He’s an easy thing to snare. He always has been. Her hold working just as well as pretty words and petty— yet true, by his estimation— flattery: he falls prey to the sort of fanged tactics he leans into, and it’s only buffeted by the fact that beneath the pit of his own endless want lies that jagged, jarring insistence on flight.
On freedom, and fear, however lonely a sentence it is.
“I bet you say that to all the vampire spawn you meet.” He chides playfully, planting a cool kiss across her knuckles before leading them easily to the dance floor. Fluid. Poised. This is, without a doubt, his realm of expertise— and he thrives in it.
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On freedom, and fear, however lonely a sentence it is.
“I bet you say that to all the vampire spawn you meet.” He chides playfully, planting a cool kiss across her knuckles before leading them easily to the dance floor. Fluid. Poised. This is, without a doubt, his realm of expertise— and he thrives in it.