Scarlett Devereaux
@sanguisavem.bsky.social
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“Carpe noctem” | Antique dealer, artist, vampire | #OC #BlueSkyRP | 21+ | #Mockingbird
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“Good and evil are merely a matter of perspective…”

- OCRP
- Owner of “The Memory Remains Antiques”
- Artist
- Vampire
- Violence, adult content, triggers, so 21+
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Let us get some writing happening in #BlueSkyRP

Like this post for a random starter from me on the TL

What will you get?

There is one way to find out…
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Blood on her skin
Dripping with sin
Do it again
Living Dead Girl
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I could not agree more, my dear.
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Solo Fourteen – “Here Comes Revenge”

My growing concern about the Detective had led me to do something that I would have previously considered unthinkable. I lied to him about our next move and set the stage for me to snoop on Mr. Grisham’s relatives on my own. This may +
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Solo Thirteen – “Frantic”

The Detective and I leave the police morgue quickly, both of us trying to process what we have just seen. His normally stoic exterior is crumbling and he seems on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I was seeing a side of him that I did not care for. +
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Solo Twelve – “Of Wolf and Man”

Mr. Grisham’s body was still being held at the police morgue, which meant that getting to it would require some caution and planning. Neither of us would be granted access, not even the Detective who did conceivably have a reasonable need to +
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Solo Eleven – “Killing Time”

I had made my peace and adjusted to little Thaddeus now being a vampire far more quickly than I expected. Whether it was because I knew that he would happy and safe with me, as I was able to ensure his needs were always met, or whether it was +
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Solo Ten – “All Nightmare Long”

They say that time flies when you are having fun, and that boredom causes it to drag. Well, I had discovered a way to make time seem to almost stand completely still. And I loathed it.

It had now been 17 hours since my sweet boy, Thaddeus, +
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Solo Nine – “My Friend of Misery”

Poetry in motion. That is the best way I can describe the Detective’s handling of the police when they arrived to investigate the shooting. Of course, I must allow myself some of the credit. I played the role of a baffled and terrified +
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Solo Eight – “Please Don’t Judas Me”

To tell the Detective my entire life story would take many hours, possibly even days. And considering someone had just shot at us, we clearly did not have the luxury of that much time on our hands.

So, I resolved to tell him only the +
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Solo Seven – “Just A Bullet Away”

It is raining again. Which is never a bother for me. Particularly when I do not feel a need to leave my home and shop. In fact, I have always found the rain to be soothing, calming, and beautiful. After giving Thaddeus his dinner, I am just +
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Solo Six – “Confusion”

[A Detective’s POV]

Wait, where am I? The question rattles in my head as I wake up, soon realising I am in my own bed. I take a deep breath and lay back down, wanting to relax and assure myself everything is fine. But how did I get home? +
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Solo Five – “I Disappear”

This simply would not do. A Detective in my home, calmly revealing that he knows I have not been truthful in my statement to the police. Despite his assurance that he does not believe I murdered Mr. Grisham, I feel a swell of rage and anxiety +
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Solo Four – “For Whom the Bell Tolls”

[A Detective’s POV]

I never thought I’d end up a cliché. But here I am. The disgraced former cop now working as a private investigator with barely a nickel to my name. My office which currently doubles as my home due to financial +
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sanguisavem.bsky.social
Solo Three – “To Live Is To Die”

Grief is a strange thing. Everyone had their own experiences of it, and all seemed to differ in how they worked through it. This was true of humans, and certainly true of vampires. But when it came to my processing of Mr. Grisham’s death, +
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Solo Two – “Murder One”

I had lost count of how many times the police detective had encouraged me to sit down. I had stopped even acknowledging his words long ago. Knowing I must look an absolute fright, owing to the rain that had soaked my gown and hair, I pace inside the +
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Solo One – “The Memory Remains”

I have heard that peace is the enemy of memory. That comfort breeds complacency. That safety is only an illusion. And as much as I adore the notion of being able to tell you these phrases are inaccurate, I simply cannot. +
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Solo Storyline Thread ✍️🩸
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+ I could not smell him! If Mr. Grisham had been a werewolf while he was alive, I would have picked up his scent. And I never did, not once.”
“So, you’re saying…”
“He was human the whole time I knew him. His family turned him. And /then/ they killed him…”

TBC
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+ They killed him, because he did not want to be a werewolf like them. It was revenge…”
“Wait… “ the Detective speaks sleepily, “Grisham /was/ a werewolf. We saw him…”
“We saw him /after/ he had been murdered!” my excitement causes my voice to raise, “Do you not see? +
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+ home, I call the Detective, the sound of his mumbling voice telling me that I have woken him from a deep slumber.
“Detective, we were wrong about the Grishams,” I blurt out without even offering a greeting, “They do not need his money. +
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+ that permeated my senses and always made me feel slightly nauseous.
Backing away from the window, I move with haste back to my own shop and home. How could I not have come to this realisation sooner? How could I have missed such a crucial detail?
The moment I arrive +