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[taurusvolkov]

Estate Warming || Merry&Taurus

The wolf's gift rattled like the first stages of a haunting as he dropped the hemp bag it was carried in inside the jester's new home. He'd voted for him, having stared at the options for some time trying to mostly determine what would be best for his daughter. Other candidates were less...erratic, that was probably the best word, but he really didn't trust how connected to the other courts they were. If he could say Merry did anything it was exemplify what Destarin was, and, for Taurus anyway, he doubted any of the courts could even fathom the desires of the man enough to manipulate him, which beyond amusement would be helpful for preventing their sticky fingers getting into the towns business.

Still, he was shocked when Merry'd actually won, less about the deatils that followed, having heard the drunken Governor had stumbled home with a date that evening. It had brought the smallest of smirks to the wolf's lips as people had gossiped the next few days across taverns and squares. Certainly it helped him feel a confidence that he might revisit the jester. Check in, as it were.

"Didn't want your new place lacking for the appropriate...safety features," Taurus told his new Governor, the light sheer fabric of his blouse hanging loosely down his chest. It was still hot to him, even if they were starting on the colder months of the year, the winter wolf would not feel at home until snow was beneath his steps. Merry could probably see it, the way sweat sat around the strands of hair at the sides of his neck that had been missed by the metal sword pin he had it tied back in. The pin, like the few steel chains hung around his neck were enchanted to remained cold, like ice to the touch but it was rarely ever enough to stop him overheating inside buildings or beneath the blistering sun at the height of the day.

"Can put them in if you like," he added, flexing fingers with a collection of steel rings, most featuring swords or wolves to their design, some having obsidian, onyx, or alexandrite to them. They were just a hint at the wealth the wolf wasn't incentivised to display and end up robbed for in a town like Destarin, though his gift of chains had been specifically chosen for the jester, and so more expensive than the ones he'd shown up trying to offer before the strawberry moon.

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[bellamychevasym]

Roles Revised || Merry&Bella

Bella placed the new regal golden headdress, complete with eyelets made of gold and bells on each tip, upon the jester's head as the pair of them sat on the deep red rug in the expansive room of fabrics. An addition to Valentin's estate upon her arrival, Bella unsure what it had specifically been before but now each wall had rolls and rolls of fabrics Bella had always desired but could never fit into her's and Merry's tiny apartment. Many of the rolls were already quite small, the fabric hanging from dress forms around the space, some garments clearly for Bella or Valentin, while other's evidently were clients from the hues and the styles.

"A golden headdress for our new Governor to preside over his council in," Bella smiled, adjusting the ribbons that fell down past his cheeks so they still allowed for his sweet brown curls to show. She was cautious about his appointment, even though he had been able to express a true desire for the role to keep him safe and to offer something that may prevent future harm. Bella's caution was mostly how difficult it was to subdue his recklessness, a recklessness she worried, especially after what had happened when his name was announced, might get him killed.

Allowing her hands to fall into the lace fabric of her gown, hung between crossed legs, Bella observed her friend in his new item. "You should know, I accepted the offer the Withermore King made to me. On a condition that should not cause too many issues," she informed him because Bella felt the only fallout would be with the man's family who would feel their position afforded them the ability to do as they liked. "I asked him for the man who poisoned my wings so I might exact personal justice upon him."

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[bellamychevasym]

Strawberry Moon Overnight || Merry&Bella

The vampire had risen just before nightfall, crawling out of her coffin still half asleep. One might have assumed the bed, of sorts, to be quite clean but each time the lid opened the box sized for two was filled with parchment and papers, glass bottles devoid of their contents but with flecks of dry red around the opening, and occasionally flowers. Still half asleep she began to clean her overnight mess as she waited for her roommate, placing the bottles in a carrier so she could wash and refill them, putting the parchment into a small suitcase and the flowers momentarily placed in a bucket as she could not throw them out the window until the following night.

It ate her time up until the jester returned, even able to begin some embroidery as she sat upon his bed. She was working on something for Merry, threading ribbon through bells as she made various panels for a potential jacket. With each thread through ribbon the bells jingled softly, the same sounds she had heard through her coffin when he had left for the faire. Bella herself was not overly envious, but she did worry on him, hoping his performance would go well.

By the time she heard the door begin to open she was on her third panel, cuttings of ribbons covering her night dress, and bells sitting in a small bowl next to her. “How was everything?” she asked without greeting, hopeful he at least would not smell like piss or beer from some performance that had involved ruining him in some capacity.

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[evelynscourge]

After Show || Merry&Evelyn

The older woman's horns in their blood hued red spiked out broadly from just behind her temples, curling back to go up and out, their spikes as sharp as thorns. These horns all evening had been complimented by the various fires burning in the establishment, causing the shadowing of them to shift across her dark hair and over her brow, even casting her silhouette against walls. Evelyn herself had become so used to them, just as others of varying species became used to their own unique appendages, but there was something to be said for the fullness of them when the woman had taken to the stage at the start of the evening to summon a variety of imps to cause chaos within the club for the rest of the evening. They were like a crown, a show of position and power.

But now the imps had all suffered varying deaths - all of which that had simply sent them back to her father's realm in a circle of flames - and customers had left, so Evelyn was simply sat at the bar waiting as various guild members or other employees who worked the establishment prepared to leave for the evening. The power that her horns had displayed now seemed far less theatrical, and instead acted as much a compliment of her being as her soft red lips did, or the fullness of her cheeks. Amongst her own people it was easier to let some of the walls fall down.

"Another?" the bar maid asked as Evelyn lifted the glass up, allowing the dark liquid to rush over her tongue and down her throat before letting it sit back down on the worn wood of the bar. The woman's fingers touched at one of the indents, as the bar top had many from the frequency with which blades were cast down on it in threatening or genuinely aggressive ways. The print of her finger remained circling some of the markings on the wood as she shook her head. "I can get it," she answered, an affirmative in that she did want another but also that no, she would not ask them to stay to get it for her.

The bar maid nodded, removing the apron she wore wrapped around her alcohol stained corset, shifts in the deep burgundy from where the alcohol of some drinks had bleached the material slightly. It wasn't long before she left, while Evelyn proceeded to lean across the wood for whatever alcohol was within reach.

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