignorance became their folly.
            
            " you must be the count of this castle ! i have heard much about you... " her finger lifts , dragging down his bicep as a cheeky smile pulls at her rosey lips " how you're a charming gentleman."
            
            charming his ass. ▇▇▇▇ knew the man was basically some leech that sucked blood whenever he pleased , however... he / was / quite the gentleman compared to ▇▇▇▇ as much as he hated to admit it.
            
            / NW AT ALL!! LIFE GETS BUSY

@aeonics  ♱.
            as  if  the  invitation  was  permission  to  take  his  fill,   the  vampire  slowly,   but  earnestly  lurched  forward..   letting  his  lips  first  seal  around  the  lifted  finger;   coated  in  rich  gold.   
            
            his  pupils  dilated  as  his  tongue  cupped  the  god’s  digit.    it  stung  when  settling  on  his  tastebuds,   but  in  the  same  way  an  aged  wine  would  tighten  and  dry  his  throat  upon  consumption.   
            
            yes.   the  sun  bested  the  moon,   but  the  moon  ruled  as  well.   crimson  irises  gravitated  towards  the  wound  in  a  gluttonous  thirst,   specks  of  saliva  trickling  at  the  corners  of  his  mouth.   
            
            “need  i  ask  for  more?   or  do  you  (offer)  yourself  (willingly)?” 
            
            his  voice  was  a  drawl,   hungry  and  raw.  pulling  in  as  the  moon  does  the  waves  of  the  ocean. 
            
            “no  ailments  of  mine  can  be  cured,   nor  do  i wish  for  them  to  be  by  any —- (god).   spare  me  of  your  gospel,   but  not  of  your  flesh.” 

a soft groan escaped from his lips , pain shooting out his body at the slightest touch. truly rhis was a vulnerable moment for a god as powerful as he.
            
            his hand shot out instinctively , gripping the man's wrist as his brows furrow , golden eyes blazing like the sun as tears welled up in divine eyes
            
            " careful "
            
            the god spoke , pain was a feeling unfamiliar to him , like the feeling of floating in endless space as you are surrounded by stars.
            
            it was the first time he ever was at the hand of someone else's mercy , his divinity a testament to his power.
            
            " my blood....is made of radiance itself.." he chuckled , almost prideful of his status above.
            
            vicious golden ichir spilled from the wound , shimmering faintly under the light.
            
            " they say a god's blood is higher than any medicine , especially mine. one drop and you'll be healed of all ailments"
            
            as if inviting the latter to have a taste , or rather teasing him of it-- he swipes a stripe against the wound , blood dribbling down his finger before he lifted it up , a sneaky grin flitting into his features
            
            " would you like a taste ?"
            
            to invite a stranger to consume his blood was to invite danger , but danger has always been his forte and the sun always suceeded in conquering the moon.

clawed  fingertips  trailed  along  the  edges  of  the  wound  as  a  scientist  would —- closely  studying  its  healing  progress.  “the  very  edges  are  healed,   but  trouble  lies  still  in  the  center;   tissue  ripped.   how  did  you  manage  to  get  this  deep  of  a  gash?”    
            
            curiosity  was  piqued,   a  nail  making  contact  with  the  blood —- a  sizzling  splatter  on  the  very  edge  of  his  claw..  eyes  narrowing  at  the   sight.    deeming  this  spilling  ichor  was  much  to  pure;    blessed;    holy —- for  his  sanguine  thirst.    “what  is  this  (made)  of?”    murmured  the  vampire,    quietly.   
            
            he  cared  not  about  feelings  or  pain  starlight  experienced,   but  more  for  his  hunger.    was  there  truly  no  way  to  feed  on  a  being  of  unfiltered  radiance?   

@dracylas 
            
            / ABSOLUTELY. i can drop sumn for u heh....

@aeonics  ݁ᛪ༙
            /    BLUSHING..  LITERALLY  BLUSHING.   they  have  got  to  interact..   ancient  vampire  who  values  darkness  vs  most  radiant  being  to  ever  exist??   

@aeonics 
            
            / I KNOW EFFORT WHEN I SEE IT!!@!@! i saw u follow me and i kid u not i gasped when i saw ur theme OMGF