dorian ♕’s Comments (group member since Nov 28, 2020)

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Alex pursed his lips. “You have a habit of being very vague, you know that?” The ground was still littered with confetti from the celebration that was from TWO WEEKS AGO. Alex smiled, then frowned, remembering the memory of rigging Julian along through the crowd, wanting to get lost with him. Julian was doing the same thing now, albeit without the crowd.

“Caspian Lemendola.”
He wouldn’t face her, COULDN’T face her, because he knew he was bound to rip that dress right off of her with his teeth and take her right then and there. Show everyone what is HIS.
“How’s Ace?”

Witch hunter hunters. I think you mean bounty hunters Anse, sweetie

Alex nodded. “Ah uh. Oh really?” He barely believed the bullshit lie Julian was twisting, but he’ll go with it.
For now, at least.
“Where are we going?”

Dante tried his best to ignore it. He get someone glancing at him; looking at him, but couldn’t tell who. With all the witches in the room, it overwhelmed his senses, the sense of magic and sex and sweat. He looked up, and felt his eyes connect with someone.
Caspian.

Alex paused. “Your sister? That girl was your SISTER?” He blinked and got up. “Why didn’t you kill me? I could’ve killed her.”

Alex closed his eyes. “That is very sexual of you, Julian. What are you trying to imply?” He leaned in. “They. Are. People. Your welcome.”

Alex’s eye twitched. “Being a Venandi is stressful.” He shrugged and his shoulders sagged. “I don’t want to have thre pressure of killing...” He closed his eyes. “People.”

Dante felt it the moment he entered the circle. An energy, which knowing the witches he knew, probably symbolized rampant sex.
Witches love their sex.
He made his way to a corner of the room, planned to be calm, wish for something.

Alex leaned back. “What do you think? I recently helped a witch LIVE, I almost had sex with a WITCH, and Venandism is...” He paused and whispered, softly, so softly Barry anyone could hear it, “I don’t think I want to be one anymore.”

Alex went for his throat and let out a cough. “Jesus fucking Christ, that was hard to swallow.” Then he looked at Julian. “Not very well.”

Alex raised an eyebrow. “Would you like the truth or the lie?” He shoved the rest of the sticky bun into his mouth, then gagged. Perhaps that was not the best plan.

Alex bit his lip to keep from smiling. Of course Julian noticed, he practically noticed everything. Put him on a roof and he’ll notice a grasshopper doing the slide dance a mile away.
Alex bit into the sticky bun, and suddenly found it tasted flavorful again. “How are you?”

Alex felt himself sigh. He wasn’t going to do shit. He had come to terms with this immediately after him and Julian had...broken up? Is that what it was? But couldn’t accept it. He sat across from Julian and offered the rest of his sticky bun.

Alex closed his eyes as if in pain. His breath hitched, his heart skipped a beat before he remembered that throw boy is a witch. He was supposed to kill this boy. But he couldn’t.
“Julian.” He whispered.

Alex closed his eyes. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Julian was here and he looked like he just came from a mud wrestling match, and his hair was horrible (bed head) and he probably had a food stain on the corner of his lip and fuck.
Fuck.

Alex’s eye twitched as he heard the caw go through the crowd. He knew who it was; had become attuned to the crow’s caw, in the time him and...
And...
Julian.
No. Julian couldn’t be here.

Alex sighed and bit into the sticky bun. Unlike normal, he didn’t enjoy, didn’t enjoy anything really. It was the taste and flavor had disappeared from everything. He leaned against the wall and searched the crowd, for something interesting, something intriguing to get his mind off things.

DO IT

WE NEVER FINISHED ALEX AND JULIAN NOW DID WE