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@devastatingdecisions 
                    * he looked up from his latin book with a brow raised for a moment as a kind almost warm smile came across his lips * oh just an old read actually very good if you know latin. 

get — get BACK ! 

@-bxtchcrxftisms 
                   : : ah so sorry that this is so late!!
               he shifted his weight between his feet, lips curled into a thin line as the silence of the museum started to settle. blue eyes that represented the bike before it was contaminated by them modern ages. he gave something of a smile to the goddess nodding his head, “ indeed it will never be the same. “ he remembered such olden days and how fast it seemed to go by. samir missed those ages as any old being but being in a museum filled with objects that were of his home made him comfortable to say the least.   “ please enjoy the rest of the museum. if you need me I will be in my office. “ he pointed to an office door with his name in black lettering starting to walk towards it. 

@-bxtchcrxftisms 
                     “ if only we could go back in time we creatures not made for these times. “ he spoke fixing his clothes for a moment. he looked formal, a white button up and black dress pants and shoes , a smile that spoke almost a thousand words as latin came from his lips easily before he as well came back to reality.  “ sad times indeed. “ 

@-bxtchcrxftisms 
                   a hum came from the back of his throat as he nodded causing dark hair to fall in front of his face. “ I remember it like it was yesterday. “ he mused closing his eyes for a moment remembering the hot sun, the pharaoh giving soft commands to him for whatever it is that he wanted at that time.  “ it really did in those days. it is sad watching it fall to dust these days. seeing such artifacts behind glass . “
          

@-bxtchcrxftisms 
                    he looked only twenty five eyes like the nile before minders ages destroyed its beauty . tanned skin glittering in the sun as he looked down at an artifact sensing the goddess entering. he set everything down making his way towards her with hands behind his back .  “ excuse me? “ he started voice filled with something old and forgotten.  “ is there something I can help you with? “ 

@mutantsphoenix 
                  a little bit I suppose , though I do not know what you entirely mean. 

//: Thank you for the follow, please feel welcome to drop interactions whenever you’d like! If you need more information on my characters, don’t be afraid to send a message! Sorry, meant to send this sooner 

: : samir , a vampire whose lived since the times of ancient egypt and possibly longer now living in the twenty first century as a twenty five year old egyptologist in a museum with an apartment with artifacts that probably should be in the museum, based off and rice’s ramses of the damned & queen of the damned ! comment below for something by the lovely boy ,