#blightsbite

[occultacarne]

As his dreams fade and become nothing more than what they were meant to be (A memory), Sebastian's eyes open slowly. It's been so long since he's felt his body this light.

He doesn't dwell on the feeling long. When he sits up, he's quiet and looks to Vanth, who sits at the window seat, eyes gazing out the window.

"..."

And he remembers. Vanth had been in his dream. Eyes are slightly widened in surprise at that notion. He... did not recognize Vanth then.

"My Dove."

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[hanabisays]

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It'd be embarrassing for Vanth to just pop into the place she used to live, thinking she was still there. Yet, knowing that she should text him to let him know she moved proves harder than necessary. She's lying in her new bed, in her new room. It's taking some time getting used to, with the changes and all, but it isn't difficult.

....

Okay. Here goes.

Text: I moved

Text: Here's my new address

Text: --- -- --- Cotes Ward --- -- (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

SENT!

Hanabi stretches, and in the process of doing so, drops the phone right onto her face.

"ACK!"

[hollowfaith]

𝕾𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖍!

There's the sound of windows shattering in the study downstairs at Sablespire before somebody steps inside with his shoes crunching over glass. He's adjusting his gloves after the punch as he walks, his one good eye skimming the contents of the room before giving a derisive snort.

Even here, there was no accounting for that demon's taste. Just because his ceilings were higher didn't mean he had better choices in furniture that filled it—those books on the shelves didn't look a day older than 50 years by the bindings, and the whole place smelled so offensively new.

But Aurelius Vane-Tempest, Patriarch of the Vampires, pauses when he catches whiff of a new scent in the air. It is young, yet still imbibed with the familiar stench of his arch-rival. He can hear the blood rushing through its veins and footsteps hurrying his way and wonders, with some morbid form of curiosity, what new manner of pet Sebastian is keeping around his estate this time.

Then it crosses the threshold and he's staring down a pathetic little thing in a not-sexy-at-all silk gown with awful pants and some badly mussed hair. It has four limbs, a head, and a vaguely mortal countenance, so he assumes it is less pet and more plaything.

"...your stature leaves one desirous of amelioration," the vampire lord remarks mercilessly while examining his own jeweled cufflinks.

"I am apt to assume then, that the Ever Amorous has granted you his title of favorite in the cyclical replacements of paramours pampered? Naive waif, you are to him the bursting fruit set still to cut on the counter; he will drain you dry and spit out the pits as promises to lure in his next wasted feas—"

(He's still talking...)

[ilsecng]

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"That should be enough to sustain you until our next one." It's a shame that the Entity was weakened drastically, but It was fine. Ilseong just has to get rid of the body like he's always done before. The Entity is content with the soul its devoured and floats beside Ilseong as he works the body into being hidden and out of sight.

"Let's head home so I can clean up." The man's hands are covered in blood. His dress shirt touseled and messed. He turns and stops in his tracks when he notices someone standing behind him.

"Ah...Caught red-handed." Literally.

[thiefandlyre]

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For some reason, Octavo finds himself drawn back to Crimson Lane, even though he knows he can't make money here. Perhaps it's the crowds. They always enjoy his music, and that alone lifts his spirits.

Vanth is not difficult to spot, pallid as a ghost in the waning light. Octavo sends the Lute away the moment he catches sight of the other man. He starts to stand up from the edge of a fountain he'd been perched on, but hesitates.

Was attempting to apologize even worth it? If he considered the outcomes, either Vanth would stay mad at him, possibly pop him like a grape with those shadow hands of his, in which case that'd be another death but otherwise nothing would really have changed. On the other hand, he might be forgiven. And... besides, it would be the right thing to do.

Sighing to himself, he slips through the crowd, calling out. "Vanth. Wait. I need to speak to you."

[kleinstar]

“Rumor has it you got kidnapped, tied up, and then they broke your nuts forever when you didn’t comply! That’s so metal!!!” This game of telephone is getting out of hand.

Send “Rumor has it...” And a rumor about my muse (ACCEPTING)

" That's not -- I was ...technically delivering a birthday gift-- "

He's shout-whispering all this.

" It was just an accident!!! I know that guy's not beyond kidnapping me and stuff but this wasn't the plan!! And they will get better ok!!!! They just need a little rest... "

[innerbeast]

DRAWING MEME !! ( not accepting )

i let time get away from me on these i'm so sorry skdgn waited so long i had some style improvements (?) i didn't forget about youuuuuuuuuu

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[vcinglcry]

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"You just gonna keep poppin' around wherever I go? Don't you have more important things to do?" First, it was his home, and now, he's here at Dream Djinner.

"I thought your husband would have all your time, busy doing whatever the fuck."