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@dani-dimitrescu
✿ So you finally came to see me!
Roleplay blog for Daniela Dimitrescu from Resident Evil Village. Mun is 25+ and OC/Crossover/AU friendly.
Everyone falls for me in time! ✿
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#Beloved Mother - Alcina Dimitrescu
#The Smart One - Bela Dimitrescu
#The Huntress - Cassandra Dimitrescu
#The Scrap Lord - Karl Heisenberg
#The Doll Lord - Donna Beneviento
#The Fish Lord - Salvatore Moreau
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𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠: (𝘅) | @dani-dimitrescu
Now that caught Cassandra’s attention. The maid writing about Bela in her diary? Oh, that did sound interesting. Although… Did the little mouse even have a diary to write in?
Cassandra tilted her head like a predator in the middle of a hunt.
ㅤ「ㅤ𓆦 ↝ “And do you think she has a diary? ”」ㅤㅤ────── She asked. Her flies began to buzz more agitatedly, some of them even crashing into each other out of Cassandra’s sheer sadism: if the maid truly was in love with Bela, she was most likely suffering.
And other people’s suffering was something the middle sister enjoyed very much.
ㅤ「ㅤ𓆦 ↝ “Yes, yes… Exhausting. ”」ㅤㅤ────── She muttered, making a dismissive gesture with her right hand.
ㅤ「ㅤ𓆦 ↝ “Maybe, Daniela, we should get to work. We wouldn’t want them to have a hard time now, would we? ”」ㅤㅤ────── She added after a brief pause.
Truthfully, Cassandra wasn’t agreeing with her sister for her sake, but out of interest.
Perhaps she could sink her teeth into someone sooner or later. And although Bela was terribly protective, the idea of having a personal blood bag didn’t excite Cassandra as much as it did others.
Daniela’s eyes lit up, the shift in Cassandra, from dismissive to invested, was all the validation Daniela required. In her mind, the change of mind solidified her theory not just as a passing observation, but as a stroke of sheer, overlooked brilliance. The redhead clasped her hands together, nearly vibrating in place as her thoughts began to cascade into a fever dream of possibilities.
"I don't know for certain if the little mouse actually keeps a diary," she admitted, her tone sharpening with a sudden, predatory curiosity. "But we could easily find out." Daniela tilted her head, her gaze drifting toward the ceiling as she began to paint a masterpiece of obsession. "Oh, can you imagine?" Her voice dropped into a conspiratorial whisper. "What if it's full of Bela? All the dirty little secrets…."
She let out a dramatic, sharp gasp and seized Cassandra’s arm, her grip tight and buzzing with excitement. "Cassandra, think of it! All the secrets we could learn. The leverage we could have over Bela!" She let out a dramatic laugh and seized Cassandra’s arm, her grip tight and buzzing with excitement. "We owe it to ourselves….and to the truth, to see just how deep this little tragedy goes."
'it’ll be better tomorrow. things’ll smooth out, you’ll see.’ for Alcina
EVIL DEAD SENTENCE STARTERS
Clenched hands soon unfurl ever so slowly at her daughter's reassurance. How she wishes to unleash her WRATH on everything AND everyone within the walls of her property. Yet . . . what good would it do to have bodies littered throughout the castle and destroyed furniture that is awfully DIFFICULT to get for her size? The girl is right: perhaps tomorrow will bring better.
❝When did you become so WISE? And here I am . . . acting like the child.❞
"I have my moments." she said, nudging closer without a second thought until she was practically leaning her entire weight against her mother. She lifted her chin, radiating a fleeting, triumphant pride. "After all, my mother taught me very well....I’ve inherited a fraction of her wisdom. You should meet her, she's an extraordinary woman."
Her expression softened as she glanced up into Alcina’s face. "I don't like it when you're angry, Mamă," she admitted. The words were quiet, unusually so for her, and carried a rare, unfiltered honesty.
