Romance? [joseph kavinsky scoffs because he's joseph kavinsky. and also because he lives a non-stop soap opera and thinks only about what romance has brought him lately, pain and humiliation. less so what the word holds for rafa, in its powerful promise and comforting salvation, and the sincerity of his love for like the world's shittiest fledgling!! rafa what are you doing, choose better babies.
but also joseph kavinsky lived in eudio for almost two years, learned a lot, and there is a critical factor at hand too: that he loves rafaello himself. there's a suspended instant in time, where he regards the vampire, his jaw set, some stupid insult on the tip of his tongue, his eyebrows sullen on his pretty baby face—
and then he sniffs, stepping back. leans his shoulder on the wall.] Where do you wanna go? [he asks instead, his voice still brittle with personal angst!! but his stare receptive enough anyways. tonight means something more than just escape and distraction. he knows, he knows.] Where'd your great-great-great uncle or whatever take you when he turned you?
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but also joseph kavinsky lived in eudio for almost two years, learned a lot, and there is a critical factor at hand too: that he loves rafaello himself. there's a suspended instant in time, where he regards the vampire, his jaw set, some stupid insult on the tip of his tongue, his eyebrows sullen on his pretty baby face—
and then he sniffs, stepping back. leans his shoulder on the wall.] Where do you wanna go? [he asks instead, his voice still brittle with personal angst!! but his stare receptive enough anyways. tonight means something more than just escape and distraction. he knows, he knows.] Where'd your great-great-great uncle or whatever take you when he turned you?