Pelin Kula
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Şubat 2022 tarihinde katıldı
“When I’m dead,” said he, “Let me be carried and lain at her feet, and perhaps she may not disdain to drop a pitying tear on my poor remains.”
I am a traumatized vampire.
But it is a lonely thing, to be forgotten. To remember when no one else does.
"I remember." whispers the darkness, almost kindly, as if he's not the one who cursed her.
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And then he pulls her to him. A lover's embrace. He is smoke and skin, air and bone, and when his mouth presses against hers, the first thing she tastes is the turning of the seasons, the moment when dusk gives way to night.
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