Slowly, almost tentatively, Daniela reached out and hooked her fingers around one of her mother's gloved hands. "When you're angry, the whole castle walks on eggshells. Everyone gets nervous." She squeezed gently. "...Including me." It was a confession she would rather choke on than admit to anyone else, let alone her sisters.
Seeking comfort, she rested her head lightly against Alcina's arm. "I like it better when you're laughing. Or when you're reading to me." A wicked little smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Or when you're telling Cassandra she's wrong. That's always fun."
For a long moment, Daniela simply stayed there, soaking in the quiet closeness. Then, with a soft buzzing of her flies, she pulled away. "I know what you need, Mamă." She crossed the room to the ornate side table where a bottle of her mother's favorite wine sat.
Lifting the heavy bottle, she carefully poured a deep, rich red into Alcina's favorite glass. She carried it back, holding it out with both hands like a quiet peace offering.
Lil Dani doodle for the soul
"Oh, is that so?" Daniela’s grin only grew sharper, her eyes glowing with sudden inspiration. "From now on, I’ll bring you every ‘boring shiny’ thing I find-" she started, then abruptly paused, her head tilting. "Or wait… let me show you right now."
Before the Duke could even respond, she was already moving, rising in a fluid motion and buzzing off with a burst of restless energy.
She was gone only a moment.
Then, with a rush of air, she was back, reappearing just as suddenly as she had left, a worn wooden box clutched in her hands. It landed with a solid thunk on the table before him. "There," she announced brightly, pushing the lid open.
Inside was a chaotic little hoard. Coins of different sizes and colors, clearly foreign. Old keys of all shapes. A handful of odd electronic devices, their purpose unclear to her; they had once made funny sounds, but now nothing. Plain rings. And nestled among them, a few watches, sleek and far finer than the rest, though she seemed entirely unaware of their true value.
Daniela leaned over it, utterly pleased with herself. "My collection of boring shiny and not-so-shiny things," the redhead hummed as she dug into the box, clearly not done showing it off.
"Oh, here," she said, picking up two coins. "There are quite a few of these, actually. Gold and silver… it says ‘2 Euro,’" she read aloud, the word Euro rolling curiously off her tongue. She set the coins face-up on the table.
"This one says España… so I think it’s from Spain," she added, sounding oddly pleased with herself. Then she rotated the second coin, reading the engraving carefully. "Liberté… Égalité… Fraternité," she recited in fluent French. "French… obviously." The youngest Daughter glanced up at the Duke with a grin. "I’ve been finding more and more of these over the years… in the bags of outsiders," she continued. "Not just these—smaller ones too."
She shrugged lightly. "Ah, well. They’re not that interesting, and I have no use for them… You can have everything in here," the youngest Dimitrescu said, as if it were nothing at all. "It’s just taking up space in my room anyway."
"So…" Daniela began, gesturing to the things the Duke had given her, "how much is all of this going to cost me?" As if money were ever an issue for her.
Daniela stared at him for a heartbeat, then two. Suddenly, she beamed.
The Duke’s enthusiasm was infectious; he handled her jumble of discarded trinkets with such reverence that he might as well have been cataloging royal treasure.
"You really like them?" she asked, the question slipping out before she could catch it.
Her gaze drifted to the coin nestled in his palm, then back to the cluttered box between them. For years, she had tossed those fragments into the chest, hoarding them simply because they caught the light or felt like ghosts of a story she couldn’t quite name. She had thought herself merely eccentric; apparently, she had been a collector all along.
The realization drew a laugh from her. "I knew keeping them was a good idea."
The youngest Dimitrescu settled her chin in her hand, content to watch him. She found she cared little for the coins’ worth or the provenance of the watches; it was the sheer, boyish focus in his eyes that held her captive.
When he finally proposed his arrangement, the spark in her gaze turned into a blaze.
