𝓕𝓪𝓸𝓾𝔃𝓲𝓪 -𝓻𝓲𝓹, 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮
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↪ 𝓝𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂...

Skye had spent all day in bed. He was absolutely hungover. He was without shirt, just grey sweatpants and white socks to suffice. That shirt had ran off with a certain somebody last night. "Morning, Babe..." He spoke, his voice tired and low.

As a vampire, he typically lives a boring life, with the exception of his girlfriend. His siphoner, sorceress, witch—whatever you'd call it, girlfriend.

Skye was naive of course. She was a sorceress, she hexed people and used mind control to get what she wants. But would the object of all his affections really use him? Manipulate him for power, and his heart?

His literal heart.

Like rip it out.

That's what a siphoners do, and then they use it for power.

But his baby wouldn't do that, right?

"Tired..."

"Love you..." He muttered randomly. He was very much still out of it after yesternight. The cold metal of a necklace—chain, rested on his chest, and over the ink on his deltoid.