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[pearling]

I do not like sleeping for that long. It makes me feel as if I have been cursed, or turned into something else.

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I am bored.

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It has been far too long that we have not seen one another.

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[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

It happened quite by accident. He was simply attempting to help me--a phenomenon I have yet to get used to, around here.

[He looked up at her and his eyes danced briefly.] Oh did you, Persephone? I see. [He clearly approved; revenge in the face of overwhelming odds touched his black heart.]

Would you care to have your feet rubbed? I got rather good at it. [Perpetually pregnant Brides, four hundred years...yeah.] And I shall tell you of some of them. Perhaps in the midst of it we can find an idea for something to do here.

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[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

[Persephone nodded a bit and she did not understand the helping thing, not entirely and not truly. She watched him for a moment, amused by the way that he was approving of her revenge. It was a nice change, giving everything that had happened with her rehabilitation and how people normally told her she was wrong.

Quickly she shook her head about having her feet rubbed, and then she tickled below his chin.]

Tell me stories, Vlad Dracula. They nourish me.

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[He squinted slightly, like an old wolf being chinpetted, expression a little embarrassed but content.] Very well.

My home is girded by a mighty forest. Trees so ancient and vital that they make me look young. The forest has always been there; the country was named for it. Some nights, even when I was not hunting, I would simply fly over it for miles and miles. My eyes see heat, and so in the dark that whole black expanse was alive with jewels of light. On Walpurgis Night we would hunt the forest, flying over it in vast flocks while mortals hid in their homes. Then we would go back to my palace for a celebration....