The Grim Reaper Statue Located At The English Cemetery In Florence, Italy.

The grim reaper statue located at the English Cemetery in Florence, Italy. 

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🔪 || “oh… you have?”

val thought that maybe he knew about them stalking them. if that was true, they better just come clean. however they weren’t exactly sure if that was what he was getting at… so they chose to wait.

“that’s fine. i didn’t even expect you to notice me. i’m surprised you did.”

they chuckled to themself before giving a sigh. however once romeo had taken their chin into his hand, they gave him a wry smile. though they seemed happy!

“heh… why? i like you. i really really really like you, romeo.”

his name had accidentally slipped out. they were hoping he wouldn’t catch on. after all, he hadn’t even given them his name yet! so it might come off as… odd. so they attempted to brush it off by continuing on.

“i’ve liked you for… maybe a little over a month. i’ve maybe even become obsessed with you. i like you so much!”

they seemed to be becoming a little dreamy the more they spoke. it was probably because they were talking face to face with the one they liked!

“i would even die for you. i would tear my own heart out for you if you needed me to!… ah… sorry… maybe that’s going a bit far.”

what the immortal humanoid said may have been true, but they didn’t want to scare him off. they were trying to make him theirs after all…

A smile played on Romeo’s face as he listened to the other. They were interesting; he didn’t know why he thought this, but something was there.

“How can I not notice someone smaller than everyone else and quite adorable as well,” he asked. Since he went to clubs a lot, this individual truly did stand out.

Raising his eyebrows at the name drop, he was a little surprised they knew his name. Well, maybe they asked around, he thought as he gave them the benefit of the doubt.

Staying silent, the incubus let them speak until they had spilled almost everything. Even that they would spill their guts for him. In all honesty, he was surprised? He didn’t really know how to react. It was rare for anyone to say this unless he’s already slept with them and then decided he wanted to keep their heart and let them wither and die. But this was a stranger. One he’s seen a couple times, but overall a stranger.

“Why would you like me when I’m, in layman’s terms, a man-whore? I can understand if you just want to sleep with me, but why do you seem genuinely interested in who I am as a person?” he questioned, confused why anyone would want him for anything other than sex.

Since he was an incubus, he naturally looked attractive in people’s eyes and helped make them easier prey. At this moment, he realized they rarely would have been close enough to be in his infatuation field and he wasn’t even currently using it. That means this person saw him as he truly was, not as the sex demon he was.

“....who are you,” he demanded, his eyes narrow as he looked for their reaction. His already tall stature helped promote his dominance, but his eyes were piercing as well.

Just Leave Mark Alone

this isn’t just directed at anyone who’s being a jackass and if you are go fuck yourself a little girl died what is wrong with you but at everyone. Tragedy, especially of a loved one, even more so that of a child, is the hardest thing ever. Do not send him messages, do not send him tweets or anything

If you want to draw him nice art or send encouraging words in a post that’s different but the last thing he’s going to want to do right now is look at his phone. 

So please, for the love of all that is good in this world, just leave him alone

@sukka-san

The Ardennes Draft Horse is considered one of the oldest breeds of draft horse, and is believed to be a direct descendent of the prehistoric Solutre Horse.

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