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[wisheswagered]

“Mr... Orpheus, wasn’t it?”

While Frederick stands tall, perfectly poised and with a seemingly calm disposition about him... there’s something about his gaze that’s distant, making him look ever-so-slightly tired. It’s something only noticeable to the perceptive, and he hides it well, but that faint sense of exhaustion seems to be weighing down on him, if even a little.

“I apologize if I seemed a little blunt earlier today. What you said... rather took me by surprise, is all.”

@ncveliist ( starter! )

[crownshattered-a2]

@ncveliist inquired: "Why do you insist on provoking him?" For Emily

⁕| Questioning Sentences |⁕

" I am not trying to provoke anyone! " Emily always avoided upsetting people, if she could help it. She was a woman who simply wanted to be left alone. Having people be upset with her only made her paranoia worse, and she knew better than to let such a thing have a tight hold on her.

And Freddy Riley was...a pain. They both knew who each other were by now, and since they were stuck in this manor anyway, they've eventually come to just avoid each other. One of Emily's greatest regrets was what happened to Mrs. Remington, but... There was nothing that could be done anymore. So Mr. Riley had all of this hate for Lydia Jones that he could do nothing with, and so he just hated Emily. Every little thing set him off. And while she couldn't blame him, it was still so aggravating...

Emily took a deep breath to calm herself; it wasn't like her to get so annoyed like that. " I didn't do anything to 'provoke' Mr. Riley... He just doesn't like me. " For reasons she was not comfortable disclosing.

[wisheswagered]

"you know you're just about the worst liar i've ever met." for Frederick.

Frederick frowns in displeasure as the grip on his cane tightens ever so slightly. What an irritating, infuriating thing to be told - especially since it very well may be true from the novelist's perspective.

"You're awfully quick to assume you know everything about me, Mr. Orpheus." he responds quickly, words sharp and tone clipped. The problem is that Orpheus very well might know all there is to know about Frederick - or as close to as he can get, anyway. He's seen through Frederick's excuses so far, and he's clearly a sharp man, but Frederick has no way to know what exactly he's keeping hidden himself.

Infuriating. That arrogance most of all.

"But like you said. I'm sure you've done your research."

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Continued from here with @ncveliist~

Orpheus… Yes, that was a name she was vaguely familiar with. Emily used to enjoy reading in her youth, but ever since becoming a doctor, she hasn’t had any time to read for fun. Her work was too demanding. Even so, she had heard about the rising author simply from overlapping conversations and news articles. Odd… What was someone like him doing here? If he was growing in fame, what could he possibly want from coming to this manor.??

Emily was about to speak, ready to exchange polite greetings, but froze when he continued. Nothing that he said was wrong, nor overly suspicious. He was correct in his commentary. All doctors were the same in this sense, having the lives of their patients in their hands. Even so, it made Emily terribly uneasy. There was no way he could know… Her mind was simply playing tricks on her. That had to be the case. He could be talking about any doctor with his choice of words...but the fear of someone knowing about her past still ate away at her inside.

“… You’re right. Doctors must be careful. The survival of their patients depends on their choices, after all.” Although her expression was straight and relatively calm, she could feel her heart rate accelerating. This was nothing to be worried about… It’s impossible that he knew the truth… That was what she tried to tell herself anyway. “I appreciate your kind words… I simply want to help people. That’s all.” That’s all she ever wanted, and look where it got her. “I’ve heard that your stories are quite popular as of late. Where do you find your inspiration?”

[crownshattered-arch]

@ncveliist inquired:. ❝ Mr. Campbell ? do you … hear something ? ❞

⁕| In Space With Markiplier |⁕

Norton didn’t know what it was, but there was something about this man that he didn’t like. He’s dealt with enough rotten, privileged folks that he had started to be able to read their expressions. The calm way that man, “Orpheus”, smiled… It was like he knew some secret that no one else would ever guess. The thought made Norton’s stomach twist into a knot. Just who the hell was this “novelist”..??

“Probably just a bird or somethin’,” he muttered out before taking a bite out of his dinner—steak, a meal he would have never been able to enjoy outside of this manor. The whole reason he came downstairs to eat so late was out of the hope that he wouldn’t run into anyone else. Yet here he was, stuck with one of the most insufferable people in this damn manor.

Despite the flippant way he disregarded the other man's question, Norton did turn his gaze towards the window. Maybe...it wasn't just a bird. But surely none of the Hunters would be on this side of the manor...

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╰ ☆ ✧ — @ncveliist asked: " What does a child like you do in a place like this? "

↳ -: ☆ ( Unprompted. ) ☆ :-

╰ ★ █║ ⁞ —ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 did they look up, staring at the unknown man. Truthfully, they had absolutely no idea what they were doing in this mansion either. All they had saw was a hiding place ... and then a bunch of BOOKS. Too bad most of them were far too complex for their terribly behind reading level.

╰ ✗ * . ⊹ ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ I don't know ! I was trying to READ this but it's really hard ! ❜