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@staindhands   :   |   * * when she spoke of the past he froze momentarily,  fists clenching in his pockets before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself.  upon opening them again he would start walking to keep a little distance behind her,  only pausing when she stopped.  and when he heard her response?  he would let out a soft laugh and shake his head.  ❝  yes,  like killing the person of your affection is so romantic.  you read to many modern things.  it was never like this before. you simply had the urge to make me bleed a little.  where did you go wrong in that pretty head of yours.  ❞  * * a roll of the eyes before he dragged his tongue over the points of his fangs * *
            
            ❝  anyways,  I suppose i am not much different though… when it comes to, say… affection. ❞  * * he mused with a small smirk and would bring one of his hands out of his pockets to comb it through his hair,  golden eyes catching the low light that reflected off the waters surface. * *  ❝  also,  when did this park in particular add a pond?  i cannot say I remember it being here last we visited. ❞

╱ @bludlovr *  “We were children once, yes. Together. Always together until ‘everything’. Everything you did. Everything you didn’t. But I’m really not trying to play the blame game. I’ve done some things as well, you know this my dear monster.”  She hummed softly and would clasp her hands behind her back, skipping a few steps ahead before spinning back around to check that he was following her, even when she knew he would follow her regardless if she asked or checked. But at his question she paused her pace and tilted her head to the side in a thoughtful expression. “I think maybe I fantasize about killing you a little too often. But you know better than to confuse my urge with malice don’t you? You know I only wish to do it out of the purest affection.”

@staindhands   :   |   * * brows furrowing at her words,  the corners of his lips would quirk upwards despite his attempt to feign or at least show some irritation to her nickname for him.  although he would be a liar if it did not stir a long ago fondness within him once more.  ❝  you call me that as if we are children once more.  that was before … everything.  ❞  he muttered and would stuff his hands into his pockets,  shifting his weight onto another leg rather than the other one previously.  * * 
            
            ❝  and what ever will you do with yourself when I am gone,  should you finally kill me.  or are you so enamored with the want to do so you don’t think ahead?  ❞  * * he inquired with a tone of genuine curiosity,  wanting to know her thoughts. because if he could invade her mind for the answer,  he would have already done such.  so unfortunately,  he relied upon her being in a good mood to answer this,  or rather a playful one would be all it took. * *