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Ya know something about S1 that still kinda irks me?
We CAN get with Rohan for a bit, but Erikah acts so obnoxious about it...and we can, at no point in any conversations with her, tell her we are into him. It's just listening to her "I WANT HIM SO BAD" calling us a cow at the recoupling and then being a bitch about it the rest of the time. Like the drama could have been spaced out or something but instead we look lowkey snakey.
And like. Girl, you may not be in a couple you LIKE, but I don't even have a couple here. I'm sleeping alone because homie thought he could just graft on whoever with his reasoning being I chose last and that's it. Plus Rohan is super cool, I wanna do cute couple hand stands together.
But I can't like Rohan because...you do? And I'm supposed to just let that be good enough for me? Hm....
Though Erikah wouldn’t be aware of how her vampire perceived the taste of her, she would most certainly feel the affection that resonated from him as he received the gift of her blood. Closing her eyes, she could feel something potent in the air around them. Perhaps it was her imagination, she thought. Perhaps he was using some of his unnatural abilities to make the experience more pleasurable for her. Truthfully, she couldn’t be sure what it was, but something magical electrified the air between the two of them.
As she felt the pincers of his fangs finally withdraw from her skin, an unexpected and deep pang of longing overcame her. She already missed the closeness of his breath against her neck; the intimacy of a forbidden act she had never before experienced. Her lungs filled deeply with air, having realized she had been holding her breath. Eyes fluttering open, she would give him a lazy warm smile, as she swallowed the shock of seeing her blood on his lips. Reaching her hand out, she would caress his jawline. Curious eyes boldly peered at the fangs of his mouth, which seemed to be prominently on display. Normally, she could pretend his canines were just slightly sharper than the average Breton’s, but not now. Bravely, her thumb traced one of his fangs, feeling the point. He would sense the thrill of the action pulse through her, as if she was looking into a lion’s jaws and daring to touch what could snap at her. Her expression was one of awe, before she dropped her hand to her lap.
“I think I understand now,” she confessed to him in a hushed voice, as if they were exchanging secrets. “If I am the light, you are most certainly my darkness.” And then suddenly, her aura changed to a color he had never seen before. It radiated a bright gold that he had perhaps never seen before and would have a hard time understanding.
Drew a coffee loving goth girl I'm gonna name Erikah.
She seems like a snarky, deadpan type.
I was playing Love Island the Game and decided to start over.
I never hooked up with Mason (flirted) or did anything with Levi (never flirted)(I wanted to see if Erikah was mad at me for a different reason). But I did choose Rohan because I genuinely wanted to see what would happen (I chose Jake the first time). Erikah was so mad at me that she said that I hooked up with Levi (which I could never deny either) and said that she was still hurt with what I did, but when Rohan HER FUCKING CRUSH AND THE REASON WHY SHE EVEN WHISPERED IN MASON’S EAR picked her in the re-coupling she wasn’t as happy as she should have been. The minute Reese gets here though she can’t wait to jump him and makes none of her intentions discreet. ERIKAH IS SUCH A SNAKE AND REALLY IMMATURE. I’m so ready to bury her and win this shit.
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Maybe someone would come. Like in a holomovie, where the good guys swept down from the sky and saved everyone. That was the thought that reverberated around in her head, over and over again. A tall man clad in tanned leather, a loose off white shirt, and heavy boots stopped in front of her. The wind picked up again and she felt coarse sand hit her skin as he paused to look at her. He held a hand out, brushing away a tear from her cheek in an almost tender gesture. "Won't be much longer darling. Smile a little," he told as he removed his hand. "You'll sell for more," he added as he turned and continued walking down the line of people. This wasn't a holomovie.
Briah leaned with her back against the metal pole. She squinted as she looked out over the nightclub. Flashing lights constantly blinded her. The atmosphere in the room was humid. Despite the steady deep breaths she was taking, it felt as though she could never get enough air into her lungs. It was supposed to be an upscale kind of place but in reality, it was filled with sweaty bodies grinding against one another and sating themselves with alcohol and drugs. Whatever they were looking for, it was doubtful that they’d find it here. From her vantage point on the platform, she could see everything. And all she saw was desperation. A sharp jolt of electricity burned the skin at the back of her neck suddenly, causing her to jump. She turned her head instinctively to the side of the room where she knew the manager would be waiting. Her gaze was met with a snarly glare. He didn't need to say anything. Move or be moved. The only choice to be made was whether or not she wanted to deal with electrical burns. She turned despondent eyes back to the crowd and slowly, she lifted her hands up over her head. Across from her were rows of mirrors, to make it seem like the place was bigger than it actually was. That there were more dancers than there actually were. She caught her reflection in them. And all she saw was desperation.