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cyclical thoughts found themselves INFECTED with his ungodly image, with the sound of his e u p h o n i o u s voice, and the chasm that b o t h made in the pit of her stomach. idle hands took to destroying, to sparring, to excessive hunting to rid herself of his. . . disease. maggie made it her mission to deny her eyes of this particular DARK apparition; she excused herself from any situation when his particular frequency could be heard by keen ears, and did so with h a s t e. but yet, here he was. too close to run from, and far too beautiful to look away. ( renfieldian ) hues regarded him in the distance, darting toward her from between pines and evergreens, scanning his elegant form hungrily. for the first time, in just shy of two hundred years, she didn't know what to say.