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* 𝒾𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 ᴸᴵᵀᵀᴸᴱ 𝓴𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 .ᐟ
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ᅠ 𝒾⠀ wanna⠀ taste⠀ the⠀ way⠀ you⠀ 𝖇leed,⠀ oh,⠀ you⠀ are⠀my⠀ 𝓀ill⠀the⠀𝖓ight!⠀ ─┉⠀ 𝓈weet⠀but⠀𝐩sycho. ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀
⠀ vampire⠀𝓈ired⠀by⠀𝓁eon⠀... شامل ہوئے Ağustos 2020
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* 𝒾𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 ᴸᴵᵀᵀᴸᴱ 𝓴𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 .ᐟ ری ٹویٹ کیا
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. . . 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝑎𝑠𝘩 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝔯𝔲𝔦𝔫,
𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾 ;
𝖺 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔢,
𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞.
ᅠᅠᅠ
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* 𝒾𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 ᴸᴵᵀᵀᴸᴱ 𝓴𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 .ᐟ ری ٹویٹ کیا
* 𝒾𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 ᴸᴵᵀᵀᴸᴱ 𝓴𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 .ᐟ ری ٹویٹ کیا
* 𝒾𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 ᴸᴵᵀᵀᴸᴱ 𝓴𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 .ᐟ ری ٹویٹ کیا
* 𝒾𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 ᴸᴵᵀᵀᴸᴱ 𝓴𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 .ᐟ ری ٹویٹ کیا
* 𝒾𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 ᴸᴵᵀᵀᴸᴱ 𝓴𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 .ᐟ ری ٹویٹ کیا
Head tipped back, she watches him. Always with love.
Exploring sounds nice. Yet, tongue raising to touch the point of a fang— it is evident why there may be reluctance.
Too soon.
She’s afraid she may make a mistake, even if no human should be near.
* 𝑙𝑒 𝕷𝐈͟𝐎𝐍 .@bloodxlion
She weighs practically nothing, and yet he makes an audible 𝑜𝑜𝑓 when she lands. “Pretty,” he agrees, laughter tinging his voice. He tips back her head by the chin, looking her over in the sunlight “Wouldn’t you prefer exploring—?”
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Moonlight is far better than the sun. She will not complain, however, even if the outside has her squinting her eyes. She is just happy to be out.
“Pretty—?” Head turning left, then right— she runs to him. Jumping on his lap, she immediately points at herself.
“Pretty.” Nod.
* 𝑙𝑒 𝕷𝐈͟𝐎𝐍 .@bloodxlion
He lifts a hand above his face, squinting through his fingers at the sky. He’s exhausted— and sunlight does not help. “Find me something pretty, hm?” he murmurs, relaxing against the maple’s trunk.
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* 𝒾𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 ᴸᴵᵀᵀᴸᴱ 𝓴𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 .ᐟ ری ٹویٹ کیا
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“ 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳; 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘹-𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘. ”
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Bare feet touch the ground and Marnie grins at the feeling of the grass against her feet. Focused forward, she listens; taught the concept of catching prey from their hunting lessons.
Yet, she turns around to face him— seeing him settle beneath a tree. Head tilt. “Watch?”
* 𝑙𝑒 𝕷𝐈͟𝐎𝐍 .@bloodxlion
It’s a rather long trek to the gardens, but he takes his time. Watching the little fledgling skip through the house just ahead of him. Once outside, he finds the nearest offer of shade and seats himself in the grass beneath a maple.
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Leaning into the touch. Quiet hum.
But it’s now gone— and she’s pouting. Naturally, for she would like physical touch all the time. Yet, easily perking up at the agreement.
Quick following— skipping with every step.
* 𝑙𝑒 𝕷𝐈͟𝐎𝐍 .@bloodxlion
Gazing down at her with a softened smile. Knuckles trace the curve of her jaw. He always has time for her. “Oui— for a little while,” he agrees, motioning toward the bedroom door.
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Innocent expression. Totally did nothing wrong.
“Non,” she agrees, humming as naturally, she leans into the touch.
“Out?” She questions now. She would like to go outside for a little, if he has time to join her. Maybe some collecting. Leave their new friend to sleep.
* 𝑙𝑒 𝕷𝐈͟𝐎𝐍 .@bloodxlion
He’s rolling his eyes— giving her a stern look when tiny fangs nip at his hand. “No, we won’t let her, will we?” he replies, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
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“Sprout,” she repeats with a grin.
