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(noun): it can be an action of moving downward, dropping, or falling… or it could be a moral, a social or psychological decline into a specified undesirable state
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Before she and Alastor can go shopping later–does this count as a date?–Proserpina had fully intended to leave the house not too far or for long seeing as she no longer felt that secure ever since they’ve been attacked there) when she returned to the shadows to rest.
“Start by pulling him out of the fire andhoping that he will forget the smell. He was supposed to be an angel but they took himfrom that light and turned him into something hungry,something that forgets what his hands are for when theyaren’t shaking. He will lose so much, and you will watch it all happenbecause you had him first, and you would let the worldbreak its own neck if it means keeping him.Start by wiping the blood off of his chin andpretending to understand. Repeat to yourself– “I won’t leave you, I won’t leave you” …until you fall asleep and dream of the placewhere nothing is red. . . . The throne of the King of all Vampires is cold and rigid as a hum
A VERY LONG AUTHOR’S NOTE: The plot wasn't supposed to revolve around romance... nor even had a werewolf in it. The initial plot was a literal horror story about a girl being stalked by some supernatural creature ahem sLeNdEr MaN ahem until he eats her–but I felt it was too predictable, too boring–so let's add Greek mythology and a bunch of other monsters to the blender because I am too done with life for a complicated plot right now and justwanted someone to suffer. Let's be real, though: the story only happenedbecause I was bored and hungry when I was home-quarantined for two weeks WITHOUT INTERNET. The first draft was a scene of Winters and William escaping Roman's dungeon, haunted house–whatever it was called–but I scraped it