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Milo..can we talk?

- @noseeumimperium

[He drops his bag and sits beside them on the couch, attentive as ever as they fidget with their hands]

Of course, always baby

[They fidget for a while before shakily exhaling as tears well up in their eyes]

Milo I.. Milo, I'm pregnant. And..and I wanna keep it.

[His jaw falls agape at their words as he finds himself unable to do anything but hug them tight as tears flood his face as well]

Sweetheart..

I will support ya all the way. This is as much my child as it is yours, so we're in this together, yeah?

[They sob into his shoulder, hugging him back, nodding]

Yeah... together. always.

I love ya, Sweetheart... both of ya

[He chuckles through tears as a hand makes its way down their back, rubbing them gently and soothingly]

I love you too, mi..

[He pulls them into his lap, letting them rest their head in the crook of his neck as he rubs their side]

How far along are ya?

Far along enough.. a couple weeks to a month..

[He hums softly in acknowledgement]

Whaddya need from me, sweets? Other than the obvious

[He smiles softly and kisses their cheek]

I dunno much about this, but I'll learn.. for ya..

[He chuckles quietly]

Both of ya..

Right now...I just need you here with me..us..

Anythin for you, my Sweetheart

Milo..can we talk?

- @noseeumimperium

[He drops his bag and sits beside them on the couch, attentive as ever as they fidget with their hands]

Of course, always baby

[They fidget for a while before shakily exhaling as tears well up in their eyes]

Milo I.. Milo, I'm pregnant. And..and I wanna keep it.

[His jaw falls agape at their words as he finds himself unable to do anything but hug them tight as tears flood his face as well]

Sweetheart..

I will support ya all the way. This is as much my child as it is yours, so we're in this together, yeah?

[They sob into his shoulder, hugging him back, nodding]

Yeah... together. always.

I love ya, Sweetheart... both of ya

[He chuckles through tears as a hand makes its way down their back, rubbing them gently and soothingly]

I love you too, mi..

[He pulls them into his lap, letting them rest their head in the crook of his neck as he rubs their side]

How far along are ya?

Far along enough.. a couple weeks to a month..

[He hums softly in acknowledgement]

Whaddya need from me, sweets? Other than the obvious

[He smiles softly and kisses their cheek]

I dunno much about this, but I'll learn.. for ya..

[He chuckles quietly]

Both of ya..

Milo..can we talk?

- @noseeumimperium

[He drops his bag and sits beside them on the couch, attentive as ever as they fidget with their hands]

Of course, always baby

[They fidget for a while before shakily exhaling as tears well up in their eyes]

Milo I.. Milo, I'm pregnant. And..and I wanna keep it.

[His jaw falls agape at their words as he finds himself unable to do anything but hug them tight as tears flood his face as well]

Sweetheart..

I will support ya all the way. This is as much my child as it is yours, so we're in this together, yeah?

[They sob into his shoulder, hugging him back, nodding]

Yeah... together. always.

I love ya, Sweetheart... both of ya

[He chuckles through tears as a hand makes its way down their back, rubbing them gently and soothingly]

I love you too, mi..

[He pulls them into his lap, letting them rest their head in the crook of his neck as he rubs their side]

How far along are ya?

Milo..can we talk?

- @noseeumimperium

[He drops his bag and sits beside them on the couch, attentive as ever as they fidget with their hands]

Of course, always baby

[They fidget for a while before shakily exhaling as tears well up in their eyes]

Milo I.. Milo, I'm pregnant. And..and I wanna keep it.

[His jaw falls agape at their words as he finds himself unable to do anything but hug them tight as tears flood his face as well]

Sweetheart..

I will support ya all the way. This is as much my child as it is yours, so we're in this together, yeah?

[They sob into his shoulder, hugging him back, nodding]

Yeah... together. always.

I love ya, Sweetheart... both of ya

[He chuckles through tears as a hand makes its way down their back, rubbing them gently and soothingly]

Milo..can we talk?

- @noseeumimperium

[He drops his bag and sits beside them on the couch, attentive as ever as they fidget with their hands]

Of course, always baby

[They fidget for a while before shakily exhaling as tears well up in their eyes]

Milo I.. Milo, I'm pregnant. And..and I wanna keep it.

#my sweetheart 🩷💚#redacted imperium #redacted imperium milo #redacted imperium roleplay

[His jaw falls agape at their words as he finds himself unable to do anything but hug them tight as tears flood his face as well]

Sweetheart..

I will support ya all the way. This is as much my child as it is yours, so we're in this together, yeah?

Milo..can we talk?

- @noseeumimperium

[He drops his bag and sits beside them on the couch, attentive as ever as they fidget with their hands]

Of course, always baby

Hey there, stranger

@imp-milo-greer

Hi handsome..

