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“Fair enough, on both counts.  I’m afraid nobody gives you supplies just for being pretty, or if they do it comes with uncomfortable strings.”  Erin’s not drinking tonight, less because she actively considers the place a ‘dump’ and more because she doesn’t feel like it.  “Plus it brings in the customers, dump or not, hm?”

                   “I think the drinks’re what brings’em in -- but a lovely lady serenadin’ the room certainly doesn’t hurt. Side from that, the dumpiest lookin’ places’re us’lly the best ones fer drinks.” A quick sip, followed with a wink. “Name’s Raven, by the way. Raven the Great, if ya wanna get formal.”

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i loved you so much and i couldn’t save you. do you know what that’s like, when your hands aren’t stable enough to hold something so important. to watch your own reflection drop everything precious in this world into the fire. do you know what it’s like to burn alongside, whispering, please, i tried, i swear to god that i tried

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@driftingjazzbard || starter call

                  “Ya know, yer far too pretty ta be singin’ at a dump like this.” No need for liquid courage to pull him through here. He’s only a couple of drinks in, nothing too crazy. Just enough to get him talkative -- at least a little more than usual. “But I don’ blame ya. When money calls, ya gotta go for it, right?”

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@vigilhearted || starter call

                  “Aww, c’mon! Can’t’cha just put that behind’ja?” So Ragou’s little human-holding dungeon wasn’t as fun as it sounded. Not fun at all, really. “Ya ended up stoppin’ him in the end. Dunno why ya still get so in a tiff over that stunt.”

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give a 🖤for a small starter. ;) pardon the upcoming rustiness.

[blastiahearted]

give a 🖤for a small starter. ;) pardon the upcoming rustiness.

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Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

No deleting questions, either!

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you don’t wanna be high like me                                                      never really know why like me

                                                darlin’ all i know are sad songs                                 independent raven / schwann / damuron written by alli                                                           hq | rules | redacted

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                 “Didja miss me, baby?”

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Grabs the coat and runs!!

                 And she’s off! Of course, the guy can’t do a thing but grin. Should he chase after her? Ah, nah. They say birds are always quick to find their way home. They’ve done it before, they’ll do it again. 

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"Raven Oji-san! Ahoy!"

                 Ah, and here comes trouble in the form of a tiny gal pirate! Old man can’t say he ain’t got a soft spot for her, though. “’Ey there, Miss Patty! Don’ be comin’ ta tell me ya got’cher self inna load’a trouble’n ya need ol’ Raven ta get’cha out.” Because honestly? He is the last person that should help with that.

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Alfred hesitated a moment, but the teen’s warmth reassured him, and he burrowed into his side for more of it. “Thanks, Damu,” he mumbled. It was another moment or two before he collected himself enough to peek out at Damuron again.

“Dad took Mom and me riding once. It was a long time ago.” For kid-values of a long time; maybe a year. “She was feeling good enough to go, I remember that, and she sat me in front of her, and Dad led. That kinda happened really, I remember we went riding.” He rubbed at his eyes. “But I don’t think we really went to the building we ended up in the dream, and then when we got there, it turned all dark and scary and —”

He cut himself off with a hiccup from the strain of holding back the tears. “And this big black shadow grew out of it with a million tiny red eyes and little snappy teeth and Daddy tried to stop it but it ate him, and it wanted to eat Mom and she just wouldn’t move and — ”

               His description starts off simple enough, trailing into a darker territory. It sounds nothing like any dream he’s ever had at that age, but then again, it’s said that most humans forget their dreams afterwards anyway. So that makes it surprising that Alfred would even remember this one. But the more he continues, the more Damuron can see why.

                “You...you can stop,” he says quietly when Alfred begins to struggle towards the end, his arm wrapping around the child to pull him closer. That was enough for the teen to get the gist; had the boy continued anymore, Damuron would have felt bad for even asking about the whole thing. “It’s over now though, okay? And it wasn’t real. Your mom is fine,” Can’t say the same for his father, though. “You’re here with me and I ain’t gonna let a thing happen to you.” His hand moves to ruffle the kid’s hair and he flashes a small smile in his direction. He’s not happy, not in particular. But for the kid, he’ll try his best. “You wanna stay here with me, or try to make it back to your bed?” 

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She's quick to find him when the day ends. Today, it's a surprise she has tucked behind her back. It's not the most cleverly hidden, but it's a surprise nonetheless. "Try to guess!" She's not one for mischief most days, but when the mood strikes, it lights her eyes ablaze.

               Oooh, guessing games. Well, he’s no good at it, but he’ll try at the very least. He cups his chin, humming as he looks her over and tries to get a peek at what’s behind her. He’s unable to really gauge anything, unfortunately. Just his luck. “Try’ta guess, eh? Hmm…” Blue eyes look up as he thinks some more, but he ends up sighing defeatedly already – not without a smile, though. “I dunno, darlin’. I think ya got me.” Can’t think of anything he’d like as a surprise, anyway. Except – “Only s’prise I ever want’d was you, ya know~”