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ไWhen will I find the light in ∂αÿ? I'm tired of tossing and τυяиιиģ.ไ
ไWhen will I find the ρεяƒε¢τ words to say? I'm tired of вυяиιиģ papersไ
Vincent leaned against he sign post silently. He had spent most of the year planning it out. He knew he wouldn't be able to sway his fiance back to his side, and Michelle had taken the last step away from him. She would never come back now, and Olyvia wouldn't leave her sister's side. No his only choice was the little one. His daughter. He needed his family, and if he couldn't have Vicky, Michelle, or Olyvia, then he would have his last daughter. She was to young, she would never remember any stories she was told of him. He would have her back.
He had spent the last month on the look out. Vicky never left the house alone, but she would need too... sooner or later. That was when he would strike. He had learned the child's name. Melody. Such a beautiful name. She would fit wonderfully into his life.
His chance had finally come. There was sweet little Victoria, and her their beautiful daughter. He smirked, pulling his wand from his pocket. It was the perfect chance. If he had known... he might have thought otherwise, but he didn't know, and so he darted into this battle blind
"Hand over our sweet little daughter Vicky!" He could see the look of horror cross his fiance's face and he just smirked. Oh she would pay for running away from him. The way her arms tightened around their one year old, just proved to infuriate him even more. How dare she try and keep his daughter away from him?!? He growled as she started to back away and grabbed the child from her arms. "My sweet little Melody." He cooed softly.
Before he knew it though, everything was backwards. He felt a shock of a spell hit him and then the child was gone and he spun around to find cold silver drilling into him. Oh if only he had known.... Those eyes haunted his every moment. Whether he was awake or asleep, dreaming or screaming, those eyes were in his every thought. He knew them so well. They had pierced right through him when he was a teenager. They had glared at him when he made mistakes, screamed at him when he left his family and younger brother, and cried for him when he burst through those chapel doors.
Over and over he had told himself that Michelle was not her mother's daughter. That no matter what she looked like, she was exactly like her father, but oh how he lied to himself every night. Those eyes.... they told every truth he couldn't bear to see. It killed him inside. Michelle looked at him the same way she had done. So alike. He had spent many years wondering why his beloved best friend had been in Ravenclaw and not Slytherin. Now he knew why. He didn't need her there to tell him why. It was all right in the dreaded silver. She had been smart, she was smart, and both could have ended up either place. The mother had only pleaded and begged until she got what she want, the daughter had lost that ideal long ago. The daughter... that was his fault.
He had messed up his best friend's daughter.... and those eyes haunted him
"Did you miss me?" She asked in a low hiss. It burnt his ears with the memories of the tender voice that had cooed his fears from him. Before he could answer the snake, a firm hand slammed into his face, and his eyes were drawn to the little thing that thought she could defy him.
"Crucio!" The spell was rolling off his tongue before he knew what he was doing. He couldn't help the laughter that rang out from his voice as she fell to the ground screaming though. Oh she deserved it so much. She deserved it for taking his daughter away. She deserved it for taking the serpent's side. She deserved it for not being her! His maniacal laughter was all that he could hear, that and her screaming.
He should have known it, he should have been aware. Golden fire whipped out and his wand snapped in half. The little snake girl hadn't left. So much like her mother that it hurt him. It burnt him like a slow working poison. All those years and she had never once loved him. All those years and she had chosen Michael? All those years and the hidden snake finally bit in the form of a daughter. "You shouldn't have done that sweetling."
He had completely lost it. He was sure. He had no wand... but he had a back up. The knife was in his hand and then in the crying woman's chest before he could blink. Bloody fingers curled around a foreign wand and the spell spewed from his lips once again. He wouldn't aim at the snake. She'd be able to resist. Oh no, his wand was pointed at the delicate little song bird. Oh how the child screamed. Good! The little brat deserved it too. The b***h should never have been born. Should never have existed. He deserved to have only one person's child and the snake in front of him had killed that person. His beloved poison, his very own living hell killed by a baby just like the one that screeched now.