"Oh, now that is a wonderful idea." She didn't hesitate. She leaned forward, thrusting her hand across the table toward him.
"Deal!"
The word was a pact, spoken without a flicker of doubt. Her grin deepened, sharp and delighted. "I bring you all the strange, shiny things I scavenge, and you bring me books and whatever else catches your eye."
She wiggled her fingers in the gap between them, a silent, playful command. "A perfectly fair arrangement."
𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠: (𝘅) | @dani-dimitrescu
Of course it was unusual for Bela to fall in love, and it was even more unusual for her to genuinely fall in love with a maid. The opportunity was tempting, but Cassandra's intelligence went beyond a simple desire to make things work. Besides, what if they only made things worse? Bela would wring their necks. And not only that — what if Bela's chambermaid ended up in the dungeons?
One thing was clear: Cassandra didn't care. But Bela did. And that was what truly stopped her from doing something reckless.
ㅤ「ㅤ𓆦 ↝ “ Daniela. ” 」ㅤㅤ────── Cassandra warned. Her little sister was already beginning to get carried away by her imagination.
The middle sister sighed, disheartened by the fact that Daniela seemed incapable of understanding that they couldn't meddle in matters that didn't concern them.
ㅤ「ㅤ𓆦 ↝ “ Fine, then. We'll just watch. ” 」ㅤㅤ─────── She replied. After all, the brunette found herself unable to give a firm no to those golden eyes sparkling with excitement. Of course, she would never admit it, but she loved her little sister far too much to be that cruel to her.
ㅤ「ㅤ𓆦 ↝ “ What else have you seen? Hmm? Has Bela sunk her teeth into her yet? ” 」ㅤ
Daniela’s eyes widened. "No." The answer was instantaneous, almost scandalized. "If Bela had bitten her, I would have noticed." She said it with the clinical precision of someone conducting deep, vital research.
Tilting her head, a small, knowing smile crept onto her face. "No, no... it’s worse." Or, in Daniela’s mind, far better. The redhead clasped her hands together, radiating a confidence entirely unearned by someone who had clearly invented her entire understanding of romance.
"They’re in the yearning stage," she declared. "Saw the little mouse followimg Bela everywhere, and Bela pretended not to notice." A pause for dramatic effect. "But Bela notices everything."
Daniela hummed, seemingly lost in her own narrative. "And the human gets nervous around her. Not scared nervous." She waved a hand dismissively. "The other kind. The romantic kind."
Her golden eyes sparkled with mischief. "I bet they spend all day obsessing over each other. Bela probably stares out the window all day, looking positively tragic. And the chambermaid? She’s definitely writing about her in a diary. Terrible poetry, no doubt." She seemed genuinely delighted by the prospect.
"Cassandra, what if they’re suffering? What if they want to confess, but they’re both too afraid?" Daniela pressed a hand to her chest, her expression shifting to one of sudden, startling seriousness. "What if every time they look at each other, they’re just... overwhelmed?"
She paused, a flicker of doubt crossing her face. "...Actually, that sounds exhausting."
The frown vanished as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by a dreamy, far-off gaze. "But romantic. They’ll probably run away together." She paused, considering. "Or die tragically." Her face lit up. "Maybe both."
She looked back at her sister, full of infectious, dangerous energy. "We should definitely watch them, Cassandra. Just to make sure the romance develops properly."
@ohmylittlesoldiergirl
Without a sound, Daniela drifted between the shelves of the library until she found her target comfortably settled on a chaise lounge. A grin spread across her face.
Two hands suddenly slipped over Alisson's eyes. "Guess who." Daniela didn't wait for an answer. She never did.
Instead, she leaned forward slightly, trying to peek around at the book. "What are you reading?" Curiosity immediately overtook whatever surprise she'd been planning. "Is it interesting?" She released her eyes, only to lean over the back of the chaise lounge, staring openly at the pages.
