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info: independent; canon/oc friendly; multiship; easily adaptable to various historical settings
skype/kik: inquire within
status: active; looking for new people and threads
timzone: GMT-6:00

updates: still searching for new partners and threads; please ignore if you get random (and somtimes rude) messages from this guy in my attempt to start more interactions! c:

vitiaxmea:

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"But, you know what they say about practice. I’m sure it applies to flirting, too. Or at least what comes after flirting.”

     ”Mm, right. I tend to practice with weapons more than words anyways. Isn’t eliminating the target and splattering their brains what comes after flirting and luring someone away from the public eye?

vitiaxmea:

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"The way you flirt is shameful.”

     ”I know. I’m shit at it. It’s an embarrassment to
     flirting, really. That’s why I really don’t do it.

ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ :: closed

     ”I heard you were looking for help with something.

Lo and behold, a simple coffee shop where one couldn’t enjoy a drink in peace, it seemed, as the slender pale man slipped into the seat across from the Italian. Vibrant amethyst gaze sharply studied the other as if picking him apart molecule by molecule. With only those few seconds having passed, he then leaned over and took up a sugar packet at the table, ripping it open and now inspecting it as if it might hold more interest to him.
Though he wasn’t large and intimidating in stature, his body language was clear.
He didn’t give the blond any options.
And it was most likely that were the other to send him away, it’d be with a bullet or knife to the face.

     ”You need to lose someone who’s looking for you. Specifically, what you’d need is what they can’t provide to help keep your identity, reputation, and life intact. And I’m very good at what I do. I charge only what someone has to offer that may be of interest to me.

Eyes locked with the other’s even as he dipped his index fingertip into the sugar, gently sucking it off with cool-tinted lips against alabaster flesh.

     ”What do you say, messere?

arthurtheauthor:

"Well well well, look who’s in London. Hello darling." Arthur grinned at him, surprised. "I would think the cops are more likely to be after you than me, Vital.”

{ ✯ :: — … okay, point taken. Whatever. Your face is still weird.

He held his tongue any further, managing to subdue the impulse to merely lash out at the man and serve him a large dose of expletives and verbal abuse. Frankly, he was uncertain if it was himself or Cain, yet the displeasure revealed itself in a thin frown upon porcelain features.

roiours replied to your post:

YO I STILL HAVE THAT ONE THING WE WERE DOING MONTHS AGO SAVED IN MY DRAFTS AND IF U WANNA CONTINUE IT, I’LL REPLY TO IT :0

OMG REPLY TO IT ONLY IF U N CHARLES ARE UP TO IT 
IF YOU ARE I’M DOWN TO PICK IT BACK UP ANYTIME C:

{ ✯ :: — Want to hear something disappointing, pops? I’ve quit drinking. Or at least, so much as I used to. We won’t get to be bar buddies so much anymore.

✯ :: — Yo, girly. Got a question for you.

✯ :: — I’m going to be honest here: this is one big fucking mess. I’m cold out here, you’re missing a shoe, and we look like we just finished an extended pub crawl. Fuck the asshole who thought blowing up a kiln was a great idea.

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