" Hello? @le-maitre.bsky.social I was told to come here. I was referred to you by.. someone else, they said you'd be able to help me." Entering the space she's slow, knowing she needs to be careful though. She has a little written out page of instructions and reminders for herself, to avoid --

"I don't know if I believe in soulmates, but I think him and I were destined to be together in some way, you know? It's been decided for a very long time and I simply got lucky enough to meet him." She shrugs. "You'll find someone too. You're a romantic, you just have to open yourself up for it."

"Well I'm very happy with my boyfriend. I'm afraid you'd never get me away from him. Try as you might."

"What could you possibly want to say that would make my boyfriend come after you?"

"That's very sweet of you to say. I'm glad you think so."

What are we talking about?

"Oh.. oh thank you! You think so? Or is it the brain thing that makes me memorable?"

"You are very memorable, my brain just doesn't retain things very well."

"Forgiven, truly. Please forgive me, as well."

That's... that sounds a little scary

Imagine vampires! Sounds wild.

love is the most twisted curse of them all.

i'm literally the priests favorite sacrifical lamb because i am so docile and sweet.

"I promise you, I am not."

"I would never forget eyes like yours, sir!"

"You have seen my mind, you know I don't do it on purpose. Besides how could I ever forget someone so kind and helpful?"

"I didn't know! Or I guess I did... I think.. I forget things sometimes... Sorry!"

"I didn't... Are you a vampire?"

I'm very confused...

Oh I can imagine! That sounds magical though, absolutely wonderful.

Really?! That's impressive!

An actor? Stage or screen?

What did I do?

That's not what it seemed like the way you were talking about them...

I didn't know they were real

Picked up in a bar, by a vampire?

That sounds.... Well.. how did that happen?

- My life's one never-ending carnival A whirl of boozy-floozy flashing light -

"I'm not saying you're not.. I'm just saying, you carry so much on your shoulders. I wish you would let me help you carry it." She raises an eyebrow and smiles. "You always will."

"This guy I met.. he said he was a vampire. He had eyes filled with so much sadness, so much weight." She pauses to bring her hand up to his cheek. "They reminded me of yours, love."

"Hmm. Alright."

"Are you a vampire, @unquietdepth.bsky.social ?"

everything is going to be okay... everything is going to be okay... everything is going to be okay... everything is going to be okay...

i could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world.

Armand. Amadeo. Arun. Complicated. ~ 21+ #IWTV RP ~ MV/Selectively MS

i sat and sat. something was wrong inside me— i felt it inside my stomach, and i didn't know what to do.

dump my body, they'll never find her, flowers on my corpse, let's watch them bloom.

"Ѕoмe people ѕυrvιve cнaoѕ, and тнaт ιѕ нow тнey grow. And ѕoмe people тнrιve ιn cнaoѕ вecaυѕe cнaoѕ ιѕ all тнey ĸnow." ~ 21+ #SmutlessRP ~ #Marvel #MoonKnight ~ MV/Selectively MS Penned by #Scripturient

how much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it's some kind of murd3r?

"Why not? If you say you can do that sort of thing. I never considered it might be something someone could fix that sort of thing." She shrugs. "But you're welcome to try."

Fascinating, sure! Not that he'd get very far, the strong bindings put on her will keep him out.

Help? How? Well that's how it's always been for her.

Something like that, she's always been forgetful though. Most people are!

i fell in love with icarus' storyline. i fell in love with wings and wax and skies above. he loved the sun and wished to fly; he plummeted, but first he tried. i fell in love.

Maybe it is. It's nice. What is history but stories. If only she could remember more of them.

It's not much of a story, she's never been much for stories. She can never remember them. She's also never been much of a storyteller. She just met a lovely guy, he confused her for a friend of his and they chatted. They dated and got together not too long after.

She pulled an old dress from her attic for Halloween. It felt like coming home, putting it on.

She doesn't want to take the attention away from him. She's more than happy to listen.

oh, who is 𝘴𝘩𝘦? a misty memory? a haunting face? is 𝘴𝘩𝘦 a lost embrace?