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nikita  moravec  ||  lady  of  bohemia

❛  did  the  lot  of  you  bastards  witness  the  great  war,  or  was  it  fiction  ?  ❜

i can still see you in the tag, and your icon isn’t pixelated like other flagged blogs?? so i’m not really sure what’s happening??

ANDREI GLANCES BACK AND FORTH FROM THE SPOON TO YELENA, a pointed look materializing across his face when he realizes what she wants him to do. he loves the woman, he really does. four centuries of knowing her and he’s learned that she’s capable of doing anything she sets her mind to―- almost anything. his wife’s truest weakness wasn’t sunlight, garlic, or anything any other vampire would succumb to, but the almighty forces of a pot and a pasta sauce recipe off of wellnessmama.com; cooking was not exactly the woman’s forté. holding his breath, he leans forward and reluctantly sips from the outstretched spoon. he pulls back almost immediately, the over-salted and bitter taste overwhelming the russian vampire.   “   дорогой.   “  he croaks, his speech altered by its aftertaste.   “   maybe you should add less salt next time. and a little more o-negative, just a little.   “   and by a little, he meant a lot. the sprinkle of blood was the only thing that kept him from puking right that second.

❝    these things are so overrated,    ❞    jeremy stated with a small shake of his head.    he never understood the hype around them,  but he was aware of the fact that everyone had different interests.    perhaps he was less keen on attending due to the attire.    he’d never been a huge fan of tuxedos,  he always felt out of place in them,  and this was no exception to that.    ❝    however,    ❞    he stated, turning to face the female.    ❝    you look absolutely beautiful,  so i guess this isn’t so bad.    i’m glad i got to see you looking like this.    ❞