[They smile, pulling him into a firm but gentle hug]

How are you?

#redacted imperium #redacted imperium milo #imp!milo #redacted imperium roleplay #redacted milo #redacted roleplay imperium

[He chuckles, running his hands up and down their back before picking them up bridal style, pressing a soft honey sweet kiss to their forehead and carrying them to the couch]

Well I've got you here, so I'm good and thrivin, Sweetheart..how was work?

Thoughts on tank, kihel and sam?

They're happy that's all that matters goddamn you people are nosy

Well hello sailor..

Hi.

#redacted imperium milo #redacted imperium #imp!milo #redacted imperium roleplay

You carry yourself with the confidence of a much taller man

/ref

Get the fuck outta my asks anon.

#this is a joke #redacted imperium #redacted imperium milo

[She gently squeezes Asher's hand again, trying not to let her worry over his condition show, she can feel it fraying her control. A hundred scenarios run through her mind as to what torture he'd been forced to endure. She's gotten small senses from his dissociated comments but she couldn't see that deeply into his mind. She wants nothing more than to shrink herself down, bury her face in his chest and hold him as tight as she can. But that's not what he needs in this moment. She has to remain strong. At least until they get back to the den. She does end up shrinking herself down to 6'6, subconsciously trying to be a further comfort to them both]

@ashertalbot-imperium

We're Out.

[The relief in her tone is palpable - like she had been holding her breath from the moment she rifted into the Spire - but there's still an edge, out but not safe. Not yet. The sense that this was too easy still sits in her chest.]

( @strongwilled-whistleblower @the-other-pack-member @imp-milo-greer )

[He scanned his surroundings, tense, as if waiting for something to jump out at him. Instinctively, he goes to touch the ring that hangs around his neck — "It's not there". His expression becomes even more cloaked and he doesn't acknowledge her touch]

…

[A figure exits a car that was hidden on the other side of the street]

Auva! over here!

[A spike of fear shoots through him when he hears their voice followed by a familiar dread. He stares at them, letting go of Auva's hand. He doesn't believe he's safe yet]

What do you want from me..?

[They pause, having been ready to bolt across the street, confused as to why both Asher and Auva had stopped]

what the hell..?

dont tell me hes worse than i thought

[Auva had made it two steps before she felt the change in Asher's emotional state, the metaphorical light at the end of the tunnel died as his grip slackened and his hand slipped out of hers. Felt all the more poingantly by her enhanced demonic processing and reflexes making it feel like slow motion. The rejection further frayed her tenuous control on maintaining her form and made her realize she was still focusing on muting the cores of every person they's passed within the length of that original hallway. She released the suppression but it did nothing to recoup her magic.

She turned to face him, her dropped hand recoiling to her aquamarine teardrop pendant. Her brow furrowed as he spoke, with her control so faded and the heightened emotional state, she did not notice the subconscious shift of her features. Her eyes in particular, unintentionally forcing Asher to stare into the eyes of his dead mate - something she had been infinitely careful about never letting him see, even in the throes]

Wh- To Bring You Home.

[The final word echoed with a dual timbre of her own voice and David's]

Asher? Please?

Stay With Me...

[He looks up at her. His eyes widen for just a moment, before the light behind his eyes fades, tears roll down his cheeks]

Why do you persist? If you wanted to break me, you've done it. You did it as soon as you used her against me.

[He smiles, though there is no joy behind it. He reached up to the empty spot on his chest where the love for his dead mate once resided.]

If you wanted to kill me you've done it, so you can forge what's left of me or leave me to die. But don't keep me here any longer, I beg you, your majesty

[They slowly cross the street, their eyes fixated on Asher and Auva, trying to pick up on the conversation the two are having]

Auva..? hey.. whats going on..?

the others are waiting, we need to go..

[They stop on the sidewalk, a good amount of space between them and the two individuals. They blink at Auva's twisted features and Asher's hopeless demeanor]

oh god..

[Tank throws the car door open, getting out and taking long strides over to the other side of the street. Their eyes fixated on Asher, prepared to just grab him and run at this point, only for their steps to slow to a stop as they see the tears streaming down his face]

Ash? Auva? what’s going on?

[As Tank looks between them all, trying to piece things together, their expression melts from the tense one they held only moments before to a softer, more concerned look]

…we can’t just stand around, we need to get you two out of here.

[Milo follows, clear worry in his eyes]

What the fuck did he do to you..

[He throws a concerned look to Auva, nodding along to what Tank says before speaking up]

I can..bring the car over, if that's easier. Whatever gets you both outta this place as quickly as possible.

