𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗮.
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i don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth.

in every town she stepped into , she shone just enough to be remembered , never enough to be held . confidence came easily to her , adaptation even more , though beneath it all lingered something far more deliberate ——— she was⠀⠀↷

"mostly, yeah." he muttered, clearing his throat as he ran a hand through his hair. he focused on the woman, taking in her pose and her demeanor. his head tilted slightly. "you don't seem scared." he commented, just speaking as he saw. a quiet hum coming from him. +

a slow, deep, innecesary inhale was produced from her part at the other's question. questions about her maker were never easy to answer. “ it was... complicated. i didn't know her much as my maker. she was my friend first, my only friend really, when i was human. >

it was interesting to see a new sight before him. usually, he is introduced to the same batch of women every night. maybe his mother put her up to this to try and trick him. though, he wanted to cast those thoughts aside. at least for now. he hummed softly at her words, his —;
















