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midnight blue eyes are wide, almost doe like as he looks up at jiho, head tilting to the side. a soft pout spreads against his flushed features, pushing some of his blonde curls from his face. "don't let it get to your head." it's not often that he listens but jiho is just too pretty, isn't she? he could feel his heart hammering in his chest as he clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth.

Mercy remained silent for a moment, her mind lingering on what, exactly, Jiho was. She carried the same strange aura as a vampire, yet it wasn't quite the same. Something about it felt off, different. Mercy couldn't put her finger on it. It was odd. Unsettling, even. Still, she knew better than to bluntly ask.

"Let's start with names, perhaps," she suggested, taking a step closer. "My name is Marceline Moreau, though most people just call me Mercy. I suppose Marceline has a bit too much of a Victorian horror ring to it." A faint smile tugged at her lips as she took another step forward.

"What about you?"

Send “I really want to kiss you.” for my muse’s reaction / @dracuulea Alphonse/Lyla

"Yeah? That's cute." Lyla laughed (playfully, not cruelly) as she continued working the mixing table, headphones on with one ear uncovered. She barely spared Alphonse a glance, her focus set on finishing that last lick of bars she planned on fixing before wrapping up for the night. "Might wanna get in line for that. You're not the first person to want that— or the last."

Raphael

BLOOD IS THICKER THAN - @dracuulea 

Ayla looked up, her feet still buried in the beach sand, her hands holding onto one of the many shells that she found interesting. She had come here at night to collect them, the shells, that is. She needed them for something, something magical, of course. She had hoped there would be no one here at night, that she could simply enjoy the silence and beauty of the beach in peace.

Yet, for whatever reason, this being had shown up. Not a vampire, but not a human either. Ayla was left puzzled, wondering what they were.

“Nothing…” she eventually said before letting go of the shell. “What is it to you? Is this a private beach?” She was pretty sure that it wasn’t.

“My name is Ayla… Who are you?”

Alistair/Ayla

SPICE GIF BASED PROMPTS - always accepting.

Ayla had told herself she would live a little bit more adventurously. She would do more things that she normally wouldn't. Say yes more often. Give into things that she held back. Of all the things she decided to say yes to she wouldn't think it would be here in the office with Alistair. Not that she would complain, she'd always admired him from afar, just never really spoke up until she found herself alone with him.

Alphonse

⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 . ( a collection of prompts centered around … well, smut. adjust phrasing — mature themes, obviously . )

If the risk of being overheard was meant to deter Alena in any way, she did very little to show it. In fact, bored was the best way to describe her tone as she asked him a simple. "Who are they? "The and why should I be worried? Was silent but no less present in those bright eyes of hers. Pulling back slightly to look up at him, it was evident that he was concerned enough for both of them about the risk of being overheard.

"Do you want to go somewhere else?"