[She knew she had hurt him, however unintentionally, when the unfocused-hyperfocus of his gaze went cold. His words hurt to hear. She could feel her features continuing to shift, the flow of her magic ghosting across the skin of her paper thin shell, but did not have the focus necessary to control it. Kitty's vitiligo Tears formed as her eyes David's eyes followed his hand to the center of his chest where she knew a gold band should rest on a chain. A chain that was no longer tracing along Asher's neck. A gold band that should have matched the one on his hand, only a tanline left to mark where it was meant to sit.

Kill me, leave me to die, your majesty. The words were like daggers to her heart, making the tears spill over. Unbidden, unrelated to the current moment condescending voices from her memory welled up Tsk you're such a pretty crier.

Auva's attention was pulled away from Asher and her own memory by the sound of her own name. She turned toward the voice to find Kitty. Her visage shifted instantly. Being aware of the magic did not stop it from reforming her jaw to an exact match of Asher's.

Her name again, from the other side, Tank and Milo both got to see their former Alpha's eyes before the magic changed her again. She felt the fangs dig into her lip and knew the eyes shedding tears now were likely no less disturbing for them to see. Her lips, nose, and facial shape were a dead ringer for Milo's Stealth mate. She struggled to refocus, fighting the urge to fall to her knees. Right. They had to get out of there still.]

Yes. The Car. We... You.

Asher? Will You Come? Back To The Den?

[It was only through conscious effort there was no strange amalgamation of layered tone. But it did make her 'voice' shaky.]

[As this was going on, they had watched in horror as Auva's face contorted, taking on other people's features. They took a moment to glance at Asher and take in his physical appearance]

(no external wounds.... just out of it.... and.. oh.. his rings....)

[They tense up when Auva directs her attention to them, eyes immediately snapping to Asher's her jawline; they find it even harder to keep their composure now than when they had to step out of the car to calm down. Hearing Auva's strained, multi-layered voice only pushed them closer to their breaking point]

Auva.... what....

....

where are his rings..?

[Tank watched, dread settling deep in their chest, as Auva’s features continue to morph into new ones. Their breaths coming quicker as they watched the warm, familiar eyes of David’s shift into a redder hue… into his. The gaze now much colder and harsher, but still all too familiar. Both eyes they hadn’t seen in years, except ‌in nightmares.

They take a step back, their body acting preemptively on their behalf. Their features hardened and their hands balled to fists at their side, attempting to put on a tough front despite the tears building in their eyes. Tank desperately tries to gather their bearings to just move on, screaming in their head that it was only an illusion, instead they turned their head away from the sight altogether.]

i’ll… i’ll go open the backseat just, get him in the car

[Asher watched Auva's face shift like water, frozen in dread.]

Wh-what- Why..-

[Each person flickered in and out of existence, like a reel of memories unfurling out of her control. His breath caught in his throat. "This is a dream, it has to be". But why is the air so thick? Why are the shadows so deep? Why can they see it too?]

I gave you my answer, "Auva"

[He says her name with an unfamiliar contempt]

You can stop trying

#ooc: kinda short because i just wanted to hurry and get it out 💔#redacted imperium #redacted imperium milo #imp!milo #redacted imperium roleplay #redacted milo #redacted roleplay imperium #redacted milo greer #redacted asmr #milo greer #imp!milo greer

[Milo's eyes remained slightly widened as Auva's features continued to contort and twist into familiar faces. He exhales heavily before looking to Asher, his frame shaky]

Ash..you gotta come home bud

[She gently squeezes Asher's hand again, trying not to let her worry over his condition show, she can feel it fraying her control. A hundred scenarios run through her mind as to what torture he'd been forced to endure. She's gotten small senses from his dissociated comments but she couldn't see that deeply into his mind. She wants nothing more than to shrink herself down, bury her face in his chest and hold him as tight as she can. But that's not what he needs in this moment. She has to remain strong. At least until they get back to the den. She does end up shrinking herself down to 6'6, subconsciously trying to be a further comfort to them both]

@ashertalbot-imperium

We're Out.

[The relief in her tone is palpable - like she had been holding her breath from the moment she rifted into the Spire - but there's still an edge, out but not safe. Not yet. The sense that this was too easy still sits in her chest.]

( @strongwilled-whistleblower @the-other-pack-member @imp-milo-greer )

[He scanned his surroundings, tense, as if waiting for something to jump out at him. Instinctively, he goes to touch the ring that hangs around his neck — "It's not there". His expression becomes even more cloaked and he doesn't acknowledge her touch]

…

[A figure exits a car that was hidden on the other side of the street]

Auva! over here!