He knew it was coming. He saw the spell mouthed out and felt the flames hit him as he spun on the spot. He knew he'd never escape. The silver would haunt him and so would the girl. He knew it.... and he didn't care. He'd never escape his poison anyways.
With a crack he was gone from the spot. One dead, one pissed, and one child that he would come back for. His daughter would be his; if he could have none other, he would have his sweet little song bird, Melody.
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 8:52 pm
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ஐ Pureblood ஐ Sixth Year ஐ Single ஐ
ஐShow me how to lie. You’re getting better all the timeஐ
ஐAnd as you step back into line. A mob jumps to their feetஐ
ஐNow dance, dance Man, he never had a chanceஐ
Michelle was breathing heavily, cradling the small child to her chest gently. The crazed look in Vincent's eyes would have shaken any normal human being... unfortunately she wasn't normal. He was gone... but she would find him. He would never be safe with her still alive... but Melody wouldn't be safe with the Blythe's until he was dead.
Silver eyes looked down at the toddler quietly for a long few moments. The Blythe's would kill her, but she had to do it. It was the only way to keep the poor thing alive. She sighed and quickly bent down to retrieve the broken wand pieces. The pear wood was soft and supple beneathe her thin fingers.
How many times had he cursed her with that wand? How many times had he knocked her back, burnt her, shoved her, kicked her, beaten her? How many times had she continued to come back? The wand that had been her curse for so many years was finally snapped. At one end the peacock feather core stuck out in bland distasteful browns. Nothing held the wand together anymore. She sighed and cradled the baby to her chest.
"My poor sweet Melody.... I see it now.... A sad song at best....." Gentle lips pressed against the child's forehead before she used her own wand to send up sparks. She was sure Jonathan or someone else would come at the sight of the sparks. They would find Victoria's bloody and dead body. Michelle, and Melody, would be long gone by then.
With that, she stuck out her hand and the knight bus appeared within seconds. She knew where she was going. She knew where Melody would be best. It was the only way....
A snake, and a song bird. It was a strange duet the 2 sang, but it was one the silver eyes serpant was sure would be a long one. She had her father's eyes.... and the curse of poison as well.
ஐWith a thousand lies, and a good disguiseஐ
ஐHit ‘em right between the eyesஐ
ஐWhen you walk away, nothing more to sayஐ
ஐSee the lightning in your eyes. See ‘em running for their livesஐ
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 3:53 pm
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 Jonathan is...spacespacespacespaceCURRENTLY // Looking Rushed in an Alleyspace
CURRENTLY // loving my wife, Natashaspaces
CURRENTLY WITH // No onespacesp
CURRENTLY FEELING // Outragedspacespa
CURRENTLY THINKING // 'If I ever find that man... I'll kill him with my bare hands!' spacespac
'She's a fighter when she's mad;
She's a lover when she's loving.'═════════════════════════════════
Jonathan had been in his garden at home when the sparks had gone up. A universal call for help, his eyes had narrowed and he'd gone to his kitchen, cleaned his hands, and ran to the location they shone over. What he found there sickened him. Victoria's body, bathed in blood, her expression stricken and still. Lifeless eyes staring up. Still, he fell to his knees, a cry on his lips, and took her in his arms, his hand searched desperately for a pulse, for a heartbeat, a breath. Any sign of life. But there was none; her body was cool, not quite the icy cold that it would be soon, but cold enough that he knew. He held her to him, a woman who had, in the past year, become part of his family. A sister, or another daughter. His to care for, to protect. And he'd failed. He should have known better than to let her go anywhere alone. But he'd thought, surely one walk wouldn't hurt. She'd seemed so determined to have some time alone with her baby... He'd made her promise to stay close, thinking that would be enough... but it hadn't been, clearly.
