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“...Damn, wondered what reeked of morgue.”
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@bellcdcnnc -- ;
“...Damn, wondered what reeked of morgue.”
“ is our situation not dismal ? ”
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—– –♕: “perhaps yours is, my dear caelia.” frothy white orbs scanned the midnight sky, taking in the sight of the cosmos laid to bare before her eyes as she and ludivico stood in the middle of the barren plain. “nothing is ever dismal for long, though. this schism is only temporary, the faithful shall soon away back to my side, for they know what TERRIBLE WRATH i am capable of rendering. before you know it, we shall be restored to our former glory and those who have transgressed shall pay dearly for their insolence.”
“I have so many questions.” YOUNG-ISH JULI AHHHHHHHH
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❝ Of course you do, my love, and I shall endeavor to answer as many of them as I can. Within reason, of course. ❞ She paced about in front of Juliette, the stem of an iron goblet held betwixt her fingers, crimson pools following Ludivico as he dutifully milled about the room looking for a suitable outfit for the young girl to wear to the ceremony later that evening.
❝ Go on, then. Ask your questions. But you must promise me not to fuss when Ludivico dresses you this time. Time is of the essence. ❞
❝ I would rather tell you your fortune, actually. I’ll even make it free of charge. A special discount for such a charming woman. ❞
The silhouette of something furry stirred in Vincent’s lap, the twitching ears of a grey tabby just waking up from its second nap of the day rising just above the table. Francisco was such a good boy, even if he weren’t exactly real by the strictest definition of that descriptor. Reaching below his chair, the fortune teller retrieved his prized tarot deck, emblazoned with ornate, occult symbols of yore. Setting them on the table, he affectionately ran his fingers across the cat’s chin, humming a tune better suited for the calliope.
❝ What do you say? Shall we begin? ❞