Victim

[lelio_immortal]

Blood...five redolent letters playing across my lips and tongue. A faint flush of scarlet...a veil that gently pumps what you hold dear into me. I can choose to make it an act of love...a prayer or song of offering, a gentle climax of unclaimed want; or I can rip it from you with a force that leaves us both blind with lust. The choice is mine to

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[him_lover_yt]

The choice is mine to make...you have no voice in the sweet hell that throbs in my veins...

Hng.

[lelio_immortal]

*Smiles* Cat got your tongue?

[adam_adonai]

My collar is pristine, I assure you, sir.

[lelio_immortal]

I have no doubt of that, mon ami...

[moondust_69]

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[lelio_immortal]

*Chuckles* Are you speechless?

[moondust_69]

Yeah, you certainly have the ability to render one that way or that there are various possibile reactions to your words, but not being sure, which one you'd actually reply with... ;)

[kruk]

Choice may be yours..or so you think. You'll take away my life, I will take away your peace when I come back as a ghoul, slowly yet inevitably driving you insane.

One of those ghouls that can't be sent back to "light". Anger and Vengeance are powerful devices, they can grow a new monster...

I am not very romantic, am I?

[lelio_immortal]

Choice is always a game of smoke and mirrors, non?

And I find that there is an element of romance in violence, chere...at least in my world.