“Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged.” You can call me Blaise. I'm here to avenge a life that was lost to the leeches that crawl around this hell hole. If you've got information for me, then by all means let me know. Just so we're clear, I'm not here to make friends. Acquaintances? Sure. Enemies? Hell fucking yes. But friends? I've learned the hard way that making ties to people will get you nowhere. Rest assured that I'm not the prey here. It's you leeches who should be scared of me.
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shrieking my name
yes
sleep yes
good yes
ok
replies tomorrow
night bbyz
xoxoxo
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Yeah? That'd be cool...not that I'm gonna get to wear 'em anywhere.
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She glanced up at him through bedroom eyes, watching his locks fall in his face. She moved up a shaky hand and brushed them away, then tangled her fingers in them again. She was surprised she was even that steady enough, because even her hold on him wasn't as strong as she wanted it to be. Despite that, however, there was a strange feeling of ease throughout the girl as she and Hunter moved in a steady rhythm. For once, there were no worries of staking vampires or getting revenge. Her mind was occupied with only good thoughts; thoughts of Hunter, and the way he was moving against her right now. She didn't focus on anything but how great he felt, how great it felt to be in his arms. When his moved against hers, she deepened the kiss, still finding herself wanting all of him, all at once. She moved her hips to the rhythm of his thrusts, eyes widening slightly as he grabbed her hand in his, making this more...intimate, than it already was. Different. But she didn't complain at all. She let her head fall back against the pillows, falling from his lips, nails raking down his chest as her hips moved against his.
A Turning Touch｜｜Blaise & Hunter
A few strands of his hair seemed to hang into his eyes a bit as he worked himself into her. But Hunter didn’t move to push them away. In fact, he hardly noticed at all. Hunter’s mind was foggy. Much more so than usual. At all times, it seemed as if Hunter had too many thoughts rushing through his head at once. He had his own ways of making them disappear. But no matter how much he tried, he was only fooling himself. It was only now that he could stand to ignore them. Blaise was what kept him preoccupied. His lips, though slightly swollen now, moved against hers in response. Though their bodies were tightly together, they somehow couldn’t seem to get close enough. His thrusts slowly became more deliberate, his speed increasing. He found her hand, entangling his fingers with hers against the covers as he thrust into her.
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I miss the fuck out of them. Only nice thing my 'rents ever got me, honestly.
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