#mistymayor

[mintteaandmemory]

Meeting the ex-son in-law

mistymayor:

“Yeah.”

“Tea’d be nice.”

“That’s good!”

[Mrs Stanford turned to look at one of the maids and, with a small wave of the hand, requested that the tea be brought in.]

“I’ll admit, I’m a little surprised to see you here! I don’t mind it: today I’ve had so many visitors! In fact, you just missed Brenda. She couldn’t stay to have tea. Speaking of which-- would you also like some pastries? We have cookies and  eclairs.”

[mintteaandmemory]

(▰˘◡˘▰) for both of my clarks

Here you go you filthy weeb

[mintteaandmemory]

your husband has walked out on your family after you put out for him for years what a sucker

“For the hundredth time: Hershel is just busy, but he’s still part of the family!”

[She sighed, though she seemed annoyed, the statement didn’t really seem to shake her up.]

“... Are you a friend of Mr Triton?”

[mintteaandmemory]

Are you Brenda's mother? (From mistymayor)

“Mr Triton! It’s good to see you again.”

[Mrs Stanford said, smiling at him.]

“Would you like some tea? Brenda gave me a packet of leaves the other day, they’re quite delicious!”

[mintteaandmemory]

“Hi Mrs Reinel. Happy mother’s day?”

[The woman bristled when she saw his face--! But. He was holding out flowers. Beautiful blue flowers. She lowered her guard, and accepted the gift.]

“...Mr Triton?”

[She asked, tentatively.]

“Are you the same one that... tried helping me in Misthallery?”

[pheramoreandnidaphyx]

Great. Another metrosexual motherfucker. You a demon, too? (from mistymayor)

“Demon? Hardly. I’m as human as you. And there’s nothing wrong with having a bit of taste - which clearly you lack.”

[mintteaandmemory]

Once more, with feeling

@mistymayor

[Brenda was sitting in the library, poring over an old-looking tome. The glasses that helped her translate the text instantly were on her eyes, and for good reason. The manuscript in her hands seemed to be on nothing but random gibberish that looked too sophisticated to be fake. However, her reading was cut short when she noticed the man come into the room.]

“--Mr Triton.”

[She said, bowing her head just so.]

[lordsheol]

continued from here

   -- Damn, that’s unfortunate. I wish I could help with your-- peculiar situation, but I’m afraid I got nothing on me to help diffuse the curse, even with being the Father of all demons. 

   It’s just like I said-- everyone works in their little way and it’s not as easy as counting one-two-three. It involves a much more complicated procedure to lift a curse out of a mortal, and even then, it’s a fifty fifty situation.   But I do wish you luck, living with it. It’s not easy.