He froze. Where was the baby? Where was Melody? He stood, lifting her body in his arms, searching wildly, his stomach twisting in fear. What if that monster had the baby? That sweet little girl... she was his responsibility now, he knew. He'd signed the papers months ago, promising that should anything happen to Victoria, he and Natasha would raise Melody like their own. But he couldn't, couldn't take her home, couldn't calm her, hold her and soothe her, because she wasn't here! His teeth ground, and he let out an intelligible scream, a sound of raw pain, ripped from his heart. These people were his family, and he'd failed them. Vincent had his little Melody, had taken Victoria from them... how would he tell Natasha? The girls? They'd all grown so close... except perhaps Michelle, but it was always hard to tell with her. She kept herself closed off, at a distance, but if you looked at just the right moment, you could see it there in her eyes. That love, that concern... he'd seen it, many times, over the past year.
His back straightened. Michelle. She'd disappeared from the house shortly after Victoria had... he'd assumed she'd tucked herself away in a corner somewhere, to get some time alone, but what if... That must be it. He realized that she must have been the one to send up the sparks; Vincent certainly wouldn't have. She was protective, always, and she was determined to save her family from him, to take all his wrath so they didn't have to. What if she'd followed after him? The silver-haired girl was nowhere to be found.
He stood there, still holding Victoria to him, the weight not even registering in the face of his anger and fear. He wondered... hoped, that Michelle had followed Vincent. Adalaide had told him much about her friend and what she was capable of. It might horrify some, but to a man like Jonathan, who would do anything to protect his loved ones, it was admirable. She was protective; she let nothing stand in her way. Honestly, if she'd followed after Vincent... he might feel a little sorry for the man, if he weren't a murdering psychopath that had brought it all on himself. He slowed his breathing, trying to calm himself, but it was hard. As much as he prayed Michelle was after Vincent, or that she'd at least saved little Melody from him and taken the baby somewhere safe, he couldn't help but fear that he'd later find both the girls dead, too.
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'She's everything to me.'
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 4:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 3:31 pm
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There was a time when I was alone
Nowhere to go and no place to call home
My only friend was the man in the moon
And even sometimes he would go away, too 
αɢє 14 | αʠʌɇиτυɹɇя | sℓчтнєяιи ғσυятн чєαя
☆º°”˜`”°º☆ ★º°”˜`”°º★
ﻬஐ Caty stepped off the knight bus with a huff still shaking with rage from this morning's confrontation. Her da had heard about her little mood swings while at school and had thought she might benefit from seeing Rhys' mind healer. She had kept telling him that she was fine and didn't need it but for once he was adamant with her and apparated her first thing this morning for an evaluation. The stupidest thing he did though (and she disliked using that adjective in regards to her dad but she had to admit he hadn't been thinking clearly) was that he left her alone in the office while the mind healer finished up with another patient. Once he was gone the teen girl had run out the office and into a remote area so that she could summon the Knight Bus and promptly asked to be taken back to Ottery St. Catchpole. When she arrived back though she didn't start heading for home. If she did so she was sure her aunt or cousin or god forbid her da would be there waiting there for her and would make her go back and sit with her this time. She was in no mood to have some shrink go around in her brain and treat her like she was crazy. She wasn't crazy! Far from it! She humphed to herself as she started walking which probably wasn't the best thing to do to prove to herself she wasn't in fact crazy.
Only when she started walking Caty realized she had no idea what she wanted to do or really where she was going. She had been living at her aunts for the past four years or so but she had never really hung around the town or village to really figure out where everything was. The teen sighed and rubbed a hand over her bare arm after feeling a windchill now wishing she had worn a cardigan or sweater along with her shirt but was at least happy she had worn thicker tights than she usually did during the summer. Looking around at the people and shops she could see she was in the muggle side of the community and while usually she'd be more excited about a day trip there she remembered she hadn't exactly packed for a day of muggle amusement. Or really packed much of anything that morning. When her da had told her about the appointment sure she planned to run off and had brought her tiny bag of coins, a few books, some candy and whatnot but she hadn't planned for this. She wasn't even sure if she had muggle money on her! And the rumble in her stomach reminded her that she hadn't eaten at breakfast and while she was sure the candy would be delicious it wouldn't really curb the hunger she had.