[A spike of fear shoots through him when he hears their voice followed by a familiar dread. He stares at them, letting go of Auva's hand. He doesn't believe he's safe yet]

What do you want from me..?

[They pause, having been ready to bolt across the street, confused as to why both Asher and Auva had stopped]

what the hell..?

dont tell me hes worse than i thought

[Auva had made it two steps before she felt the change in Asher's emotional state, the metaphorical light at the end of the tunnel died as his grip slackened and his hand slipped out of hers. Felt all the more poingantly by her enhanced demonic processing and reflexes making it feel like slow motion. The rejection further frayed her tenuous control on maintaining her form and made her realize she was still focusing on muting the cores of every person they's passed within the length of that original hallway. She released the suppression but it did nothing to recoup her magic.

She turned to face him, her dropped hand recoiling to her aquamarine teardrop pendant. Her brow furrowed as he spoke, with her control so faded and the heightened emotional state, she did not notice the subconscious shift of her features. Her eyes in particular, unintentionally forcing Asher to stare into the eyes of his dead mate - something she had been infinitely careful about never letting him see, even in the throes]

Wh- To Bring You Home.

[The final word echoed with a dual timbre of her own voice and David's]

Asher? Please?

Stay With Me...

[He looks up at her. His eyes widen for just a moment, before the light behind his eyes fades, tears roll down his cheeks]

Why do you persist? If you wanted to break me, you've done it. You did it as soon as you used her against me.

[He smiles, though there is no joy behind it. He reached up to the empty spot on his chest where the love for his dead mate once resided.]

If you wanted to kill me you've done it, so you can forge what's left of me or leave me to die. But don't keep me here any longer, I beg you, your majesty

[They slowly cross the street, their eyes fixated on Asher and Auva, trying to pick up on the conversation the two are having]

Auva..? hey.. whats going on..?

the others are waiting, we need to go..

[They stop on the sidewalk, a good amount of space between them and the two individuals. They blink at Auva's twisted features and Asher's hopeless demeanor]

oh god..

[Tank throws the car door open, getting out and taking long strides over to the other side of the street. Their eyes fixated on Asher, prepared to just grab him and run at this point, only for their steps to slow to a stop as they see the tears streaming down his face]

Ash? Auva? what’s going on?

[As Tank looks between them all, trying to piece things together, their expression melts from the tense one they held only moments before to a softer, more concerned look]

…we can’t just stand around, we need to get you two out of here.

#ooc: i hope i did that right HSGDJDFNBF

[Milo follows, clear worry in his eyes]

What the fuck did he do to you..

[He throws a concerned look to Auva, nodding along to what Tank says before speaking up]

I can..bring the car over, if that's easier. Whatever gets you both outta this place as quickly as possible.

(scene building)

[A few blocks away from the Imperial Spire, the nighttime hid a nondescript car in shadow, it's occupants anxiously waiting for the signal to kick them into high gear]

@the-other-pack-member @imp-milo-greer

[Tank sits in the backseat, their jaw set and their eyes focused firmly out the windshield of the car. Their leg hasn’t stopped bouncing since they got in, getting more restless by the second]

How long are we going to wait for a fucking signal?

[They fiddle with the charms on their cane, clearly anxious and distressed. They glance back at Tank from their place in the passenger seat.]

as long as it takes. we cant risk going in there— or rather, attempting to. we'd be shot down by god knows what the moment we tried to step on the grounds.

[They sigh, turning their attention back to their charms]

we're all anxious, but we have to trust that Auva knows what she's doing. we have to trust that she'll get Ash out of there alive.

[Milo clenches his teeth, his breath uneasy]

She will. She has to.

shes been in there before. if anyone can survive that place, its her.

[They stop fiddling as they glance out of the window again, their anxiety becoming more apparent]

though, i will say, im getting more worried. i wouldve thought she'd gotten him by now.... but good things come to those who wait..

Yeah.

(scene building)

[A few blocks away from the Imperial Spire, the nighttime hid a nondescript car in shadow, it's occupants anxiously waiting for the signal to kick them into high gear]

@the-other-pack-member @imp-milo-greer

[Tank sits in the backseat, their jaw set and their eyes focused firmly out the windshield of the car. Their leg hasn’t stopped bouncing since they got in, getting more restless by the second]

How long are we going to wait for a fucking signal?

[They fiddle with the charms on their cane, clearly anxious and distressed. They glance back at Tank from their place in the passenger seat.]

as long as it takes. we cant risk going in there— or rather, attempting to. we'd be shot down by god knows what the moment we tried to step on the grounds.

[They sigh, turning their attention back to their charms]

we're all anxious, but we have to trust that Auva knows what she's doing. we have to trust that she'll get Ash out of there alive.