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@rein3sorciere to escape your old life, ” adalia finished softly. “ you came because blood remembers where it was born. ”

@rein3sorciere “ my blood didn’t end with me, ” she murmured. “ it fractured. it scattered. and you— ” a slow, vicious smile. “ —you are what survived. ” she loosened her grip, just barely, as if granting mercy she didn’t owe. “ you didn’t come here

adalia didn’t raise her voice. she never needed to. blood magic listened whether you whispered or screamed. her grip tightened and the world answered immediately— heat blooming under her palm, a low, living thrum awakening in her veins. she

knowing exactly how little distance there is between intact and opened. ” her eyes lifted, dark with promise. “ you don’t get to wear innocence around me, ” adalia finished quietly. “ blood remembers. and i always listen. ”

careless slip, ” she murmured. “ every sigil you’ve buried, every intention you walked in here pretending you didn’t have. ” then, voice softer. crueler. “ but i won’t, ” she said. “ because i want you aware. i want you standing there,

blood dripping down chin to her neck. she’s made a mess.

almost tender, almost cruel. “ you won’t be satisfied. ” a pause. delicious. inevitable. “ you’ll only realize, ” adalia finishes softly, “ how much hungrier you’ve become. ”

flesh, reckless and intentional. “ if you want to bite me, ” she says, calm as confession, “ do it. ” her gaze never leaves his. “ but don’t mistake it for feeding. ” she leans in, lips near his ear, her voice dropping to something

his hunger sings now— ragged, unashamed— and adalia lets herself bask in it. centuries have taught her the sound of a creature on the brink, the way starvation strips away philosophy and leaves only instinct shining and raw. she watches it