Ugh, well this sucked.
"Caty?"
Well hello non-suckville.
"Finn! What are you doing down here?!" Caty went running to the teen boy nearly knocking him away from his bike and off his feet. He just chuckled and awkwardly pat the tiny teen on her head before straightening himself up. "Well I was supposed to be spending the day with a friend of mine but he got into a spot of trouble at home and didn't think to text me this until I was already down here. I was about to head back home when I saw you looking a bit lost. You here by yourself?" he asked worriedly which made the brunette girl grin secretly to herself. Caty had met the older teen boy last summer when she had been running an errand with her da and well, she had eyes. He was cute, tall, a bit snarky, and he didn't mind when she rambled about Peter Pan. He was practically perfect! Not that she told him as such or even told him her feelings, new as they were. Still, it didn't stop her heart from fluttering in her rib cage at his protectiveness nor stop her eyes from roaming over how much he had grown in her absence. Goodness either he was getting really tall or she had just stopped growing. Honestly it was probably a bit of both.
"No actually, I uh...I just decided to go about the town for the day. I don't really have anything planned though and I really don't want to go home just yet." she told him with a sheepish grin trying not to convey her true aspirations. Luckily Finn bought it and just hummed as he took in their surroundings. "Well if you're not busy would you like to join me for a movie? They're doing a summer series at the theater where they show oldies at half price. I mean, you don't have to but I meant since you didn't want to go home and all-" "That sounds fabulous! I just don't really have the money for it." Caty found his ramblings adorable but felt bad that she couldn't contribute to the dat-outing! Then he had to smile at her and make her feel like mush and goo and everything else that was soft and easily melted. "That's no problem, it'll be my treat. Really, don't worry about it." Finn offered an arm to her as she steadied his bike in the other and it took everything within the Slytherin girl not to swoon as she looped her arm through his as they went about their date. Outing! ஐﻬ
I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we're bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
"Run, run, lost boy, " they say to me,
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2018 5:10 am
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( Half-Vampire ￭ Durmstrang Alumnus ￭ Astronomer & Future Professor ) ↫xx
𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕: 𝑳𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒆
𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆
𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔
𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏: 𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆
𝑶𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓
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Wolfgang had recently arrived to the UK since Spring, to give himself the time to unload his things in this nice simple house in Ireland. His cousin Lorenz would take the time to visit for a helping hand, too, especially when Lorenz's job included visiting dragon sanctuaries as a Dragon Keeper. Britain... wasn't too bad, but it's warmer than his hometown in Hesse. At least in Spring. Summer is pretty much the same, in his opinion, but it still didn't change his opinion about how it would still give him sunburn. Lorenz had told him to visit St. Ottery Catchpole though. "It has a nice home-y vibe," he'd say. Which was honestly true, even in the muggle part of town. Though, of course, he really appreciated the muggle side more- mainly because it reminds him of home. Wolfgang grew up around both in magic and muggle cultures, so he was thinking that he couldn't live without the other.
He was wearing an outfit to keep with the warm weather as well as cover enough skin because his half-vampire heritage was a real pain in the a**. Not at it was enough or anything, though he felt that if he brought an umbrella Wolfgang would feel like he would be too obvious about it. So he wanted to stay like this to suffer like a real man. The problem was that he didn't know how long was he out of the sun at three in the afternoon, but Wolfgang thought that he really need to get a shade for a cool off. Ugh. He instinctively decided to walk faster with a stressed scowl on his face, walking past some woman he barely glanced at, the German hoped that there was a fruit shake bar somewhere. Even if he felt like UK never sells fruit shake and more on tea, but Wolfgang was sure he was wrong on that.
