If I sink my teeth into you right now, I won't be able to stop. I would drain you dry, and that would ruin absolutely everything.
I didn't stop my own heart just to accidentally kill you. But this thirst is driving me a little crazy. So instead, I am just going to keep you safe. We can finally spend some proper time together now that you're securely chained down and unable to run. I simply can't take a risk with you. Not while I'm this unstable.
I just need to take the edge off this terrible thirst first... will you wait right here for me?
#AudioRP #WaywardAudio #F4A
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Written by: me.
Voiced by: me.
Edited by: me.
Supervised by: no one, evidently.
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Wayward Audio. Audio roleplay, F4A, made in a small room in Britain.
If I sink my teeth into you right now, I won't be able to stop. I would drain you dry, and that would ruin absolutely everything.
I didn't stop my own heart just to accidentally kill you. But this thirst is driving me a little crazy. So instead, I am just going to keep you safe. We can finally spend some proper time together now that you're securely chained down and unable to run. I simply can't take a risk with you. Not while I'm this unstable.
I just need to take the edge off this terrible thirst first... will you wait right here for me?
#AudioRP #WaywardAudio #F4A
___
Written by: me.
Voiced by: me.
Edited by: me.
Supervised by: no one, evidently.
Announcements and upload times → twitter.com/waywardaudio
My own particular brand of nonsense → twitter.com/jamandmildperil
Subscribe if you'd like to be told when the next one appears. Or don't, and simply stumble across it at 2am like everyone else.
Wayward Audio. Audio roleplay, F4A, made in a small room in Britain.
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Aw, a love that survived death. Shame it couldn’t survive someone having friends. I’m trying to be moved by the devotion, but the devotion keeps rattling a chain and ruining my little moment.
The romantic bit of my brain is making excuses again. It’s pointing out the tenderness while the sensible bit counts the missing friends. They’ve had to sit at opposite ends of the sofa. Neither is getting the nice blanket.