statement, or was he simply attempting to fluster her?

"your tongue seems to be slipping. are you sure it doesn't have a mind of its own?"

her emotions ran strong, doing more harm than good. she had to keep her walls up, but he was doing an outstanding job at making them crumble. brick by brick.

head tilting towards the right, her smirk growing larger in amusement. did he really mean what he said, the implication of his

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she was not going to give him the satisfaction of drawling a reaction out of her so early on in the day. "as do you."

simple words, just allowing the air between them to settle. she didn’t despise him, but she still had some walls up—— he was her doctor after all.

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a small hum to acknowledge his greeting, blue hues watching carefully has his eyes seem to wander and linger. she wouldn't lie, hers were doing the same, but she wasn't going to be so shamelessly obvious about it. "i know." a sly smirk building upon her blood-stained lips,

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brows furrowing ever so slightly when he brings up the fact that his very being annoys, irritates, vexes her. the way his voice, smile—— everything about him, seems to have an upheaving effect on her. "i would not go as far as to say that, doctor."

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a back-and-forth she’s come to enjoy with the doctor.

“what happened to saying hello? or must you ask
me for my opinions about what others choose to do or not to do, first? deeming it more important than a polite greeting?”

one would think her words be laced with irritation and anger, but her tone, laced with sweet poison, would suggest otherwise.

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before the two made their way towards someplace less crowded.

ears peeking up when she hears that all too familiar voice acknowledging her presence. turning her head to the pink-haired woman and giving her a knowing look. silent communication between the two, that they would meet up later.

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consuming. he was consuming. consuming her entirely ever since he drew blood from her hand—— no, ever since he offered her his own blood in these very halls.

it was very easy for perona to get bored of conversation, the younger trying her best to wrap it up as quickly as possible

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why did her attention seem to linger on him and every word he spoke? the way his brows furrowed when he were to witness something distasteful, the little quirk to the corner of his mouth when he jested with her, the way his smile never reached his eyes all but the one time he gazed upon her.

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unknown to herself, she was also sure that her undead heart would churn and wring itself dry if she were to stumble upon him engorging on another one of her kind.

the possessiveness came unwillingly and confused her to her core. what was so special about him anyway?

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excusing herself from the group of people with whom she was conversing, only to return with a glass filled to the brim with crimson liquid. hoping that perhaps it would distract her from his scent.

it was only a matter of time before she would run into him, she was sure of it. for some reason,

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amidst conversation, the overwhelming scent of a certain vampire took over her sense of smell. she didn’t think he would come, when perona had sent off the invitation to him—— receiving no reply made her believe he was uninterested in getting to know those that belonged to her coven.

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what even made you ‘miss’ urinating . . ?