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𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓, 𝒐𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓
𝑰'𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆: 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒔
𝑰'𝒎 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒙𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅
𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈
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wнeɴ - Summer 2042 ↫xx
wнere - St. Ottery Catchpole ↫xxxx
wιтн - Himself ↫xxxxxx
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2018 9:36 am
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Yvonne Quimby
Beauxbatons Alumna - Twenty Seven - Pureblood - Foreign Affairs
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“You’ll see me again soon, don’t worry – byeee!” Yvonne called out as she gave David, a four year old boy, hugged her goodbye before running off once he had gotten distracted by their dog. Yvonne looked back up at Emilia. “I like kids, but I don’t know how to deal with so much energy all the time.” That was sort of a lie, but white lies never hurt anybody. To be fair, Yvonne did like kids – the less annoying ones – and she would love her own one day. But, she found other people’s children unbearable at times, especially if they were whiny and never wanted to be alone such as David. She didn’t understand why he couldn’t just let his mum enjoy her time with a friend and leave them the ******** alone.
“You get used to it,” Emilia answered with a smirk. “We should do brunch soon.”
“Yeah, maybe just us two next time,” Yvonne answered and quickly laughed to play it off as more of a joke than it really was. Regardless, she probably came off as a b***h. Oh well, that was just something her friends would have to get used to, she figured. Besides, it wasn’t like Em couldn’t leave her son with her husband or mother. After hugging goodbye, Yves turned and headed down the trail. If she was going to apparate home, she needed to get away from the muggle neighbourhood. Unsurprisingly, quite a few muggles were out and about, playing games or enjoying their barbeques. A nice Sunday afternoon doesn’t come around quite as often as most people would like, even in the summertime.
As Yvonne walked along, less and less people were around. Except for this one guy walking at about the same pace behind her. The Frenchwoman looked back briefly and noticed that he looked rather uncomfortable in the sun. As well, he wasn’t exactly dressed appropriately for the weather. Nonetheless, Yvonne kept walking. As more houses and muggles disappeared, she would’ve imagined that the man behind her had disappeared as well. However, when she looked back again, he was even closer than he had previously been, and she noticed how pale his face was. She knew what he was, and the cherry on top was that he had been stalking her. At this point, the two were completely alone. Yves, panicked as any woman might be, turned around and stopped dead in her tracks, fumbling around in her bag. “Stop right there or I will pepper spray your pale a**!”
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
I wanna get lost in translation with you ♪ ❤
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2018 9:59 pm
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( Half-Vampire ￭ Durmstrang Alumnus ￭ Astronomer & Future Professor ) ↫xx
𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕: 𝑳𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒆
𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆
𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔
𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏: 𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆
𝑶𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓
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Wolfgang suddenly stopped and turned around to see the woman he never paid attention to, completely perplexed. God good, he didn't have time for this! He then looked up to the sky squinting, as if asking Saint Monica of Hippo to grant him patience and understanding. And he's not even Catholic. "Yeah. I'm white, German, and delicately pale. Thanks for noticing," Wolfgang dryly responded with a tired look, then he remembered how the lady threatened to pepper-spray him for no reason at all. His face went from tired back to being completely perplexed, "Warte kur- you don't have to pepper spray someone as a threat to get their attention! What's wrong with you?!" This woman was crazy, he wasn't even doing anything. Nor did he saw anything attractive to her. Jesus Christ.
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𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓, 𝒐𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓
𝑰'𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆: 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒔
𝑰'𝒎 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒙𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅
𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈
xxxoυт oғ cнαrαcтerxxx((ooc))▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
wнeɴ - Summer 2042 ↫xx
wнere - St. Ottery Catchpole ↫xxxx
wιтн - Himself ↫xxxxxx
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2018 10:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2018 8:02 am
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( Half-Vampire ￭ Durmstrang Alumnus ￭ Astronomer & Future Professor ) ↫xx
𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕: 𝑳𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒆
𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆
𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔
𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏: 𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆
𝑶𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓
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Wolfgang's confused and tired look disappeared from his face, instead replaced by offended anger as he glared at the woman. He never said this to anyone, but hearing this was like an intense stab on the gut, and he knew first-hand what it felt like to be stabbed. This was exactly why he never told anyone about how he's part-vampire, and thus convinced that any half-vampire who had the nerve to reveal themselves were idiots asking for a death wish. He gritted his teeth first with a tight lip, and sighed shakily. He's obviously trying to control his anger. "Vampires are heliophobic, everybody knows that," Wolfgang replied slowly, as if trying his best not to shout at her. "Geez, I'm not a goddamn creeper- I'm a demi! And next time, do some research before pulling out pepper spray. Some vampire slayer is probably somewhere in the universe crying right now for that lack of citation." He was tempted to say "Buffy" but he felt like if he spouted a name of a character from a show he hadn't gotten to watch, then it's was probably going to be pointless.
