lamortvoit

*   cb, maybe i’ll drop something 

lamortvoit

* working on her lore 
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dealtdeath

 ⠀⠀⠀ i’m sorry.. could you say that one more time?

lamortvoit

@dealtdeath   interesting. . . so hypothetically, i don’t have to get sent back to the land of the living if i don’t want to, right? dying every few years has gotten quite exhausting. 
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dealtdeath

 ⠀⠀⠀ they are a particularly sticky situation. if they are truly immortal, then nothing will kill them; they will never be mine. if only one or two things can do the job, then they will /eventually/ be mine. until that day, however, i cannot claim them. if they were cursed to never die, they won’t be mine until the curse is lifted or broken. it’s a complex situation, i’m afraid.
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lamortvoit

@dealtdeath     / supposed / to be . . . ? as in you can’t . . . get them back. 
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lamortvoit

/ im not really on here anymore but if you would still like to rp with me you can add my discord :3 but anyway, guys, cb if u want :33 

bloodshed

/    yes pls 
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lamortvoit

*  forgot to add on that my discord is georgerusseils :3 feel free to add me :33 
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lamortvoit

/ HI POOKIES IM BACK AGAIN :> 

lamortvoit

( @hyrded )             “absolutely not!” she turns her face and figure away from him. “i will scream if you tickle me!” her eyes don’t quite match the phrase, her eyes bright and teary eyed. her lips curve into a slight smile, “i swear! it isn’t funny! you know i hate being touched!”
            
            in between of bursts of laughter, she leans in just a little, “unless the whole point of this is you want to look at my face.”
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gyrded

⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ i’d almost rather hear you bickering than sit through this silent treatment.

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( @yongguks )    &.     her gaze flicks up towards him, her eyes narrowing and her lips forming a thin line. she’s held on longer than usual. “oh so / now / you want to hear what i have to say?” she asks dryly. 
            
                 her fingers tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “just because i’m talking to you now, doesn’t mean i’m talking to you again.” she says with less conviction. 
            
                 “at least not for another day.” she adds, her resolve caving, just a little. her hands balling up into fists and unclenching at her sides; judging by the look on her face, it’s obvious she’s not / entirely / over the encounter. 
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