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Send 💋 to give my muse a kiss

Nicole was taken back, her eyes widened as his lips pressed to hers. She hadn't expected it at all. But she relaxed, her body relaxed as he continued to kiss her.

As he pulled back, she looked up at him and smiled softly "What was that for?" She asked softly, a blush rising on her cheeks, her hand lifting to tuck a few strands of hair behind her ear.

Aston: Hello Asriel, made anyone cry today? Asriel: Sadly, no. But it’s only 4:30.

Aston: Why are we friends? Asriel: Poor decisions on your part.

Aston: I need life advice. Asriel, sipping Gatorade and eating cookie dough: You came to the right person.

Aston, to Asriel: You drink too much, swear too much, and your morals are highly questionable. Asriel: … Aston: You are everything I’ve ever wanted in a best friend.

Asriel, holding in their laughter: Hey, how do you ask a glass of water what it’s doing? Aston: A glass of water is an inanimate object. Therefore, it's incapable of having a thought process or understanding basic human language. Asriel: Asriel: Water you doing?

Standing over a very injured and weakened vampire the Werewitch met the eyes of the witch with an incredulous look. “Are you being serious? Of course, I do, otherwise, I wouldn’t be stood like I am now!” he growled, clearly frustrated with the interruption. The hunter was stood over the vampire, stake raised and simply meters from their chest. It would allow him to sleep for an extra five minutes tonight if he could feel he had eliminated another evil from the world, this creature was responsible for the deaths of at least five humans, he had tracked them this far and wasn’t about to let them go now. Everett took in the stranger's scent, a frown forming on his face. “You, you are a witch aren’t you, don’t lie I can smell it on you” he loosened his posture ever so slightly before it tightened again. “What do you want?” he demanded. 

Liz knows the feeling. It's not a pleasant one. Still, she can't help but chuckle. "I know that feeling. It sucks."

Melike has known for a long time, that she has to take care of herself. That no one is going to come save her. That knowledge had always been a part of her, but since becoming a vampire, it's become even more obvious to her. "It's okay," She says with a shrug. "You did the best you could. And I'm more capable than I seem, I promise."

"That's true..." Lydia muses, shrugging a bit. "But I promise I'm telling you the truth. I swear."

"I swear on..." Lydia thinks, what could she possibly say? "I swear on...my brother's grave, I'm not lying." As far as Lydia knows, her brother is dead, so that works, she thinks. Of course, she should be too. But Viktor turned her into a vampire. And she turned her best friend Camille. Still, no one had turned her brother Andrew, as far as Lydia knows. Hopefully Viktor hadn't thought of that. Because Lydia can't imagine her younger brother taking to being a vampire.

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V can't help but chuckle. "Not my dog, dude." She had always wanted a dog as a kid. Her parents had never gotten her one, though. Now, she would see one as just another being her kidnappers could use against her. Could kill. And she wouldn't want that.