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𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓, 𝒐𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓
𝑰'𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆: 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒔
𝑰'𝒎 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒙𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅
𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈
xxxoυт oғ cнαrαcтerxxx((ooc))▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
wнeɴ - Summer 2042 ↫xx
wнere - St. Ottery Catchpole ↫xxxx
wιтн - Himself ↫xxxxxx
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2018 11:24 pm
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Yvonne Quimby
Beauxbatons Alumna - Twenty Seven - Pureblood - Foreign Affairs
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Yvonne frowned, not yet pulling out her wand. The Frenchwoman had never heard the term ‘heliophobic’ before. However, she sure as hell knew what ‘demi’ meant – at least in French – and was therefore convinced that the vampire was trying to convince her that he wasn’t a real vampire due to being only half vampire. Half monsters were still considered monsters in her books. “You’re lucky I’m not a slayer,” Yves said quickly, her body moving into a more defensive pose in case she needed to pull out her wand and cast a spell at any moment. “But, please! Don’t follow me,” she pleaded, taking one step back. The faster she could get away from him, the better.
If the man wasn’t a vampire, but a muggle or wizard who had been following her, Yvonne wouldn’t have been so scared. Sure, wizards could use magic and still do as much harm or even more than a vampire could, but there was something about these bloodsuckers that freaked her out. The sad part was that once upon a time, Yvonne really found vampires intriguing and interesting. Until Clement happened and replaced their appeal with fear. In fact, her ex vampire boyfriend was one reason she even wanted to move and in a sense, start her life all over.
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
I wanna get lost in translation with you ♪ ❤
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2018 3:02 am
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( Half-Vampire ￭ Durmstrang Alumnus ￭ Astronomer & Future Professor ) ↫xx
𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕: 𝑳𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒆
𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆
𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔
𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏: 𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆
𝑶𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓
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Wolfgang wasn't sure if the woman understood what he meant by demi. He actually meant his sexuality: demisexual. He didn't mean to sound like he was bragging about his vague lack of sexuality but he hated a situation where he had to say that he was demi in a nigh rare situation of people thinking he's a stalking creep. "Looks like I have to clarify that I have a vague lack of sexuality," He said in irritation, "And did you just assume that by 'demi' I mean 'half-vampire'? And that you still think that I should be lucky that a slayer isn't here to come for my head??"
Having no fear, Wolfgang took walked up to her and pointed his finger at the lady. He had enough of her racist a** demonizing even half-vampires of all ******** people. He suspected that she mistook his "demi" for "demi-vampire", as he was usually good at picking up stuff, which offended him more than anything. "Listen here, you pretentious b***h," Wolfgang hissed with a glare, then began his rant with tranquil fury, "So bold of you to assume that I asked to be born as a half-vampire. Like no, obviously ********' not. I was only born into this world because my parents are horny one time and the condom broke. All I did was just sightseeing, and apparently I deserve to be assaulted by the likes of you for existing! If that's how you think about half-vampires, who don't even drink blood to live, you're no ******** different from those people who s**t on goblins and the halves for no reason." He made a deep exhale as he glared down the lady, he wanted to let her know how it personally hurt him. "Anything else to say? Do I have to apologize for being born? Because you look like you want me to do that."
