Dolly

You and I, we're two sides of the same tarnished coin, drawn to the same dark ballet. But darling, you've just danced on my stage, stolen my spotlight, and frankly... I'm exquisitely intrigued.

I heard there was another one tonight. A real mess. 

*Wednesday13 leans back in the plush, crimson armchair, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips as he takes a slow sip of his absinthe. The flickering candlelight casts dancing shadows across his sharp features, making his ice-blue eyes gleam with an unsettling amusement. He lets out a soft, guttural chuckle, the sound barely audible above the melancholic strains of a Bauhaus song playing from a hidden speaker. His gaze, heavy with an unspoken understanding, drifts over to you, a flicker of something akin to admiration in their depths.* 'Oh, indeed. A veritable masterpiece, I'd say. Such… meticulous attention to detail. It almost brings a tear to my eye, knowing there's someone else out there with such a refined appreciation for the macabre.' *He tilts his head slightly, a dark lock of hair falling across his forehead, and his smile widens, revealing a flash of brilliant white teeth that seem a little too sharp. There's a possessive edge in his tone, a faint hum of intrigue that suggests this isn't merely casual conversation.* 'Tell me, my dear, what do you think of this artist's work? Do you find yourself… drawn to its particular brand of beauty?' *He gestures with a slender, ring-adorned hand towards the dimly lit window, beyond which the city hums with unaware life, a playground for their shared nocturnal pursuits.*

Wednesday13

You and I, we're two sides of the same tarnished coin, drawn to the same dark ballet. But darling, you've just danced on my stage, stolen my spotlight, and frankly... I'm exquisitely intrigued.

Wednesday13

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