#dani-dimitrescu

[rottingkiss]

'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.❞

[gideon-the-lizard-king]

“Is it always this strange around here?”

"My dear, you have no idea."

[marchandmodeste]

Do you have any goodies for me today?

"Oh, Daniela, my dearest." The Duke clasps his hands across his chest, a big smile on his face and his voice syrupy-sweet. "Always. Give me just a moment."

With a bit of effort, he leans over and pulls a box out from under the table. He sets it in front of her with a satisfied sigh and does a little flourish with his hands. Inside are a few things he had set aside for Daniela- some paperback bodice-rippers, silver bracelets and sparkly earrings, and a mechanical bird with a key in its back.

"There we are!" Then, lowering his voice with a conspiratorial smirk. "Don't tell your sisters."

He says that every time, as if Bela or Cassandra would have any interest in the kinds of things Daniela usually wants.

[casssanguine]

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.

[diedindulvey]

"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.

[holy-mothxr]

@dani-dimitrescu: ❛ You don't look so good. ❜

"What? I don't-" Before Miranda could choose to reprimand Daniela for thinking her insultingly ill, she feels liquid trail down her cheek before dropping down to the table before her. Reaching up, her fingers come back starkly black.

This wasn't right, the rare times she'd come over to break bread with the Dimitrescu's all had been fine but this time? This time there was something sinister afoot and she had caught on too late. The ick of mold leaking out of her eyes was only the beginning as finally symptoms of burning in her gut doubles the priestess over in her seat.

Now the mold dribbled thickly from her lips and could not be so quickly wiped away with a neat handkerchief.

"What is the meaning of this?! Whoever is responsible for this treachery will pay in pounds of flesh!" First things first, overcoming the poisoning of her flesh was all she could focus on.

[armaduraplagas]

@dani-dimitrescu - Why are you so tiny? [to Ramon from a curious Dani :)]

Why are you so tiny?

Ramon's lips tighten reflexively at the observation made by the much taller woman. How could one be so dense as to point out the obvious? And not only that, but the castellan had also gone to great lengths to make it known he would not take kindly to having his deficient height acknowledged whether out of bullheaded curiosity or not.

"How very... Astute of you my dear." Nevertheless, he manages to keep his temper under wraps knowing full well what family he was dealing with. The matter of his height would be otherwise ignored as he did not feel obligated to explain anything to the girl.

"You are one of the famed Lady Dimitrescu's daughters yes? The wine your family produces is rather exquisite."

[wrathful-and-sullen]

@dani-dimitrescu

Daniela scowled at the mention of her dead mother and looked away. The wounds of her loss were still fresh and Heisenberg's words acted as salt. "I guess I'm doing okay…I thought you, Donna and Moreau were all dead." Winters had defeated her mother, so she doubted that the other lords would have been able to stop him. And as far as she knew only Castle Dimitrescu withstood the explosion. Most of the things she had in her backpack were family memorabilia. Their necklaces, Bela's diary, Cassandra's favorite dagger. Even two bottles of her mother's wine. The redhead sighed and took out a lighter, handing it to him. "I need the case and the lighter back. They belong…belonged to mother. But you can keep the cigarettes." She said as she went to pick up her earlier dropped rabbit. "You hungry, uncle Heisenberg?" she asked as she sat down opposite him.

Karl couldn't light the cigarette fast enough. He took a drag and then exhaled, savoring the aroma of burnt tobacco. It wasn't much, but it was just a little normalcy. He closed his eyes, the peppery flavor familiar to him, almost as good as food...

"I needed that," he muttered. He wrapped the cigarettes in leaves, having no twine to bundle them together, and pocketed them before returning the lighter and the cigarette case. Karl eyed the dead rabbit, and just as he was about to ask where she'd found it his stomach growled.

"Shit... I guess I am."