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And for those wondering, yes, I'm finally back from my little vacation.
I accept you, demon.
I will not cover your mouth.
If it be man I love, apple laden and foul
or if it be woman I love, sick unto her blood
and its sugary gasses and tumbling branches.— Anne Sexton
It was another evening of lowlight and the lull of Suadela's seductive lure—of its cascading decadence and the liquor that made the atmosphere heady with disinhibition and lust. It was tangible, thick in the air and something that had become an almost necessary base note to the words that came as the vampire's only comfort after each night that he bent that hollow spine for a spotlight rather than a set of greedy hands. |