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MI6 agent, working for the SIS since WWI
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"Daniel...?" Sasha tumbled into the apartment, leaning on the door frame. His lip was bleeding and his neck showed dark finger marks. "Babe, are you home?"
Daniel heard the apartment door open, though something wasn’t right about the sound of Sasha’s voice when he called out for him.
Leaving the bedroom, he froze momentarily as he took in the sight before him, then hurried forward. “Sash! What happened? Who did this to you?” He inquired frantically, his lip trembling with worry as he looked over the blonds injuries.
He leaned in his arms, resting his forehead on his shoulder. Once Daniel had him safe, he finally allowed himself to breath, even if it hurt. He nuzzled the vampire, sighing.
"Too exigent client. What a kinky bastard..." He kicked the door closed, sighing. "Everything hurts... He had me tied up for hours..." He lifted his head and offered his companion a weak smile. "Just... Help me get to the bathroom, please?"
I’ll fucking digest you One kiss at a time You wish I was yours And I hope that you’re mine.
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For every ☼ in my inbox, the muse has to tell you a fact about the mun.
Prostitute/Stripper Starter Sentenses
"How much?"
"So what do you like?
"Top? Bottom? Versatile?"
"Give me the royal treatment, then."
"I don't kiss on the lips, sorry."
"So how long have you been doing.. What you're doing?"
"Can you.. Do that again?"
"You don't have to go, you know. I can make us breakfast?"
"You deserve a nice girl/guy. You shouldn't trail after someone like me."
"Just because I'm your whore for the night doesn't mean you get permission to treat me like one."
"I wasn't supposed to give you this number.."
"In the day light we don't know each other."
"It was on the house."
"You really fucked me up, you know that? I've never had this problem with a client before--I shouldn't have this problem with a client ever."
"No feelings. That was our deal."
"I can't give you what you want. I can't give you a normal relationship."
"You the one who called for an all nighter?"
"My favorite regular-- what can I do for you tonight?"
"I may be what I am at night, but in the real world I have a life, okay! Stop butting in to it!"
"It's okay to call me what I am. A whore, don't need to sugar coat it."
"Of course it's a fake name!"
"This isn't a date, it's business."
"I'll let you do anything you want.. Just follow my few rules."
"I know you have rules about this.. but can I take you out sometime? Not as this you--but as--well, you."
"Just because you've been my regular for months/years, doesn't make us friends."
"What do you think this is, 'Pretty Woman'?"
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Boxes were everywhere, lining the walls in various rooms. It was funny, she realized then as she stood at the foot of the stairs, it all seemed like so much when it was sitting in her apartment, but now it looked like she didn’t have anything at all. Evey had gotten the rambling old Victorian home for a steal and she often wondered just what had happened here for the price to be set so low. But, it was her dream home so she really couldn’t bring herself to complain.
Bod, her small black cat, curled around her ankles only to stop and stair up the stair case. “What is it, darling? Do you see something?” she asked the little fuzz ball as she scooped him up and settled him on her shoulder as she made her way up the stairs. “Is there someone there?” Her voice was teasing as she asked the stale air- she made a mental note to open all of the windows in the morning and wash the curtains. Of course there wasn’t anyone there, at least that’s what she told herself.
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Sasha couldn't believe it. Once again, another new inhabitant. Wasn't the blood enough? How many more did he have to kill to make it clear? He wanted them all out. That had been the beginning. By now, he didn't care any more. He just wandered around the house, remembering over and over the tragedy of his death. How a mother did that to her child, he still didn't know.
He watched the cat curiously, reaching to pet him; but the little animal curled up around his owner's ankles. He smiled sadly and sat at the stairs, watching her. She looked so happy and excited about her new house. New hopes, old dreams. He used his cold breath to tarnish the mirror in front of her and write down 'Welcome'.
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