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"I'm here, Daemon. I'm right here." Vladimir said softly.
This delicate youth, like a flower afraid to bloom. Vladimir couldn't help but feel the need to protect him from anything, illusion or real. While the wolves would not dare pass the gates onto his property, he couldn't stop Daemon's fears from getting to him other than being there when they sprung up. He continued running his fingers through Daemon's hair and held him as close as he could without hurting the young man.
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