Then Daniela simply decided personal space was optional. The youngest Dimitrescu slipped around the chaise and dropped down beside Alisson, far too close for most people's comfort. Their shoulders nearly touched. "What happened so far?" The redhead was already looking at the book again. "Did somebody kiss?"
A grin spread across her face. "Or are they still staring at each other and pretending not to?"
Daniela blinked. Once. Then twice. The concern faded from her face almost immediately. "I see."
That was all. The explanation made perfect sense to her...well, mostly. Personal space still seemed like a bizarre concept to her, but Alisson had told her the truth and Daniela valued that above all else.
A small, genuine smile returned. "Okay!"
And then Daniela actually scooted away. Not much but enough so that their shoulders were no longer touching. "Now you have your personal space." she said, looking oddly pleased with herself.
Her attention shifted, as it always did, her nose wrinkling slightly. "And stop calling me Lady Daniela. And don't call me ma'am, either. You can just call me Daniela. You're practically family now." She said it with the casual finality of someone stating that the sun would rise in the morning, clearly delighted by the logic.
Then, her eyes narrowed in sudden, sharp suspicion. "Absolutely not," she retorted, preempting an excuse. "You cannot be lazy about books." The youngest Dimitrescu pointed a dramatic finger at Carmilla. "If Bela found out you skipped half of her favorite book, she would make that face."
Daniela shuddered, then took a breath and contorted her features. She dropped her jaw slightly, lowered her eyelids into a heavy, leaden stare, and pressed her lips into a thin line of profound, silent sorrow. It was a perfect, exaggerated impression of a disappointed older sister.
She held the tragic expression for a beat before letting it melt back into her usual playful grin.
"That one," she emphasized, tapping the cover. "The one where she doesn't yell because she's too disappointed to exist in the same room as you. It's a fate worse than death."
The redhead leaned in, her eyes dancing with mischief. "No, you have to read it. Besides," she added with absolute, unshakable confidence, "if there are vampires and kissing involved, finishing the book isn't a chore....it’s a moral obligation."
@ohmylittlesoldiergirl
Without a sound, Daniela drifted between the shelves of the library until she found her target comfortably settled on a chaise lounge. A grin spread across her face.
Two hands suddenly slipped over Alisson's eyes. "Guess who." Daniela didn't wait for an answer. She never did.
Instead, she leaned forward slightly, trying to peek around at the book. "What are you reading?" Curiosity immediately overtook whatever surprise she'd been planning. "Is it interesting?" She released her eyes, only to lean over the back of the chaise lounge, staring openly at the pages.
Then Daniela simply decided personal space was optional. The youngest Dimitrescu slipped around the chaise and dropped down beside Alisson, far too close for most people's comfort. Their shoulders nearly touched. "What happened so far?" The redhead was already looking at the book again. "Did somebody kiss?"
A grin spread across her face. "Or are they still staring at each other and pretending not to?"
Carmilla was a book that, without a doubt, Alisson shouldn’t be seen reading. Especially because it was about a young woman living in a castle who ends up caught in the charm of a vampire.
So, when someone approached from behind her chair and covered her eyes, Alisson jumped in her seat with a hiss. Instinctively, she slammed the book shut, letting her heart settle after such a sudden scare.
────── ❛ Lady Daniela. ❜ — she replied, already knowing who it was from the voice alone. She cleared her throat and blinked as Daniela removed her hands from her eyes.
She moved away from her as much as possible as well; she pressed herself between Daniela’s body and the side of the chair like someone squeezing a toothpaste tube to get out the very last drop. Still, she said nothing — Alisson never said anything. At least, not right away.
────── ❛ ...It’s... It's a sapphic romance book between a human and a vampire... Quite interesting, yes. ❜ — She admitted, turning redder than a tomato. It was either admit it and talk to Daniela, or let Daniela see it for herself and start teasing her about Alisson’s tastes until she nearly died of embarrassment.
