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[guitarpicks]

Inside greenhouse. Fucking Vlad. ( it's rasped in the mental space, his voice pushed through like a bark, but in the world of the living -- the still living, if by a thread he laughs and blood spills down his chin and cheeks. )

[otherbitches]

[ At first he thinks it's a joke; then comes the declaration, the sort of thing they don't say, and that means it's real.

To Jem: ] How far are you?

[ To Eddie: ] You're going to be fine. Put pressure on it. Now.

[guitarpicks]

Tried that, ( he thinks and then there's nothing from his side of things for a while. )