Daemon smiled happily, immersing himself in the instrument once more. He hadn't played in a couple weeks. Even his whole debate about wanting Vladimir's child had taken up a whole week of his time because he was weighing everything. He sighed and after about 3 minutes, Daemon ended the song on high note that faded away. He put the instrument down on the piano. He shivered as he felt their earlier escapade drip down his leg. "V-Vlad..."
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"Tick Tock, Jake. Time is Dead Kids."
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