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@fatalefang 
            
            Her expression did not shift—no flicker of irritation, no trace of restraint slipping. She met the vampire’s words with a steady, unblinking stare, posture rigid and composed as stone.
            
            “Then leave,” she said plainly, her voice flat, stripped of anything resembling interest. “You overestimate your presence.”
            
            Her hand lowered slightly at her side, not relaxed, but ready—every movement controlled, deliberate. There was no need to advance, no need to provoke. If the vampire wanted a fight, she would make the first mistake.
            
            “And if you don’t,” she added, tone unchanged, “you’ll find I’m far less concerned with your boredom than you are.”

@helsings      i’ll leave when i’m bored.   luckily for you,   you’re doing a wonderful job speeding that along.

@fatalefang 
            
            And what are your standards?

@FANGEDFXCK          if you and were the same,   you’d be much more dangerous.   but i suppose that while we share the same condition,   we don’t share standards.

@dearprey       you..  mangy hunters always look so proud when you notice things.   how stupid.

/  apologies for the late drop!!  had a bad case of writers block </3 

@dearprey        what,   you scared i’m going to bite you?

@monstraum       you do not want death,   you want relief——they are not the same.   you’re confusing exhaustion with desire,   mon cher

@fatalefang   no, i insist. i have many more scarves—to many. please.  [wolfram hardly waited for a response whether permission or not.  gloved hands are working; undoing the right faux (or so she hoped) fur of her scarf, cold air hitting the skin kept warm by her neck, fixing it around the stranger’s shoulders]   there

@santoire       that’s kind of you to offer,    but i couldn’t possibly take it from you.   i assure you that i am more than able to survive the cold.

@santoire      /   baddest heffa of the sangrathi i fear

[ julia studies the piece of art beside her,  hands in her coats’ pockets.  she soaks in the information provided from the other in one ear.  a beat of silence passes.  her head tilts to the side slightly,  then upright again. ]   hm.   ( .. )   she is beautiful.  

@eadimidium      this is dated in 1835,   in occitanie france.   young opera singer for her time,  painted nearly weeks before her death—   she is me.

@ivampsuckyerblood     mm,   a call would not suffice for what information i have to relay.    your son——is very much alive.    a shell,   maybe,    but alive nonetheless.    in case you weren’t already aware.

@fatalefang     i don't believe i should have to.  a call would have sufficed,  katherine.

@ivampsuckyerblood       perhaps invest in locks then——well,   more durable ones.