Any annoyance she may have felt quickly faded after noticing how confused they looked. The accusations weren't entirely baseless but maybe she could have approached it better. Slumping down in her seat, Yanfei huffed quietly, trying to find a way to explain what happened without seeming crazy. It was already rare that a situation lingered on her mind for this long - the last thing she wanted was for him to think poorly of her too.
"Ah, I'm sorry Alys. There was just this strange lady the other day. Gold eyes, kind of tall... If she's not your girlfriend, you definitely have a stalker."
SEND ME Ⓐ AND MY MUSE WILL RATE YOURS / @heincus .
big sigh. ❝ unfortunately , yer jus’ my type. odd , witty , emotionally stunted , vulgar . . . a very bad decision based entirely on me an’ what I know ’bout me. I do like yer nose a lot , too. ❞
ATTRACTIVENESS:
repulsive || hideous || ugly ( he's a fucking liar ) || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words
not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex
LEVEL OF FRIENDSHIP:
never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend
FIRST IMPRESSION OF THEM:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
CURRENT IMPRESSION OF THEM:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
HOW GOOD OF A KISSER:
worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed
Tapping the end of his pen against the counter as he asks. He knows demons can change form, he could- kinda, technically-, his mom could not that he's ever seen her, and like surely a lot of them could. But how do piercings not transfer? Maybe he should've asked that before, better late than never yeah.
❝Does the metal like fuckin', pop out or something? Did you waste like at least a hundred I would say on the cheap end on piercings just to lose them next time you want to look like someone else?❞
" it's deeper than that. " strahd is admittedly impressed. most people have usually succumbed to one of three things by this point. they have failed the charisma check and are frightened of him. he's drank them dry ( still on the table. ) or they've attacked him. the boring route. most adventurers don't even make him break a sweat. though anya and cordova do a good job sorting the riff raff out of the castle and eating the weak ones. delirium seems transfixed by their drawing in strahd's estimations.
it's tantalizing. being the muse again. he hasn't been in so long. not since his last bride, his beloved, forlorn and disloyal emil. oh how he missed the presence of art in the process. he thinks as delirium stays completely focused on the task at hand. but he then answers. " i can feel them. the sufferings of their people. the blood in her soil. the choking of the mists. the choking from my own fingers. it's difficult to feel all at once. " / @heincus gets a continuation
she can hear the shuffle of steps in the dimly lit darkness . . . she can only see as far as her hands could reach , her room lit by candles that never seem to go out . lifting her head , golden eyes fall upon her ❛ visitor ❜ as they approached her . a small smile on baiyin's lips that barely reaches her eyes , hands folded atop her lap , a tilt of her head has her silver hair tumbling to the side like a waterfall . ❝ a rare visitor . . . ❞ she coos , ❝ i don't get many of those here . . . ❞ the goddess muses softly , ❝ to what do i owe of this pleasure ?? ❞
"i’ve done all i could and it never means anything to you." hokori. full of venom, angry and she's had enough for now. its a cycle of getting into a fight, fucking off for a few days, and then coming back and passing out on the couch like zarina's never done anything wrong to her and how the experiment is always desperate to stay in zarina's good graces. like she wants to just be perfect for zarina. the weapon desperate for someone's affection and attention. lonely. and easy exploit.
@heincus
How self-important of her, Zarina thinks while listening to Hokori's words. Even without her saying anything, the firefly will find something to do and something to justify. This game of back and forth was fun to watch until it wasn't, but for now, the silverette didn't hesitate to show her knowing smile to the other despite the fire being spit out from the other's mouth with those sharp words. No one made Hokori stay here, no one made her remain here, no one made her do anything. Zarina knew she could do everything and anything with her team just fine. If anything, it was fun to watch Yajuu act like this; it made her seem like a spectacle happening right in front of those golden eyes without needing to pay for tickets.
"Aw, but I never asked you to do anything," she bites back her cruel cold laughter, leaning back against her chair while crossing her legs. Zarna's gaze is mocking yet examining, she brings out the appearance of a teasing mistress with her attitude only to see what else will be shown to her. The way Hokori's eyes light up and show that bite, but the winter maiden knows her sparkle of flames will come back to her without hesitation. Later, days or weeks later, she will be back. This was an addiction, a reliance, a curse gifted to the one who bears fire within her soul. Or was it? Perhaps, it was self-inflicted as well since Zarina didn't need Yajuu for anything. It was helpful that she would do some things with just an inquiry, so desperate to please like a good puppy. Zarina Sokolova had never been a good person, her heart was as cold as the touch of frigid death itself, and her wish to entertain herself was more important to her than almost everything in the world aside from her own family. "I've discussed and mentioned plans, but you were always so eager to take them on. What a good volunteer you've always been. Your work has always been appreciated. Have I not rewarded you enough? You should simply ask for it."
