— 𝑲.𝑷.

Curvy hips, red lips, and a dangerous pair of eyes. 𝐕 𝐀 𝐌 𝐏 𝐈 𝐑 𝐄 AU | MC | 21+ | MDNI Nadia does not exist in this world OC & Crossover friendly Descriptive | Experienced Seeking Interactions and Banter #RT

I once had a name. No soul left remembers it, not even me.

Darkness has a funny way of drawing us back to the familiar.

And spilled from my lips the elixir of spoilt youth.

I used to sharpen my claws, but nowadays my fingers bleed.

A great hollow divides the oceans.

Almost ran down the old road.

Home is a place I can never return to.

> of them... Or was it four? I remember only that they wore the heartiest of smiles, and held me with th most sincere gaze. Any ordinary place can come to feel like a home, given thr right company. But luxuries like that... Were never meant for people like us.

> I remember the people who sat inside the building — though, as with any other haze would have it, this one, too, barricades the past. I often question whether it's a habitual vice at this point — these half truths — but I fumble with piecing together their faces. The three >

There was an old institution. Was it London... or Edinburgh? I wrestle with that memory every so often. I never seem to recall its name, nor place the exact year it belongs to. But I do remember other things. The biting air against my cheeks. The sky, heavy with grey clouds, >

And the anthem goes on.

You /could use/ the notes. Well, you're already half way there. [I go off on my own tangent, ignoring what she is saying] You've got the face. The Salvatore brothers on either arm, tried and tested... [I taunt, and like a tiger I circle her. I know just the buttons to press.]

Run! Run, you foolish girl. Run so hard, so far, you become dust.

Come out, come out wherever you are...

Hello, darling. @RoguishCasanova

And out from the shadows I crawl.