Jun. 16th, 2007

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In the still darkness of a large room one of two corpses moves slightly, eyes opening to scan the room for any threat. Satisfied no enemy lurks in the dark places Dix turns back, taking in the gentle scent of vanilla from his partners hair, brandy on himself from a night of excess and the undertone of heady, coppery scent of vitae which always seem to fill the room to the delicate nose of a vampire. Shifting carefully to avoid waking the woman whose bed he shared Dix slides away to open the curtains, two very thick layers of cloth, and a blind, as one to whom the sun is anathema cannot be careful enough. Care for more, sweet reader? )

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