────── ❛ No, they haven’t kissed yet. I’ve only just started it. ❜ — she replied with saint-like patience. ────── ❛ So far... Laura, a human girl living in a castle, has been visited by Carmilla, a vampire who claims she is there because she needs shelter after a carriage accident. ❜ — Alisson explained, wriggling as best she could in her small space to show Daniela the page of the book.
Alisson seemed somewhere between comfortable and tense. However, when Daniela mentioned that “staring at each other and pretending not to,” she became suspicious. Could Daniela know what had happened with Bela?
The young maid tried not to pay it too much attention.
────── ❛ Would you like to read it with me, ma'am? ❜ — she offered, even though her hands had already started to tremble.
Daniela's eyes immediately lit up. "Oh." The realization hit her all at once.
Of course Alisson was reading Carmilla. Bela had read that book so many times Daniela was fairly certain she could recite parts of it from memory without ever opening it herself.
The grin spreading across her face became impossible to hide. "Carmilla is Bela's favorite." For a moment she simply stared at Alisson. Then at the book. Then back at Alisson. The pieces fit together so neatly it was almost insulting.
"No wonder." Daniela giggled. A soft, delighted sound. "You and Bela get along very well." It wasn't a question. Just an observation. As obvious as the sky being blue.
She had seen the way Bela looked at Alisson when she thought nobody was paying attention. And she had certainly seen the way Alisson turned red every time Bela's name came up. Humans were surprisingly easy to read.
At the offer, Daniela glanced down at the book again. For a moment she looked tempted. Then her gaze shifted to Alisson's hands, noticing the trembling. And the way she had pressed herself against the side of the chaise lounge.
Her grin faded slightly. "...No." The youngest Dimitrescu answered surprisingly gentle. "I already know how it ends."
Daniela looked at her for a moment longer, studying her. Then tilted her head. "Do you think I'm going to hurt you?" There was no anger in her voice, only curiosity and genuine confusion.
Her gaze dropped briefly to Alisson's trembling hands before returning to her face. "Because you always do that whenever I get close." For a second, she looked almost disappointed. And sad. "......you don't like me."
"Donna!"
A blur of buzzing movement stormed through the door without invitation. Daniela barely slowed before colliding into her, arms wrapping tight - far too tight - lifting Donna slightly off the ground in a crushing embrace.
"I missed you."
Donna made a small noise of surprise as her niece flew in through the door and let in the cold air, pulling her tightly close. The stench of blood made Donna’s nose wrinkle just a bit under the veil, but nevertheless, warm hands came to gently pat Daniela’s back.
“I missed you as well, tesoro. Have you come to deliver news, or is this simply to say hello?”
Despite the flat delivery of the line, Donna was amused—her voice had never been the most expressive thing ever, let alone capable of holding as much excitement as Daniela seemed to exude on the daily. That was alright, though. Donna was still happy to see her, and she knew that as soon as Angie caught wind—
“DANI!!!!”
The aforementioned doll practically screeched the name, and the loud clattering of her footsteps could be heard as she rushed forwards and clambered up Donna’s skirt, before clinging tightly to Daniela and laughing loudly.
“I MISSED YOU SO BAD!!! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN??? WHYYYYYY HAVEN’T YOU VISITED US SINCE NOW???”
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Angie clambered around Daniela’s shoulders, giggling giddily and seemingly unaware of the chills that seemed to wrack Daniela’s body every so-often. Wooden arms tugged on Daniela’s hood as Angie moved to squeeze at her head in her best approximation of a hug that she could imagine. Meanwhile, Donna moved to close the door and lock it, before drifting towards the livingroom. “Come, tesoro, sit. I’ll start the fireplace for you, I’m sure it was freezing outside.” The sound of Donna’s smile could be heard in the sentence as she spoke it, and Angie moved to sit atop Daniela’s shoulder. “I’m doing so SUPER GREAT!!! Because youuu came for a visit Dani!” Angie’s rasped voice sounded entirely thrilled, and she began to play with a blood-matted piece of Dani’s hair. “And you would NNNNEVER be any sort of nuisance! Bela is just a silly stick in the mud and doesn’t know how to have any real fun.” Donna moved to pick Angie up once the fire began to crackle, setting her down on a couch a good distance away from the fireplace and moving a chair closer for Daniela to sit and warm up. “As Angie said, you are never a nuisance in this household. Sit. Tell me what you wish to, tesoro. I am glad for the company, and much more so that it is yours.”
