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@fangoire       well,  thank you, they’re very nice—      but i still have to replant more roses 

@saintoire      they were wilted anyways.   i came with a new bouquet as a consolation gift    .. of sorts

@fangoire        never seen a camp nate in my life. 

@puckups      sure.    was this camp you went to called camp nate?   

@fangoire            ..  i read about it..      at ..     camp.        .. :)

@fangoire ⠀      ⠀ fair enough, not everyone's a fan of my /charm/ . but hey, maybe I'll surprise you with my ⠀      ⠀ performance on the ice tonight ,, and  who knows?  ⠀      ⠀ maybe your wife will become a fan too. either way, it's game day, and ⠀      ⠀  I'm ready to give it my all.  ⠀      ⠀ see you out there, Papa T.

@mightypucks         i am loose,   i’m just not particularly fond of you.   as for my wife,   i suppose you’ll see when the game ends

@fangoire ⠀      ⠀ guess the term “happy wife ,, happy life” doesn’t work with you — loosen up !! it’s game day today . is your wife coming to see too ?? 

well  your  not  in  the  sunlight  so  i  dunno..   but  based  on  your  attitude  ima  say  you  don’t 
            @fangoire 

@mneater         do i look like i’m sparkling now?    that should answer your question

mk..   so  your  meaning  to  tell  me—    that  vampires  do  exist?    do  you  really  sparkle  and  shit?
            @fangoire 

@puckyea       i figured as much.    i swear they don’t teach you to check your blindspots anymore        ..it’s fine,    don’t worry about it.    it’s nothing a little tlc and money can’t fix

oh..       my bad, sir.  didn’t even see your car.      .. sorry —  again..??       @fangoire 

@puckyea          you should be,     you just backed into my car,    kid   :/

@puckyea     /  daddy’s home!

ENTER (███)  TRISTAN BOURGEOIS   ♱̼ .   THE  ORIGINAL  NIGHTWALKER.  (███)  SAINT RAFAELA’S  SCHOOL FOR YOUNG EXORCISTS    [ tied to @puckyear + many more ]  written in 2023 + revamped in 2024

(███)    ..NOW THE YEAR IS 1996,  AND THE WORLDS OF SUPERNATURAL AND HUMANS ALIKE HAVE CLASHED.  HIS VERY OWN OFFSPRING WITH ODETTE SANTOIRE,  TRISTAN “TJ” SANTOIRE JR CARRIES THE BLOOD OF A DHAMPIR FROM HIS FATHER AND ARCHSAINTS FROM HIS MOTHER   —AN ABOMINATION.  TO KEEP HIS SON’S IDENTITY SAFE,  HIS SON WAS ENROLLED INTO  SAINT RAFAELA’S SCHOOL FOR YOUNG EXORCISTS,  FOUNDED BY HIS SON’S ANCESTOR, SISTER EVGENIA SANTOIRE.  A NEW WAR WILL SOON BE APPROACHING,   ONE BETWEEN THE SUPERNATURAL AND THOSE AT THE SCHOOL,   LEAVING HIS SON TO BE TORN BETWEEN TWO HIS TWO RESPECTIVE WORLDS,  NOW THAT TRISTAN HAS THE BIGGEST BOUNTY ON HIS HEAD…   //    ALTHOUGH  FOR  ONE  OF  YOU,  THE  DARKEST  PIT  OF  HELL  HAS  OPENED  TO  SWALLOW  YOU  WHOLE.  SO  DON’T  KEEP  THE  DEVIL  WAITING,   OLD  FRIEND. 

