being in the crmetary of a place that isn’t whree you’re from… i don’t belong here. i respect the dead and they dont feel malicious, or at all. but also i want Out. please why are we here.
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status: closed ( @jordanmitchell )
location: a cemetery in gastown around midnight
“Flanders,” Jasper reads off a headstone, and a second later he starts laughing with his head tilted back. Some liquid splashes out of the wine bottle he’s holding. “Nooooo, why is that so funny? I want my headstone to just say ‘Jas,’ just like this, no dates, no quote. Just the name.” He takes another swig and hands the bottle over to Jordan. “Have you ever had sex in a cemetery?”
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Open to ships or mutuals
“And if you were with me tonight, I’d sing to you just one more time. A song for a heart so big, God couldn’t let it live.” Daisy sighed, laying the little bouquet of pansies, snowdrops, and sweet peas on the base of the grave. “Happy birthday, Auntie Beth. I miss you.”
Pressing a kiss to the cold rock, the girl straightened and smiled up at her companion. “Thanks for coming with me. I never feel right if I miss her birthday.”
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Griselda Oreolo - a vampire origin story in 5 parts (I-II-III-IV-V)
a Venetian Aristocrat vampire for @thebramblewood
Transcript
unknown woman: [quiet sobbing]
unknown woman: Riposa in pace, Giovanni. (Rest in peace, Giovanni)
Griselda: As I left the crypt, the sweetest scent I had ever smelled drifted over to me and I couldn't help but follow it.
Strangely, I felt an ache deep inside me, something akin to hunger yet so much worse.
unknown woman: [shocked gasp]
Griselda: When I found the source of the heavenly scent, that clouded my thoughts, I stared at it in a daze. It was a woman, who smelled so delicious I wanted to sink my teeth into her neck.
For a split second, I realised what horrendous thoughts I was having, but then the monster inside me took over and only one thought echoed in my mind: I needed to feed.
[to be continued]
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