"It wasn't that freezing," she muttered, a small shiver betrayed her but she pretended it hadn't happened.
"I'm glad you understand me, Angie." The redhead finally allowed herself to sink into the offered chair near the fireplace. The moment the warmth reached her, some of the tension she had been carrying seemed to melt away. Not that she would ever admit she had been cold. "Bela truly is a stick in the mud," she continued with a dismissive wave. "Everything has to be proper. Everything has to be sensible. Everything has to be Daniela, stop climbing that. Daniela, stop chasing the servants. Daniela, Mother said no." She rolled her eyes dramatically. "It's exhausting."
The complaint lasted only shortly before her attention snapped back to the reason she'd come. "Oh!" Her eyes widened. "The story!"
She leaned forward immediately, nearly falling out of the chair in her excitement. "You won't believe what happened. Mother Miranda came to the castle for dinner last week." Daniela lowered her voice. "And one of our maids poisoned grandmother. Can you believe it…..she actually poisoned Mother Miranda." She looked between Donna and Angie. "She's all better now and the maid has been dealt with but….I was really worried about grandmother."
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Without a sound, Daniela drifted between the shelves of the library until she found her target comfortably settled on a chaise lounge. A grin spread across her face.
Two hands suddenly slipped over Alisson's eyes. "Guess who." Daniela didn't wait for an answer. She never did.
Instead, she leaned forward slightly, trying to peek around at the book. "What are you reading?" Curiosity immediately overtook whatever surprise she'd been planning. "Is it interesting?" She released her eyes, only to lean over the back of the chaise lounge, staring openly at the pages.
Then Daniela simply decided personal space was optional. The youngest Dimitrescu slipped around the chaise and dropped down beside Alisson, far too close for most people's comfort. Their shoulders nearly touched. "What happened so far?" The redhead was already looking at the book again. "Did somebody kiss?"
A grin spread across her face. "Or are they still staring at each other and pretending not to?"
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𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖵𝖨𝖫𝖸 𝖨𝖭𝖲𝖯𝖨𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖡𝖸 𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖢𝖠𝖭𝖮𝖭𝖲, 𝖦𝖠𝖬𝖤𝖲, 𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖲𝖮𝖭𝖠𝖫 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖮𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲 & 𝖣𝖤𝖤𝖯 𝖠𝖭𝖠𝖫𝖸𝖲𝖨𝖲. Written by Dawn, also known as Allie. +17 mun, GMT +1.
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𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠: (𝘅) | @dani-dimitrescu
Cassandra was not someone who got worked up easily. She listened to her sister's words and raised an eyebrow, skeptical.
ㅤ「ㅤ𓆦 ↝ “ Her chambermaid? You mean that little blue-eyed mouse? Ah. ” 」ㅤㅤ────── Her tone made it sound as though the revelation didn't surprise her in the slightest.
However, the swarm of flies surrounding her body began to buzz more intensely. Agitated. Frustrated? Perhaps protectively was the best word.
ㅤ「ㅤ𓆦 ↝ “ I knew Bela had been acting strangely. ” 」ㅤㅤ────── She admitted under her breath.
A slight tilt of her head when Daniela suggested helping or tattling.
As little empathy as Cassandra had for the maids, she cared about her sisters, and for the moment, with a cool head on her shoulders, she found herself incapable of doing something so cruel to her eldest sister.