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𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓, 𝒐𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓
𝑰'𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆: 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒔
𝑰'𝒎 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒙𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅
𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈
xxxoυт oғ cнαrαcтerxxx(( im very very sorry kiska... i really am ))▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
wнeɴ - Summer 2042 ↫xx
wнere - St. Ottery Catchpole ↫xxxx
wιтн - Himself ↫xxxxxx
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2018 10:04 am
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Yvonne Quimby
Beauxbatons Alumna - Twenty Seven - Pureblood - Foreign Affairs
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Yvonne didn’t care about the man’s ‘vague lack of sexuality’. There were a million different reasons why someone could be stalking her, such as wanting to hurt or kill her. They didn’t have to be sexually attracted to her to do that. “That is what ‘demi’ means,” she said matter-of-factly. For someone who acts like he knows everything, he didn’t know that a Frenchwoman would understand the word ‘demi’ as the French meaning. Yves shrugged in response to his question about the slayer. To be fair, if she was a vampire slayer, she would have no issue ending him on the spot. Especially after what came next.
Yvonne ripped out her wand from her bag and pointed it at the man when he had moved much closer – and in a very small amount of time. “Don’t you dare,” she warned just after he had called her a b***h. Being called a b***h wasn’t the problem here – that, she was used to. Feeling threatened, on the other hand, she was not used to and would use her wand if he came even a millimetre closer. Horror and disgust struck Yvonne’s face as the man discussed his parents’ horniness to her. “Me assaulting you?!” she asked in disbelief. “You were the one following me!” she yelled much louder than she had intended. At this point, Yvonne was too angry to back down. She would have apparated, but she’d much rather have this half-vampire just try to attack her. She was ready and aware that there wouldn’t be any harsh consequences for her if she’d use magic in defense.
((OOC: Don't apologize. This is the most entertaining scene I've rp'd in a while!))
I wanna get lost in translation with you ♪ ❤
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2018 8:03 am
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( Half-Vampire ￭ Durmstrang Alumnus ￭ Astronomer & Future Professor ) ↫xx
𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕: 𝑳𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒆
𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆
𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔
𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏: 𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆
𝑶𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓
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When the lady pulled out her wand, it took a kilogram of willpower for Wolfgang to not reach for his own wand. He crossed his arms instead, even if the woman could see that his wand as sticking out on his jean pocket, "Do that and you're gonna risk exposing the Statute." He also meant, "I don't like fighting and will stand by that". Wolfgang only dueled when he liked to, and the only people he'd be willing to spar against was his cousins.
Clearly, the woman wasn't listening to his rant. That or she didn't care and that all it mattered that if he's a vampire halfbreed, nothing will change her opinion that he's a threat. God, she was much worse than his long-gone family issue. "Yep, you heard me," he said, his folded arms still not moving, "I have a receipt and a voucher, if you want to take this to the goddamn court. Like, let's take a recall. Hmm.... What was I doing? Sightseeing, because my cousin- who I grew up with since childhood and with a mindset more open than your racist a**- suggested that hey, since I just recently moved in the British Isles maybe I should take a look on some neat places. And hey, all I did was just walk past you- an une conasse who I actually didn't pay attention to at all- and look, all I wanted is to get some goddamn cappuccino and a hopefully an AC. All the sudden, you just straight-up shouted at me and threatened to pepper spray me!" He angrily told her, visibly shaking from controlling his composure because he was so ready to scream at her and storm off. "So yes, that's assault for you. And it's unfair. But hey, it's not like you're actually listening, so maybe I should apologize for being born, I guess. Now leave me alone and go curse me at the back while you're at it." He turned his back, sighing tiredly, and decided that he didn't want to argue anymore. Not that he was ashamed of being part-vampire; he accepted it long ago. What Wolfgang was trying to point out to her that what she was doing was just unfair, even if he was vaguely holding up a little bit of hope that maybe that'll give her an epiphany.
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𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓, 𝒐𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓
𝑰'𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆: 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒔
𝑰'𝒎 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒙𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅
𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈
xxxoυт oғ cнαrαcтerxxx(( ooc ))▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
wнeɴ - Summer 2042 ↫xx
wнere - St. Ottery Catchpole ↫xxxx
wιтн - Himself ↫xxxxxx
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