#darlinglilithstarling

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starter for @darlinglilithstarling

“Alright, lady..” The teen remarked annoyingly, unsure of just how the conversation could get worse. All he’d been wondering is how she managed to find a dress with such a specific pattern, granted pulling a gun on her to get an answer wasn’t the best way to do it. 

“Just tell me where ya’ got the dress. I needa find one for somoene.”

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@darlinglilithstarling​ cont. 

So she is referring to...that.  In all honesty, he hadn’t considered it, and it had nothing to do with appearances or attractiveness, or even sexuality. He’s not a prude, even if it’s often assumed so, and he certainly doesn’t lack a libido, even if he’s not loud about it. Perhaps for her, it had something to do with being a source of safety, for as often as his presence alone had been threat enough to drive away those who - as far as he’d known - sought to harm her, he couldn’t justify such a pursuit and defy her trust. To make her feel like the duty merited something in return, was an act all too familiar of his old habits. 

A helpless smile makes his lips uneven as he takes the skewer back and stows it away; though he could eat it all, overeating is in poor health. But he understands her threat, and can only hope she’d prevail - not for any self destructive ideals, but for the sake of maintaining this unknowing illusion that Lily is indeed a good person, and he would deserve to die at her hands should he ever betray her. 

“I’ll hold you to that,” he answers, pointing his own skewer toward her before taking a bite of it. He reaches back into the cooler and removes a cob of corn, grown from a nearby settlement and pre-steamed to make it far more edible. With a mouth half full of chewed meat, he continues. 

“I don’t think I’d make a very good partner, Lily. There’s things...I can’t tell you. Things I do-” things that must be done, “-things I wouldn’t want you to carry.” Being an Agent comes with its catch, of course, and though he’s called typically for the most desperate times in the challenges met by The Railroad, there’s never any reassurance that he’ll be back. He swallows, and that smile has long since faded, even as he passes the corn instead to her. “You’re a good person, I’m only trying to be.”

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@darlinglilithstarling​ cont. 

“If you had your way,   I’d never get a damn thing done.” 

She trusts him - a mistake that will eventually reveal itself, if only Ozias could falter in a single step. He’s wise to keep her at arm’s reach on his whereabouts, perpetually offering her just enough information to keep her mind at ease while simultaneously accomplishing whatever it is he’s really out to satiate. Lilith is a thing he finds entertaining, in the way that a cat plays with its pray before it’s torn to pieces. 

“What could possibly be that important anyway?”

[sansregret]

26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?

The Poinsetttes live in the nicest area of Goodneighbor.  Although certain sects of society place value in living in pre-war houses, Vladimir did not want the bother with the inevitable hassle and costs that would come with maintaining a historical house (especially considering the fact that most remaining have mild to severe structural damage) and instead bought a spacious post-war house that used to belong to a Goodneighbor club owner.  Yves (who previously rented an apartment) moved in with him after they married and the house has slowly become overrun with all 500 of his hair products.

The main floor has the parlor, their offices, the kitchen, dining room, and Vlad’s workroom.  The lower level has a place for wine, food storage (that’s where Yves’ hoard of preserved food is kept; he gets very distressed if it ever runs low), and the play room.  Upstairs has the guest room, library, a sitting room/bedroom, and the master bedroom.  The wood in the house is dark and the paint in most of the house is green.  The kitchen is big, gets a lot of light, and has gauzy curtains.  The guestroom has white wallpaper with dainty pink and blue flowers.  The master bedroom has a dark red and gold brocade type wallpaper.  Their bed is exceptionally large (it can fit at least three people in it, which is fine by Yves) and it has approximately one billion pillows because Yves keeps coming home with pillows.  There are a lot of plush rugs now because Yves has trouble keeping warm now.

Yves’ taste in clothing is very seasonal:

Spring: dove grey suits, pastel shirts, floral ties, the occasional flower pinned to his suit.

Summer: cream suits, linen suits, seersucker suits, white or light blue shirts, pops of color in his ties or pocket squares.

Autumn: brown suits, tweed suits, tartan, flannel, a lot of orange and red and yellow, gold.

Winter: dark grey and brown suits, jewel tones, a giant fucking fur coat.

Yves is a small, slender, pale ghoul (he is, in fact, bony as hell.  The transition to ghouldom was very rough on him and he lost a lot of weight) that’s notable for always being very well dressed.  He has long, straight, silver hair that’s yet to fall out, which he normally wears either straight around his face or pulled loosely into a low tail.  He is very fond of hats.  He has wide, full lips, black sclera, and while he doesn’t have much visible damage, he does basically look like a corpse.  His teeth are large and a little crooked, and he has long fingers.  He’s lost earlobes and his nostrils and the bottom half of his nose have crumbled away, but he wears fashionable prosthetic noses (often in unusual colors or materials) that cover this.  He wears horned-rimmed glasses.  Everything from his accent to his word choice to his gestures is carefully crafted and honed, everything practiced, and he can sometimes give off the appearance of being a little off, a little too fake and manufactured.  Sometimes his smile is bright and his eyes are terribly, terribly dead.

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🥀- A ship you would never do

{Muses that are minors. There are no exceptions to this rule. If the muse in question is under 18 I will not ship them with Tristan.}

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@darlinglilithstarling continued from here

“Too bad you’re not counted in that. Don’t half ass your threats with a sharp tongue, you look like an idiot with no spine.” 

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@darlinglilithstarling ❤️’d for a dual-muse starter w/ Ozias

     No matter how the Agent had fought for retribution from a past paved with bones and cemented in old blood, the ghosts continued to haunt him. From the influence Lily - Lilith - had inflicted upon him, he had succumbed to his primal beast in ways he could never abandon. 

     Coated in the viscera of his adversary’s comrades, he merely glanced back in the woman’s direction while stony eyes remained fixated on the Gunner Commander a few paces in front of him. Twisting, red flames danced along the length of the Shishkebab Quade held fast by his side; fed but still hungry. 

     “This is how it has to be.”

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@darlinglilithstarling​ ❤️’d for a dual-muse starter w/ Astrid

     “It’s just for one night. I-- hope you understand.”  He didn’t expect her to, and if he was being completely honest with himself, he wasn’t confident that Lilith would have the patience to tolerate a guest - let alone this one. But she’d surprised him before; maybe he was hoping for confrontation so his own impatience would be justified. Still, the task at hand would need to be completed, and getting the rogue Synth moved to Bunker Hill was a high priority, even if he couldn’t tell her why exactly.