Alucard {Troll Era}
@melancholicFledgling
A tragedy bestowed once again. Learning, until time itself has died. ˖ ࣪⊹๋࣭ ⭑ ⋆⭒˚.⋆ Adjusting to a troll's way of living yet my mind refuses. Unfortunately related to @darkLord
2NE1, the idol group that you are...
I have played a riveting game of Bingo... I have won...
There are days and nights where I yearn to be at this "Bath and Body Works"...
The discontinued "Immortal"...
Please, do not disturb my personal coffin as I rest inside it...
Why must I immediately crawl back into my entombment whenever I arrive from a destination? My body betrays me, and the rats have made themselves comfortable...
My reading of My Immortal is drawing to its inevitable conclusion.. I must ask for recommendations...
Awoo...
awooo!
Chapter forty-one out of fourty-four... My Immortal will surely come to a close that I can hope to imagine that is redeemable and if not, I am unsure what I will do for it wasting my valuable time...
..."Fangs" being the alternative word for "thanks". I simply must've forgotten how much this literature is unreadable....
I have not read my incorporeal novel My Immortal in quite some time. Perhaps these archives will give insight as to where the last sentence had been read....
Has anyone an unoccupied coffin they no longer need or want? I am willing to exchange monetary value over an acquired relic...
c< .... yeaH, i dO, actually! >c
i havwe one I dont need anymore as vwell.
Oh my God... I can feel my fangs and my kneecaps... When shall this ..."edible" wear off? #substances...
dude you mightve eaten the forever weed edible.
The **what**?...
oh. oh you dont know? oh man. im so sorry. its the edible that makes you high forever. like, forever.
My lifespan lasts for centuries... Do not let this be my fate...
it might be over for you man.
Ugh, I'll just get high tonight. #substances...
I have been flung into a pit of needles... How might have this occurred, I haven't the slightest clue...
I am arranging for an afternoon tea... The candelabras are lit aflame. The tea is scalding, the confectionaries remain untouched, and I am seated with nothing but cotton-stuffed and woven companions as company for the time being....
Woke up and I've decided to choose violence as an act for today...
I cannot feel my limbs at all.. Oh sweet merciful Heaven.. #substances...
What have I done to deserve to become nothing more than a street urchin as I stand outside your locked castle gates? @darkLord...
I will not pity what I see as weak. Your frivolity stains what legacy I have built on my own.
I have procured a pumpkin-flavor drink. The taste does not reflect on the title itself... It has a scent I've once forgotten. I can recall tasting plums and spiced apples in my lost youth...
What ever did become of that Leon, I wonder...