(███)    “YOU  ARE  THE  VERY  THING  THAT HIDES  AMONGST  THE  SHADOWS  MADE  FLESH,]  ;     THE ORIGIN OF DRACULA HIMSELF,  VAMPIRES WERE MERELY AN OLD WIVES TALE TOLD TO YOUNG CHILDREN AND PASSED DOWN THROUGH GENERATIONS ALIKE.   A CREATURE WHO ONLY WALKS THE NIGHT,  WITH GLOWING CRIMSON EYES AND AN INSATIABLE HUNGER FOR BLOOD,  A MONSTER THAT KILLS OUT OF PURE LUST AND NATURE.  THE APEX PREDATOR AMONGST THOSE WHO LURK IN THE SHADOWS.  CREATED BY BLACK MAGIC AND PURE SELFISHNESS, THE FIRST VAMPIRES WERE CREATED..  THE  B͟O͟U͟R͟G͟E͟O͟I͟S͟  FAMILY BECAME THE VERY THING THOSE STORIES SPOKE OF, AND T͟R͟I͟S͟T͟A͟N͟  BEING THE STRONGEST TO EVER WALK THE EARTH.   BEING BORN OUT OF WEDLOCK,  THE BASTARD CARRIED MORE THAN JUST HIS VAMPIRISM..   FOR BLOOD OF THE WOLF COURSED THROUGH HIS FATHER’S BLOOD UPON HIS CONCEPTION.  TRISTAN,  AMONGST HIS SIRES CONQUERED THE WORLD OF MONSTERS FOR CENTURIES..  EVEN BEFORE THE SANTOIRES CAME INTO POWER.  THEIR HOLD ONTO SUPERIORITY WAS SHAKEN WHEN AN ARROGANT FAMILY MEMBER CAUSED THEM TO BE EXPOSED.  RESULTING IN THE BLOODIEST WAR OF KIN HISTORY HAD EVER SEEN TO BE COMMENCED,  LEAVING TRISTAN AND THOSE WHO WERE ONLY LOYAL TO HIM AS THE REMAINING VICTORS.  

@antibleed          not stabbed,    more like cut with one  ..     —she threw it at my face in her attempt to flee,     which quite frankly,   hurt.     give me ten minutes,    and i’ll be back.      

@fangoire        you were stabbed by a bottle? .. you really are just vix with a dick   :/     —she’s near the garden    :)      go get her, tiger!

@antibleed        you’re mental,    you really are.     the last thing i need right now is to be stabbed with another broken bottle by her  ..     — where is she

@fangoire       new hour,     new me and new me says you’re not a cunt !    i would go, but i can’t. you’d be bored without me 

@antibleed         like i said,    go if you want.    i don’t care.     i don’t think you’re a cunt,   he says     ..  yet proceeds to call me one earlier

@fangoire           whaaaat?   pssh—i don’t think you’re a cunt you’re my most favorite person in the world    :)       but— you did offer .. so .   

@fangoire       [ in the heat of the moment, vixenne was silent.  she hardly made a sound, you’d think she wasn’t even there—until his sudden outburst made her flinch. and she reclined herself deeper into the shadows, with wide eyes and a trembling look.   perhaps it was a traumatic response; the way her fingers lightly traced the cold, porcelain skin over her neck .   despite it being very much healed, she can still feel the deep cut that rendered her death all those years ago and how in some form of way; it ruined her life—being the very reason why she became..  this.    slowly, her fingers curled into the palm of her hands— a light fist,  staring with the slightest hint of fear in her eyes at the now shattered glass.  she didn’t know if she should run and leave him to his own devices,  let him inflict his rage on everything around the room for all he cared—just as long as she wasn’t in there to fall victim to it.   but—he needed some one else with the slightest bit of sense,  either to comfort him or be angry with him,  or sit in silence while he ranted about all vittoria’s wrongs and their inevitable death merely knocking at their door.  so, vixenne takes her steps closer—though she keeps an obvious distance, searching for anything—even the slightest movement that would be a sign for her to run]     (i) care..     partially.         i don’t care what happens to you or her or your mother but..    the others— katherine, adan ..   harry..  and everyone else. i care when it comes to them 

@backbrace       one mistake,    right  ..     more like an intentional act that will end up with the rest of us dead because of her  stupidity.    i don’t care if her means were to protect me,   i  (don’t)  need saving,    i never have and i never will.    so now  (i)  have to fix this mess  ..     because that’s what i do,     and will i probably die trying?    yes!     but who cares,   right?      who cares about  ANY  of this shit!   we’re all better off dead,    aren’t we?      [  by now,    despair had replaced with sheer anger in his eyes,     his icy stare growing even more cold and full of hatred.     he needed to expel that anger,    but he would  (never)   take it out on her   ..     she didn’t deserve any of it,    nor would she stand a chance like vittoria did earlier.      without another thought in his mind,    the glass in his hand  was hummed at the wall,    glass shattering everywhere   as the remaining content of liquor sprayed onto the light cream wall,    leaving a dark splatter that dripped down to the floor,   ]     

@fangoire     she made one mistake.  [ granted her and vittoria weren’t exactly friends but she didn’t appreciate all the blame going on her—even if it was her actions that ratted them out. she rests her weight upon the closed door, somewhat shrouded in the darkness. nails digging into the white fabric of her undercoat ] you can’t be angry at her for trying to protect you ..    —in her own twisted way of course