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i was baptized in the blood of the goat && laid upon the alter not knowing i was their supper

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medievaljournalist

its a bright new day i hope i dont get mutilated

#* ⛥ ･ﾟ:* —— ❝ THE WORDS UPON THY LIPS ( MUSINGS. )

lanky creole corpse boi, abel sketch from earlier

#* ⛧ ･ﾟ:* —— ❝ MY ART #// i havent drawn him in awhile

cosmicdreamt

She blinks innocently at him when he looks back at her, cup still in both hands and pressed to her lips. She knows the only reason he called some of her habits 'weird' was because he wasn't used to that type of attention being on him - not in the way that she gave it, anyway.

Light purple stared into the indigo liquid as he surprised her with just a little bit more lore for the day.

Hmmm. Cute. Sharing his favorite childhood tea with her, huh? She hid the smallest smile still behind said cup.

"I see." But she says it in that way that you know she's connecting dots and just not saying anything about it. "And has purple always been a color with meaning in your life? Or was its frequency something more recent?" Until like five seconds later anyway.

baphometed

❝ don't psychoanalyze me so early in the day. ❞ he gave a resigned sigh, before sitting himself back against the sofa with a loud sigh. when she focused on him like that, it made things complicated in his head and he didn't like that. it made him self aware and that was not a fun thing to be for him.

❝ purple is magic, but it's also the colour of a bruise. ❞ he was leaning more towards bruise right now rather than when he made the tea. there were also other things purple represented in his life, but he wasnt going to get so sentimental while she was teasing him.

❝ .... ❞ he forced himself to look out the window so he didn't look at her. he didnt have his hoodie on to retreat back into (which he was now realizing was a big mistake). ❝ drink th' fuckin' tea. stop lookin' at me. ❞

#cosmicdreamt #// thats the curse #// hes like 'youre bein weird. ' in the nicest way because he cant bring himself to be angry

cosmicdreamt

She examines him while taking another sip of said tea, more out of curiosity rather than suspicion. She could get a vague idea of what he might be doing, deciding not to ask any more questions on that and letting him work. She liked to watch him (when allowed) when he was around to do things like this.

The mention of food and cooking brings a sparkle to her eye, however.

"Let me know what you'll need. I'll go grab the groceries and take Aurora to get some air." A beat. "Unless there's a specific type you're looking for, then we can go together."

Neff remembers how thorough and particular Abel was about his cooking, and it's not to much that he wouldn't trust her to get the right stuff if he told her what he needed but more that he had a preference for getting them himself so he could be certain. She understood. She was the same.

"Tea's good. By the way. Any particular reason for this one? Or was this just the vibe for the morning?"

baphometed

Abel continued his writing for a moment, trying to get his thought on the paper in his journal. There were only a handful of pages left so he'd likely have to bribe his 'uncle' into making him more pages. it wasn't like abel couldn't do it himself, but it was very time consuming and letting 'arthur' do it was one of the last connections back to ellie he had so he'd take what he could have in that regard.

❝ guess we could go together. ❞ his voice trails off, while hes writing, getting lost between writing in french and replying back to her in english. it always made his accent twinge a bit more when he was caught between both in a weird place. his journal was a polyglot of languages.

when he realized she was watching him, he glanced over to her with a confused look then shrugged his shoulders at her questions about the tea. ❝ felt purple. purple is the best when it comes to readings on a monday. ❞ which was about as much information as anyone would get. he took another sip of said tea before swirling the cups liquid around the glass idly. ❝ it was also my favorite when i was little. i dont really taste it much now, no matter how strong i make it. ❞ he blames the grave mouth. he determines everything for the tea off smell, and thankfully for neff it wasn't an intense floral taste.

#cosmicdreamt #// abel vc: you look like my favorite tea

familyabolisher

my unreliable ass could never be a narrator

#* ⛥ ･ﾟ:* —— ❝ THE WORDS UPON THY LIPS ( MUSINGS. )

❝ i dont know yet. ❞ abel replied, his tone still a bit sleepy to what it usually would have been in the morning. he did sleep in a little longer than usual. weather it was a good or bad thing was yet to be known, but he was up now and had tea so it meant he'd stay awake for the time being.

he took a sip from his own glass before setting it aside to open the journal to a written page, that was filled with what appeared to be intentional scribbles. he ran his fingers over the top of one line as if he was reading it off touch. there was a focus and practice to the action- then he turned several more pages into the book to the nearest blank page and began to write.

for as odd as abel was, he was very skilled at making complex teas. the particular one he made this morning had butterfly pea as a key component to it; bits of it towards the bottom of each cup- intentionally not strained out of it. the red flowers on top werent so much used for the taste as much as it was garnish to make the colour richer. it was something pretty to look at..... probably.

❝ might cook later. realized earlier that andouille pasta sounds good. ❞ he'd go raid her pantry later to figure out what she had and what'd he'd need to get. depending on how much was missing, would determine how deadset he was on cooking. ★ @cosmicdreamt

#cosmicdreamt #// its always fun when abel decides to cook #// given that its something hes actually good and structured about

cosmicdreamt

She's looking up 'how to get a man to elaborate on something he said a month ago when he normally refuses to get into his feelings'

baphometed

worse still is that he still will not elaborate on what he meant by it. she chose him and she has to live with the consequences of wanting answers and knowing she wont get them in the way she wants.

#cosmicdreamt #// hes just 'she looks angry.... oh well. not my problem'#// when he doesnt want to take the credit for her constantly being baffled by his genuine good moments #// she can go be perplexed by some other guy