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"Goodnight prayers come too often, and we are not interested in cherubic faltering. Give to us the promise of an ancient tongue, and we will find you a Cathedral. Eat and drink of our flesh and blood, and we will make you holy." {RP blog for Human!Cannibalistic!AU! Inspired by "Hannibal" Read Important Link} {Much material on this blog may be triggering, explicit, and NSFW. Please read Mun Rules} [No material posted belongs to me. All credit to respective owners.] Tracking: "quietusgrace"

[quietus-grace]

FYI

This blog is no longer going to be role playing, but for the sake of all that I've created, I'm keeping it up.

Thank you for a temporary experience, but oh well.

[aluox]

[quietus-grace]

Falling from Grace || evil-souls-fromthefire

"Boring." Arthur had lit his third cigarette, letting the smoke settle in the air and fill his lungs. It's been months since he last killed, not that it was a bother, he needn't have to clean up the messes he made, which were usually always an annoying chore. But everything was so quiet. Nothing happening, nothing interesting. Things have gotten dull. "So boring." It already took a few attempts for Francis to have the man simply relax; of course he didn't even consider doing that as he continued to constantly work until he finally gave out a few hours prior and lit up a cigarette. The blonde sat at his office desk, the tea growing cold, the snacks Matthew had brought up to him had possibly gone bad, his piles of work now neglected. He glanced at the drawer that held the pentagram the good mister Devil had given him. He contemplated whether or not he should open it to see if it was still there as if to check the reality of it, but without realizing, he had taken it out, rubbing the surface of the pentagram with his thumbs. "....absolutely boring." He tossed it back into the drawer, leaning back and giving a heavy sigh.

[quietus-grace]

homework so brb

[kirono]

Kuma dooby doo, where are you? We got some work to do now.

[quietus-grace]

[ Look out it's the only straight guy in the family. ]

[fracturedfigurine]

I’m not sick, doctor. My emotions just took a hold of me. I’m fine…really.

[he lets out a sigh but soon smiles at the man (unfortunately the smile doesn’t reach his eyes)]

It seems I was being rude; I haven’t offered you anything to eat or drink. Are you hungry or thirsty?

[quietus-grace]

[ Watches him carefully, sighing, nodding, and sitting back in his respective chair ]

Well then, I have no need to check up on you since you insist it's not necessary. And splendid, thank you. I'd like some tea if you have any, preferably Earl Grey, two sugars please.

[rulesofthirds]

[demonicsydney]

*she laughed softly* Wench?

[quietus-grace]

[ Takes up a rag, picking up the broken glass and kettle, setting them on the counter. Begins to soak up the split liquid, rolling his eyes ]

Grab a dictionary and read the definition. Though I doubt you're puny little mind could handle such diction. 

[demonicsydney]

*She smirked* ha

[quietus-grace]

[ Turns to face her, seething ]

Are you testing my patience wench?

[fracturedfigurine]

No, i-it’s fine. It’s just that something really got to me—

[he turns his head and takes in a sharp breath, blinking away his tears and composing himself again before looking up at the man again]

I wish that we could’ve met when I was a bit more calm but I suppose that there’s nothing to be done about this being your first impression of me. I’m Mattie.

[quietus-grace]

[ Arches a brow, nodding solemnly ]

Well, in any case, pleasure. Doctor Kirkland at your disposal, Mr. Mattie. I won't intrude on the matter, but if you're feeling unwell, and if you'd allow me, I could check if you're sick. Or if you need to talk of course, I'm here to listen. 

[Did I forget to mention I'm a therapist? I'd apologize for being rude earlier, but today's my day off]

[quietus-grace]

I found a list of English Swear Words, and I just snorted 

[demonicsydney]

*She poked his back*

[quietus-grace]

[ Grimaces ]

[ His tea overflows, burning him. He drops the kettle and the tea cup, making it break on the floor, tea spilling and kettle clanking loudly ]

Tsk-- 

[demonicsydney]

*she rolled her eyes and followed* 

[quietus-grace]

[ Pours himself another cup of tea ]

[ He's simply going to ignore her now ]

[fracturedfigurine]

[shakes his head to refuse the hankerchief and stands, going to the bathroom to blow his nose and wash his face]

[he comes out after a minute and offers a tired smile] I’m sorry for messing up the piece, sir. It truly was not my intention.

[his voice is hoarse and he’s still fighting back tears but he doesn’t want to seem so weak in front of a stranger]

[quietus-grace]

[ Takes it back, folding it neatly and returning it in his pocket ]

[ His face twists in distaste, sighing and running a hand through his blonde hair ]

No need to apologize, you're obviously not in the best of moods. [dismissively waves]

[ Gazes at him ] I admire that you're keeping yourself held together, but if I'm interfering with anything, I may as well leave.

[demonicsydney]

*She grinned* make me~

[quietus-grace]

[ Takes his paper, rolls it up, whacks her ]

[ Gets up and not so politely shoves her out of the way, making his way toward the kitchen ]

I have no interest in ignorant vixens who can't properly make challenges interesting. 

[acuriousmaple]

GIMME AN I TRUSTED YOU BECAUSE I DIDNT NEED MY HEART AFTER ALL

{ You asked for it, Miss Vaz!! But I am sorry if it is bad!! }

"I trusted you, Miss Canada!" Peter shouted from the other side of the room, bound to a chair and struggling against the thick ropes that held him there. The Canadian nation in question however stood in the frame of the only door in the room as something silver and shiny glinted in her hands. 

"You… You actually trusted me?" she started, shock clearly seen in her eyes before a cold smirk came her lips, a high and mocking laugh echoing off of the stone walls. "That is rich… Oh goodness… I would have thought that even a micro like you would’ve been at least a… A little smarter with his trust… But look at you now…"

She shifted her weight to one leg, lacing a free hand on her hip as she leaned over to the weighted door to keep it from closing. “Trapped in a chair like the child you are… Such a shame…”

It was at this point that the tears forming in Peter’s eyes began to sting as he grit his teeth to keep from crying out. “Then why’d ye do it? HUH? WHY’D YA DO THA’ TO M’ FRIENDS?”

This brought Madeine’s face into one completely void of all expression as she finally flicked open the small, silver case to reveal a bloom of orange to come from it. “Why? Because… It was fun…”

With a simple extension of her fingers, the case fell to the floor and a stretch of flames began to glide along the gasoline coated floors. The girl then turned around to leave as the weighted door began to close behind her, Peter’s screams now being the only thing to right through the room.

"Tell me, Sea… How does water do against fire?"