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               ’ who said i was                 c o n c e r n e d ? ‘ ; honestly , the race of men & their   haughty mindset was near unfathomable.   emerald  orbs roll in    disdain ,   slender   hands finding   &   resting   on    his hips .                 ’ i’m nothing of the sort .          merely making a point that you might                   need to bathe . ’

                                           ’ Your concern for my well                                            being is MUCH appreciated. ‘

But the blood was ( mostly ) not his ; the source of the life fluid was mainly from a quite unfortunate demon who just managed to stumble across the boy as he was patrolling.

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               ’ i was lost ,         in jefferson forest .                              something to quench my thirst——                   & a location ,      that’s all i require . ’

      ❝                  mmn.

                                        what manner of child are you? ❞                                                       ❝  and why should I aid you? ❞   

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           ' hate to disappoint ,      but i'm well past the                  regretful stage . '

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                  ' would you like to find out ? ' ; voice filled with venom & eyes   hold such an undeserving hatred   toward the stranger, his anger   like the world , soon to spin out   of control .

         ❝Do you even know how to use that?❞

           [ She knows the answer to her query.               If his stature is anything to go by,               he definitely knows what he’s doing. ]

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OUT OF BLOOD. wheezes. someone stop me from making a ponyboy curtis.

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   OUT OF BLOOD. like for a starter once i return ?

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; a simple visit into the mainland .   that's all it was meant to be , but   when were jobs like these ever simple ?   slender fingers , painted with a dark   ghost of red liquid , lay carelessly   by his side , it has reached the time   of night in which the ones who don't   particularly care come out to ( play ) .                ; at the sight of said stranger's                  a quick pace slows & a luminescent                  gaze surveys the crowd of  scum                  placed on the earth , to simply annoy                  & get in the way of people like himself                  & a voice broke through a web of dark                  thoughts & unspoken promises .                        ' hello yourself----             this must be my lucky day . '  

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               In a state of dipsomania he’s taken to the bottle  in design of loose change.  Rattling along to  the sound of his lips skimming the contours of slurred words, spilling the pith of his heart  on top the the cement flooring. A product which is coming to stand itself in wait for the taste of his fainted figure.

              His eyes move in jagged prints, laying commandment of your attention, while he sways against each side, as though his build were a tree trapped in a tempest.

" Why. Hello. Beautiful.”                    

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                         ' wholeheartedly .                the beauty here is transcendent '

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███▓▒░░ ❅ ———— 

                                                “I тrυѕт yoυ αre eɴjoyιɴɢ yoυrѕelғ——?”

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           ' musn't you offer aid   to a child in ( n e e d ) ?                   is it not proper courtesy ?  '

                        ❝                  tell me,                                 then,

                                                       what is the                                                       recommended                                               course of action? ❞    

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         ’ i don’t need help with anything .        ——-           especially not with this petty war                 bubbling , never can know who to trust . ’

❛ was there something you   needed      help      with? ❜

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             ’ perhaps . ‘ ; his lips purse in a manner suggesting   he is judging the worth of the stranger.   yet his mind is    far   from the present .                 ‘ unnecessary, but welcomed . ’

          ”Sorry for distracting, then.”

    and he should probably stop talking, though the stranger did offer a smile. he reciprocates the gesture, and doing so allows him to — ease up a little.

           ”That’s good for me, then. I suppose                                 I should thank you for your forgiveness.”

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↣ BASICALLY I LOVE YOU GUYS ↢

so recently i have hit 351 followers and I’m freaking the frick out, and kinda screeching about that fact. and wow — i kind of can’t believe that this is happening or well that this has happened. like???!! i’ve only had this blog a little over two months ( i think ) and i’ve just received such a fucking fantastic response from people. it’s enough to make me cry ( tho i am super manly and like earl from cloudy with a chance of meatballs. ) i’ve made so many friends here and i feel super happy to be here thank you so much, i am actually ( for once ) am happy to be somewhere. i feel like i belong and that I’m comfortable and just it’s such a welcoming fandom. thank you so much guys, i know i’ve said it already but seriously, thank you! this is just my way of giving back! so here we go.

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; he's only interested in the words of   destruction ,    his    eyes void    of emotion   gracing him with a statue-like   appearance   eyebrows arching in what could be labeled   as surprise ,   were he    capable   of such a   thing .                                                    ' f i n e . '                 ; his head dips to the side ever so slightly                   weighted by curiosity & confusion . ' are you not one of them ? '

   ” —- sure it is,      we’re massive consumers,      human beings are greedy creatures      & we will end up destroying the world      because of it. “ this kid was awfully strange, it made stiles somewhat uncomfortable — to be quite honest. though he’ll try not to show that. brows knit together as he watches the other stew — noting the boys clenched fists and hissed words……—- weird.                     ” you okay there buddy? “

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OUT OF BLOOD.    autoplay is now        « on »

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            ' i wouldn't entitle it bothering ,        more of distracting . ' ; maybe pretending there was yet a shred   of humanity   left    in the demon's veins   wouldn't    be  a     total loss . so , unruly   dark hair is pushed away from unusually   bright eyes & a slight smile    is   offered .                 ' what's done is done .      & all is forgiven . '

           ”Oh, all right. thanks.”

    the more or less curtness is not well received. he’s not used to others blatantly disrespecting him ( at least, not anymore, ) — but it’s quite obvious that this stranger is not willing to speak. and so, he offers a mild lie;

           ”Apologies for bothering you, then.”

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     OUT OF BLOOD. i fe E L u !! hiM & his STUpi d Ly D E ep v oIC e

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         ; a rare occasion it is when the influence  of            genocide finds himself in public . & always           it's    only when  extremely   necessary . so           forgive him if he  isn't    in the most radiant           of moods .  ' four-thirteen . '                                        ( exactly ) ; his words are short & sharp   meant to portray contempt &   isn't long before he is staring   at his hands once more .

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