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If you were expecting anything mystic or fancy, you’re all kind of disappointed, because the series of events is thus:
Truck seems to concentrate for a moment, then blows an atrocity of mana right out of their metaphorical ass.
And you all powerpoint transition to Hell.
Well, maybe Hell is a little harsh, but it certainly ain’t daises.
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maria: would'st thou like to live deliciously
that’s what she says as she takes off her socks to present Toes
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“I thought he would NEVER shut up.”
He promptly stated, holstering his gun and promptly stepping over the freshly murdered corpse. This victim in particular hadn’t exactly done anything wrong, merely voiced the wrong opinion at the wrong time. And with the killer being the way that he was, he naturally was going to overreact just a tad.
“Oh, I’m sorry– Did YOU want to kill him?”
@londoria || Discovered the Poet.
Quiet footsteps paused in their motions, sandaled feet sore from the distance they had walked. With a scrutinising gaze did V allow his eyes to glance around, inward senses signalling him of a nearby presence but as of yet he did not call upon his demonic familiars. There was little need when he was yet to discover friend or foe and his curiosity proceeded all else. “Whom is there?” He called, the clink of his cane against the ground narrating his support.
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“the battle fields have just been recently emptied of bodies, but there are remmants of armor among it.” another foreign lady of sorts, and he feels hesitant to be tour guide, but lady chacha will certainly not do it. a recent battle, win or lose it doesn’t matter, the bodies are being removed from the field while he plays tour guide. “Is this your first time on the field?”
"Dost thou favor this, lavishing attention upon thy person?" the Darkwraith crooned teasingly, talons scraping still through Simon's beard. "To luxuriate in thy mistress' ministrations~?" (BYE)
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flowery prose aside, there is directness to her words that gave Simon some pause before responding. typically, he was as quick with a response as he was with an arrow notched in his bow, but there was enough deviation in the present situation that he finds it prudent to immerse himself in her words a moment longer. there was… something about it that ultimately had him fazed.
( it was definitely not due to how fixated he was on the contrast of the cold metal and the gentle cares of her touch. )
“Lady Yuria — ”
a low groan settled deep in his throat: imperceptible to others, perhaps, but to him it was as plain as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west. between that and the stark reality of their situation - a retainer who was more than fond of his lord - Simon had plenty to feel self-conscious about. he thought himself beyond such predictable cliches and yet-
and yet.
he took her hand, holding in place as he brought his lips to place a kiss upon its ink black veneer. bolder still, his unoccupied hand sough to busy itself in snaking around her waist, pulling her so that they were chest to chest.
“Aye, I do. You know I do. Terribly selfish of me to claim your attention when so many others are more deserving, more in need of it. And yet…”
he breathed in the scent, sighing at the familiar incense that reminded him so much of the homeland they had left in order to grant deliverance for their kind, for all hollows. a goal so great it almost seems sacrilegious to be so taken with the unremarkable wants of the flesh…
AND YET.
“Forgive me my fervid tongue, but to be able to care for you as you have for me would the greatest honor, my dear lady.” perhaps he could provide even more than that, but Simon found it prudent to hold his tongue.
at least until Yuria willed it otherwise.
Gleefully terrorizes the feathers of his Crowfeather set sleeves-- She's having a ball 'preening' them.
Lets out a reserved, muffled sigh, knowing the futility of any attempt to halt her antics. Instead, he simply continues to idly sharpen and repair his sword, paying Yuria little heed as she tirelessly amuses herself with the myriad feathers of his cloak.
“Listen I can… I can get up. It’s fine.” (for her sekiro verse `v`)
Extremely Exhausted Starters // @londoria // no longer accepting.
It wasn’t strange for him to see a stranger on the roads he walked on. Seeing one possibly injured or hurt was the norm for him. Keeping his distance, although he didn’t sense any danger, he only peered at the other.
❝ Are you all right? ❞
