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Arnost looked to the side when he heard his other son call out for him. Arnost smiled gently before his gaze locked on Desislav. His daughters were not around here, for some reason, but if he could get some quality time with his boys that definitely had some good looks, then he would definitely...

Arnost Zhefarovich was enjoying his life. Or perhaps, his afterlife. He spent hours and hours with his loving mother and his wife, or girlfriend... He had no idea what they were right now, since death parted both of them. They were together though. Arnost decided to pay a surprise visit to his...

One could never imagine how happy Arnost was. He had his wife back. Well, to him, they were still married, and likely they would stay married too. He chuckled when she said that she ended up dead and broke as ever. "My love, you won't need money now. You are a ghost. You can do as you please, to...

Arnost was not entirely sure what he should be feeling right now except just utter despair. The pain of losing Thorine was a cake walk compared to this. Nothing could replace Axelle and he wanted her to just jump up, yell that she was still alive and how everyone fell for he prank but it seemed...

Arnost Zhefarovich decided that it was time to go visit his family, and before appearing into the Zhefarovich Manor's foyer, Arnost looked around with his onyx eyes, before wondering if Axelle had left yet. He did not know what she was doing here, nor what she was doing in her free time, but he...

There was nothing about ghosts not being invited to attend the Ball. He hoped that Axelle Lefevre would come. I missed her carrying his last name, but there was nothing he could do about it now. They still had a lot of fun together, and he loved it. Arnost floated into the ballroom where he...

Mate

Oh./outoften You look like my wife. But less hot. And not as fun.

Arnost smirked playfully before he started to reminisce on some of the good old days when he was alive. When he and Axelle were more than just husband and wife, but they were partners in crime, they had loads of fun. Arnost figured that now he was a ghost, he could still do those things, just...

Arnost never would leave her, and he thought that haunting her would be a blast. He could really have some fun floating in while she was dressing, or showering. Oh being a ghost was going to be everything one could ever dream of. He never regretted hanging on to that sliver or life that he still...

It was strange, because it was as if he were still in fact alive. Arnost may be this floating have-been being, but he was simply one of those type of people that just never gave it up. Arnost looked down upon Axelle, wishing that he could hold her, kiss her and ravish her. However all he could...

Arnost wondered what could his still-alive wife could ever do to stop him from doing whatever now. He might not be able to physically touch her or use magic, he did not need it. The Dark Mark was still on his ghostly skin, and him as a ghost was one of the most amazing things that anyone could...

Arnost looked down at Axelle in a curious manner. He could see the ferocity in the woman's eyes and he could tell that she was not pleased at all. Why not be pleased at all to see him? Arnost thought that he was one of the best men that had once walked this earth, and the one that understood him...

The one that arrived that had been alerted as there was someone in here with the children. Arnost loved his children so much, and he wanted to be there as they grew up, always had been one of his dreams. Now even though he is dead, he would be able to take care of it. The one that had been...

Even after dying, Arnost had been dead for almost a year now, and somehow he had lost track of his beloved daughter, Vixen. Also, the ghost of Thorine had vanished as well. If their love was true love, then why would she have left so suddenly, and where was his daughter? Christian seemed to have...

Arnost had the most sour look on his ghostly face right now. The one that could not get along with Vladislav the most was none other than Arnost himself. Now that Arnost was dead, he could not do anything to the living which completely ruined his afterlife. The least he wanted to do was kill...

Arnost Grigor Zhefarovich was back. Though no one had noticed his form yet. He was floating high on the ceiling, and toward the back. He had mastered the art of moving around, so this was a breeze. He was attending his own funeral. Arnost decided that now would be the best time. He floated on...

--Arnost watched with an evil smile on his lips when Alphonse Snow fell to his inevitable death. The green light took away life, and he glanced over at his daughter once more, before nodding lightly. She gave him the opening to take away his life. Arnost felt he power surge through his blood...

[color=transparent]--Blood pumping in his system faster now than ever before, as the blood just seeped through his robes, continually dripping onto the floor. Arnost had no idea how much trouble he was in, but his mind remained focused on Alphonse. Arnost needed an opening, and just as that...

--With a roll of his eyes, he noticed that the idiot was still talking. Arnost knew that words had gotten around about his activities a while back, but he did not care in the least bit. However, words were words, and that was all they were. Arnost pointed out with a cocky smirk, "Better than...