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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙀 1991 . . ⠀

touch-starved and eternally exhausted. what a lovely time to be undead.

of red illuminates his irises, unaware of its unnatural hue in the midst of her presence. her scent gradually alerted the burn at the back of his throat, but he refused to acknowledge it. he opted to stay silent despite the discomfort, offering a faint yet warm mannered grin.

sorta. it’s hard to describe, but he’s stuck in a sensory trance, more or less. forgive him, please—it’s been a while since he’s been near anyone with an actual heartbeat; heightened hearing latching onto the thud of her pulse as it lulls his restless mind. an undertone +

i’ll be getting to replies very soon btw! 🤍

꒷꒦꒷꒦ 𝔬𝔬𝔠 . thank you bunches to everyone who’s followed and interacted so far, i deeply appreciate it. i’ve been away from rp twt for quite a while and ngl i’m kinda rusty and naturally a bit on the slower side due to cognitive impairments, so i apologize in advance. +

fixated on the 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, or rather . . their scent.

lurking in the background, stiff, and horribly uncomfortable. venom pools in his mouth, unable to ignore the unholy thirst gnawing at the back of his throat. he’d give anything to make it go away.

⠀ original character crafted for the 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 verse, 𝙹𝙰𝙺𝙾𝙱 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝚁𝙴 * † 𓂃 . adult muse ﹠ writer, mdni. ⠀⠀

⠀ . . #horrorrp #ocrp ⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙀 1991 . . ⠀