wolfjohnwolf | ic inbox for duplicity

Hey honey! I wanted to check on you, see how you're doing. I know you-know-what's coming up near the end of the month, wanted to go ahead and coordinate, y'know, see if you'd let me stay with you again. Let me know, okay?

I need you to come over. I hope you're not full; I've at least four samples of blood for you to drink.

[The woman in the photo appears to have just awoken. A light blanket is draped partially over her legs, covering the swell of her hips; but instead of concealing her curves, it only seems to accentuate them. Pillows of all sizes, colors, and cloths are stacked up near the headboard, giving everything a comfortable sense of luxury. The bed itself is a four-poster bed with translucent white linen hanging from the beams, draped just so to elegantly frame the scene. Dark curls of hair trails over soft blue sheets, and her eyes are half-lidded as she looks into the camera. Despite the toned arm lifted to shade her face from the morning light, there's a slight, sleepy curve to her lips.]

I've contracted.

[ uh, that was fast? but like, at least that means he's probably out of the down.

who did he contract? is it a muggle?

it's a muggle. ]

just wanted to give you a heads up that i'll be out for a week or two.

i'll still be around for my shifts.

[ this is not, luckily for you remus, about dora. ]

This is probably the stupidest question I've ever asked in my life, but you wouldn't happened to have arrived with a flobberworm?

I need one rather desperately and I'm not happy about needing to look for something to replace it in the caves.

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misfire; january 29th

handle: Ντιάνα (forward-dated to the 22nd)

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