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‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑵 made Father suffer as they did, he no longer viewed vampires as nice people that saved his mother. Those vampires simply hated anyone that was DIFFERENT than them with no compassion for anyone else but their own kind. Father didn't deserve to be treated the way that they had been.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤBy that logic, he SHOULD have hated Monsieur Garth. He SHOULD have been disgusted by the display before him; especially with the BLOOD still clinging to the other's lips. A gruesome sight such as this should have TERRIFIED and REPULSED children such as himself after all.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤBut instead, he reaches out; GENTLY patting the other's head.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤHe's done this before with Mademoiselle Domi. Back then, he was only USING her to get his way and get his family back. Monsieur Garth and him were one and the same though; mere victims of this hellish world full of so many monsters. Even if he WANTED to hate Monsieur Garth, he couldn't.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤWe can stay here as LONG as you want, Monsieur Garth. We have to stick TOGETHER, after all.ㅤ❜

@indeliblepromise asked:

“ you can stay with me. i don’t mind. ” ( VNC Misha and Garth )

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He paused, unsure if he should take him up on the offer or not, though the company would be nice - he was also quite aware of how much Misha disliked vampires - and Garth could only imagine the mess he was currently in, having just fed. Which was why he was as shaken up as he currently was, the woman's memories having flooded his mind, her world of pain still replaying before his eyes, a weak sound heard as he walked over and curled up against the childs side. He really was pathetic, wasn't he? He shouldn't be selfish like this, he shouldn't be making Misha have to deal with some dumb vampire who couldn't even feed correctly, couldn't even voice his pain, other than the weak whimpers that would sometimes escape the back of his throat. He was so darn tired of all of this - but it was never going to stop, was it? This was what he'd been made into, all he was useful for...he should be thankful that he was still useful....yet there he was, crying like a child.