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Date Posted: 09:36:08 12/04/09 Fri
Author: Lucian
Subject: well... technically that wasn't the secret. Tis just how my day was. [NEW THREAD]

‘Are you all that certain that you reeeally outsmarted me, old man? How is that dull ache that gnaws at you every time you’re with a woman, hmm?’

The urge to point at Zeth and go -tehehehe you loser pants, you- flared. Lucian knew that his venom still coursed through Zeth’s veins; he could smell it. Zeth smelled like a French whore and rotten fruit. Tehehehehe, you loser pants,you.

‘She isn’t my little birdy to set free. I vote my brother did bangs the hell out of her first, at the very least.’

It was all Zeth’s fault. Had he been able to keep it in his pants or, at the very least, putting a love glove on before hand. Anyone who had any knowledge of Briallan knew that she could never help herself around Zeth. Somehow, we could probably blame that on Zeth and Alairic. Bastards. Okay, so maybe at least half of it was Zeth’s fault. But we can toss rotten vegetables at the responsible party later.

Come on now. You know Tarot would look sexy walking around in nothing but one of Lucian’s black tshirt. Drawing her closer, his fingertips scrawled across her flesh, tempting him to even further to indulge himself with her. Lucian wanted to corrupt her so bad; turn her almost as wicked as his bloodline.

‘Oh, honey. I intend to kill you over and over again until you just can’t take it anymore.’

Somehow. It was obvious that Lucian was not talking about literally killing her.

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