ㅤ「ㅤ𓆦 ↝ “Are you insane? If we tell Mother, Bela will be in trouble. And I doubt Bela would appreciate us sticking our noses into her business. It's better to leave them alone... And see how long the little mouse lasts...” 」ㅤ
Daniela stared at Cassandra for a moment. Then she frowned deeply.
"That's boring." The declaration came with genuine disappointment. Her arms folded across her chest as she leaned back against the wall
"Our sister has fallen in love. And you're telling me that your solution is to do nothing?" Daniela shook her head. "Where is the romance in that?"
Daniela's head tilted. "The little mouse is supposed to pine dramatically from afar. Bela is supposed to pretend not to notice. Then there should be longing." She gestured vaguely with her hands. "Letters. Staring. Secret meetings. Maybe crying." She paused, thinking. "Definitely crying."
Her eyes brightened. "Or one of them could get terribly injured." As if that was a perfectly reasonable development. "I think that happens in romances."
A horrified expression crossed her face. "What if they never confess and spend the next fifty years looking sadly at each other from across the room? That would be awful."
Then the redhead smiled. A very suspicious smile. "…We should at least observe." she suggested. "From a distance…..A very close distance."
Cassandra......I think Bela has fallen in love.
ㅤ「ㅤ𓆦 ↝ “ Mhm? And who might that poor soul be? ” 」ㅤㅤ────── Really, she understood that her sisters were pretty, but who in their right mind would fall in love with a Dimitrescu? Especially with Bela, who was stern and oh so boring when the hunt came.
Daniela leaned closer, lowering her voice despite the fact Bela was nowhere nearby. "Her chambermaid. And I think she likes Bela too." She looked genuinely delighted by this fact. "I asked her about Bela once. She turned red." A grin spread across her face. "Like a tomato!"
The redhead hummed thoughtfully. "Bela tries to be subtle about it. But she got suuuuper defensive when I said they should kiss. They are both awful at hiding it." Then, with all the seriousness of someone discussing a military matter: "Do you think we should help them? Ooorrrrr do we tell mother?"
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Send the following to find my muse: 🔪- Torturing someone ✂️- Torturing your muse 🩸- Covered in blood 💥- Fighting with someone / people (winning) 👊- Fighting with someone / people (losing) 🗡️- About to murder someone / mid kill 🧤- Cleaning blood off their hands 👁️- Watching your muse from afar 🐺- Stalking your muse 📸- Taking pictures of your muse 🪓- Chasing your muse with a weapon ☠️- Standing over a corpse 🚪- Breaking into your muse's home ⛓️- Holding your muse captive 🩹- Wounded and/or bleeding 🚓- Being arrested 🔥- Burning things 🕳️- Disposing of a body 🪢- Restraining your muse 📦- Taking a 'trophy' from your muse 🪞- Fixing their appearance after a kill 🛏️- Waiting in your muse's home 🧍- Standing behind your muse ✉️- Sending / gifting your muse something disturbing
"Oh, I went through your stuff. It's a great way to get to know a person."
"Yeah? Learn anything interesting?"
He can't imagine he did. His stuff was little more than an old-ass shotgun, a slightly- only slightly- less old-ass pistol, a few bullets, and a handful of Lei. It's not like he could take a whole Hell of a lot with him when he left home, and the village hasn't been very generous to him insofar as shit to scavenge.
Daniela’s expression was oddly thoughtful, still holding one of the bullets between her fingers as though it were a piece of jewelry rather than ammunition.
"You own a concerning amount of things designed to put holes in people," she remarked. "…But very little else."
She frowned faintly.
"I did find money. A sad amount of money…" The redhead reached out and slipped the coins back into the pocket of his pants. "You should keep it, poor Ethan."
She tilted her head slightly. "You don’t even have shiny little trinkets… Have you considered being more interesting, Ethan?"
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