Gaze moving down, she cannot help it— his hand is certainly being nipped. Only then, is she moving so he may gather her up.
Hum. Content with head kiss when she’s down. “Eat?” She questions, looking up. She’s concerned Nosferatu may eat it.
* 𝑙𝑒 𝕷𝐈͟𝐎𝐍 .@bloodxlion
“𝑺𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒕,” he slowly repeats. Nodding, when she pronounces the word clearly. Head offers a hand, gathering her up in his arms so he might set her on the ground. “Yes— he’s yours,” he laughs, kissing the top of her head.
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He’s… not wrong.
There’s a look being given back and forth between the two. Pout. Mostly because she cannot hear the chatter— but she seems to brighten by it.
“Sphr—“ Why is it a hard word to say? “Sp….rout—“ Stares at those beady little eyes. “Mine—?”
* 𝑙𝑒 𝕷𝐈͟𝐎𝐍 .@bloodxlion
He’s sure it won’t last. The vampire falls silent as he focuses on the little creature peering up at him. Its head tilts one way and then another. Blinking. Chittering. “He says his name is Sprout.”
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She wiggles her nose as he taps it. Very tempted to bite his finger— but being good. Somewhat.
“Speak—“ She seems to agree with a nod. There’s an excited wiggle. She very much wants to know the name.
* 𝑙𝑒 𝕷𝐈͟𝐎𝐍 .@bloodxlion
His hand lifts, and with the tip of his index finger, he gently taps her nose. “Shall I speak to him?” he asks, stepping closer the wardrobe and leaning down. Head tilting to one side as two little eyes gaze up at them.
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Oh— she didn’t think about that. Keeping her chin settled on his shoulder, she stares at the creature.
“Ask?” It’s more of a question than a statement. How do they ask it for its name?
* 𝑙𝑒 𝕷𝐈͟𝐎𝐍 .@bloodxlion
There’s a soft smile— a quiet hum as his head cants just enough to find the profile of her face. “Perhaps, it already has a name—?” It would be rude not to ask.
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It isn’t long until they’re in her bedroom. She wiggles impatiently in her spot as they approach the wardrobe.
Instantly when it is opened— it escapes from her hand and flies in. It settles upside down from the hanger pole. She drops her chin on his shoulder. Squints.
“Name?”
* 𝑙𝑒 𝕷𝐈͟𝐎𝐍 .@bloodxlion
“A wise decision,” the vampire agrees, standing to his feet. Book abandoned— though he did manage to mark the page before she interrupted— he moves from the study to her bedroom.
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There is a common theme with the animals she collects. Both seem to remind her of the midnight sky and... Well, they have fangs. Maybe she likes to collect little versions of herself.
Oh. She understands now. ''I put there.'' No movement. Apparently, he has to carry her there.
* 𝑙𝑒 𝕷𝐈͟𝐎𝐍 .@bloodxlion
What an absurd question Brows furrow. He’s trying not to laugh at how absolutely cliche the whole thing is. “I believe he would prefer to hang—“ tilting his head to one side, “—upside down, non?”
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Would he rather her fixation be on someone else—?
What sounds like an excited squeak comes out the fledgling. Once captured, she brings it close up to her face. Nuzzling it with her nose, she asks, ''Why?''
She goes into the wardrobe sometimes. But overall, the bed is comfier.
* 𝑙𝑒 𝕷𝐈͟𝐎𝐍 .@bloodxlion
She wants to bite everything. Mostly him. The creature, now somewhat at ease, blinks softly up at the pair. Leon lifts his hand, offering the little fledgling her newest companion. Nos will be 𝒔𝒐 pleased. “I think your wardrobe would suit it better.”
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A hum of approval leaves her. She likes the answer.
Squinting to watch, she cannot quite see the process. It is also hard not to get distracted by his calloused hands. She wants to bite them. In a good way.
Yet, she grins at the reveal. Magical.
''My room.'' Duh. ''Bed.''
* 𝑙𝑒 𝕷𝐈͟𝐎𝐍 .@bloodxlion
Leon smiles to himself. 𝐸𝑛𝑡𝘩𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑎𝑠𝑚. Partially focused on the use of magic, a drawn moment passes before he answers her. “And where will it 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝—?” he asks, lowering his hand to reveal the bat in much better health. Fixed.
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