<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 9px"><a class="username" data-user-id="1285" data-username="Darko" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1285/">Darko</a></span></span>​</div><div style="/*BOX ONE*/
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Bowie moved to straddle his lap, asking him all of the right questions. Subconsciously, he knew he was beginning to grow a strong fondness and even affection for the girl. He hadn't known Bowie long, but it had been such a long time since he'd met anyone he could consider a "kindred spirit". Most feared Godric, stayed away from him altogether, or did their best to appease him and look important when he was present. Instead, Bowie seemed to be just as infatuated by him as he was by her. <br/>
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"Mmm, no she is not aware. Her family did quite well at hiding her heritage from both her and the world. Though, following historical documents and family trees led me straight to her." Godric smirked, his hands settling on her hips at her perch on his lap. He let his head lean back against the seat in which he sat, his attention on Bowie in the fullest. For the moment, Gianna was far from his mind. Instead, he wanted to focus on the woman who was so steadily growing on him, as if God had crafted her for him just as Lucifer crafted Godric himself. He was not sure which god she was sent by, but he would thank them nonetheless. <br/>
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"For right now, all I want is your time. Tell me about you, Bowie. Who you were as a human, how you were turned into a vampire... Everything." Godric declared, shifting the point of focus. It had occurred to him that since he'd met her, he'd ignored the attraction he felt towards her as much as possible in his need to arrive in Bon Temps, Louisiana. But now that they were there, his plan was a long, slow, and detailed plan... He would finally have time to get to know Bowie, to teach her about herself as a vampire and what she was capable of, as well as hopefully elicit the same desire to drain Gianna Broussard dry in her that raged so strongly in himself. Godric wanted to rule the world with Bowie, to show her things that many thought impossible. To know how to please her, he needed to know what made her tick, what made her heart sing with bloody desire. <br/>
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