sacrificial bull and honey wine 👀👀 for emberino
Sacrificial Bull: For an inner monologue my muse has about yours.
I should not be friends with her. I really shouldn’t. She’s, like, the muscle of the Court, or whatever. Her job is basically to hurt people, okay, and all for the King. So maybe she’d be a helpful friend, in terms of, like, learning how to harm people. Because that’s a skill that I need to have, now. Because that’s what my life is, now. The point is, though, I shouldn’t get close to someone who’s so into what the fey are all about and all. Human lives have absolutely no value to them -- I’m probably just another plaything to her. Just something to distract for a little fun.
When I die, she won’t care.
Honey Wine: For my muse to describe yours while ridiculously drunk.
“She knows Leonardo DiCaprio. Okay? Do I have to say anything else? I am two degrees of Kevin Bacon from Leonardo DiCaprio! Or maybe it would be one, now, since I’ve been to one of his parties. Oh yeah, that too: she brought me to a party on Leonardo DiCaprio’s yacht. There were supermodels there. But anyway, Ember is hilarious and super-fun and she’s one of those that looks like she could kill you in ten seconds flat and could kill you in ten seconds flat, okay. Basically, don’t give her an opening, because she will kill you. And it only takes her, like, ten seconds to change her mind or mood about something so, like, be careful with her. If you get on her good side, though. Man, are you in for some fun.”