17:25 | yassas
when we met, it was the wanderer me, the ever elusive vampire, that held your hand. and with my twinkling eyes, i surmise, you have fallen, ever so slowly, not without your--and my--protestations, into the deepest, darkest abyss hell has for the damned-est sinner-taker there is. i, your teacher, am not denying any of my transgressions against chastity, because i, first and foremost, am your teacher, from whom much--not all--of your knowledge had flowed.
flowers bloomed with the passing of the warming hand, but blood-red rose petals parted with the tip of the sword. water turned into wine inside warm vessels of the mouth as the heavens looked and looked at the (mis)education of their charge. ethereal beings that they are, the heavens just stared, gasped and implored as i, the teacher, the vampire, the wanderer, became water, wine and cloak to the student at the same time.
it is but natural that sometimes students fall for their teacher. but indeed it is perversion that a teacher fall for his own art. and i, the teacher, the vampire, the wanderer, did fall for the sacred vessel of Gaea. as punishment from the Most High, i, the vampire, regal and eternal, regressed to being a child.
23:33
hi, mikel! just curious. who is speaking in this post? :)
06:45
past tense na past tense a.. :) im sure your student has suffered the same punishment too.
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