#saphireign

[ofimmortalis]

"My, it really has been years, hasn'it?!"

Heels tap softly on the floor as he seemly steps out of the shadows. Like some ghost, with the silver hair and all to boot. "And yet, despite all this time I'm still fresh on your mind, no? My beloved, would it be brash for an old bloke like myself to say that he missed you?"

Starter call for @saphireign

[wolfofwinchester]

@ominasapphirus​ said: Don’t badger me!! >:( @saphireign​ said: Cordelia would like a refund. She is no martyr :/

“Ooooooh!! For they’re jolly good fellows, for they’re jolly good fellows! For they’re jolly good fellloooooooows -- that no strange text can deny!! ♪”

[gctchella]

@saphireign asked:

Picks up Niffty. Pats her head. This is hers now, sorry Hell.

Niffty doesn't even protest, she doesn't even wriggle - she accepts this and just loops her arms around Claudia's neck, expectantly curling up in her arms and making a soft chitter noise and wiggling herself into a puff of red & white until she's comfortable. "So! Where are we going, miss? What's your naaaame?" Bonk. Her head is now on Claudia's shoulder.

Yep.

She is Claudia's problem now. But, at least she cleans and knows how to remove a stubborn bloodstain!

[gctchella]

@saphireign asked: “… My apologies for my sister.” Claudia said, a bit stiffly. “She has no manners.” / Niffty

There's a weird little mixture of snorts and giggles as the maid flaps her hand at Claudia, shaking her head. "Cookie, the weirdest thing here is that you're apologizing for her. No one does that around he-"

"- well actually the ladies in charge are trying to teach people to do that around here."

"Buuuuut your sister's behavior is super common in Hell! It's sweet you're doing it though, miss! Nice to see some manners in a place like this." Even though she herself lacked them all together? Well, Niffty gripped the edges of her skirt and did a polite curtsy. "It's very nice to meet you, my Lady! I'm Niffty."

[ofimmortalis]

@saphireign​ continued from X.

" I was asleep. "

His hair streamed about him as if liquid silver, pooling around his folded arms as he rested against the lip of the coffin. Undertaker looked a bit disheveled (moreso than usual), a testament that he was indeed telling the truth.

" hihi...don't be so BRISTLY, my love. "

[wolfofwinchester]

❛ Never. I would never forget you. ❜

☁️ 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 ☁️

"Are you certain about that?" A playful squint of the eye from Constance, followed by a very heavy lean of her entire weight on the older twin. "I am not so certain, Dia - I don't think I have driven you mad enough to leave a lasting impression. ♪"

Really though, even with her jest, Constance found herself smiling much wider, more warmer. Claudia's words had found home. There was a handful of things her sister feared; hunger, inability, betrayal of a loved one ( something she never feared with her twin, mind ).. and of course, being forgotten. It disturbed her to a deep degree, and it's such a strange fear, but it has been with her for a very long time.

The comfort meant quite a deal. Perhaps the Countess had sensed this despair weaving and brewing in Constance today, and knew it was steadily growing. The gift of the twin thing.

A soft chuckle, and a nudge. "The sentiment is mutual. I would never allow it." She shook her head, nose scrunched. “Never. Not while I’m still breathing and infectious.”

[faircanopus]

“you’re not a very convincing liar.”

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

“! !” Oh.. bless it. Sweat started beading down the side of Elizabeth’s face, further selling her right up that blessed river. Of all the brilliant ideas, what convinced her this was a good one again? Lying to the magpie? “I - I am most certainly not lying, grandmother! Lying to one of the Queen’s very own Watchdogs.. I would be mad to try.”

Claudia might be retired, but what made her a superb Watchdog doesn’t retire along with her, now does it?

So really, Elizabeth: Not only are you digging yourself into your own grave, but you are aware you’re pitching the shovel.

Why did no one tell her that the moment you attempt to lie, it’s like sliding down a mud hill? Once you start, there is no stopping!

[wolfofwinchester]

👤 / Cordelia

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concerning @saphireign

"You are truly asking me how I feel about my very own sister?" The Countess pressed her fingers against the brooch pinned to her neck, a politely bemused expression formed. "Well then, allow me to educate you."

"She's brilliant, more so than even yours truly on many occasions, that's for certain. It's a very controversial statement for the eldest to say that about the youngest, but it is completely true. She is as sharp as a fresh-made blade, and she is just as refined. You would not want to meet my sister on bad terms in the night," Claudia rested on her knuckles and grinned. "she is keenly versed in how to best wield herself."

Eldest, youngest, it was such nonsense! The structure of nobility itself was nonsense too, completely vainglorious in purpose. But now, more than ever, Claudia clutched the order tighter than she ever had before. The eldest was pressed, pinched, and embroidered with responsibility and refinery more so than those who followed behind in age. The eldest took the brunt, the youngest was able to live more freely. There would be no pressure for Cordelia to find a husband nor to bear children, or at least not to the immensity that is expected of the heir. She had more freedom to chase her desires, and even one day, if she so wished, to leave the manor and strike out on her own. She had no chains, and that is how Claudia preferred it.

It was something that they both deserved, but Cordelia's freedom was so much more viral; she was so very serious and solemn, especially now that they'd landed in their peculiar situation. She needed to live. She needed to be free. She deserved to be free. Claudia would be damned if that was threatened. As frivolous as she was by nature, the thought of her death leading to Cordelia inheriting the collar of the Watchdog brought her an edge that was more piercing than she would have alone. Death was rejected.

"And I must admit, I do get my amusement from toying with her. I don't have much, so my poor twin must suffer my insufferableness!" There was a snicker hissing through her bared teeth. eyes squinted delightfully. "Cordelia is such a serious woman, you know. The bite of winter in human skin! I am not spared from her wrath mind you, I am in equality with everyone who should ever be so similarly foolish to tamper with the tempest." Another hissing snicker. "So, do let that be a warning; I am not safe, and neither are you, and you do want to avoid her repercussions at all cost. I don't, because I am a fool who enjoys swatting at certain death."

The hissing simmered slow into a pleasant hum, the Countess turning her eye to the magpie thaumatrope perched to the left upon her desk, supported by two wooden hands that pinched the ends of its strings while the window just behind blew the breeze to make it dance. It was in flight, only stopping when the nipping breeze calmed. "While I do enjoy playing with my poor, dear sister, I respect her, and there are not many whom I feel that way towards. You see, I do not jest when I say she is brilliant. She is of a tactical mind, one that could, and I assure you that it would, win any war that found itself unfortunate enough to wage against her. The way her mind works," A tapping of a velvet digit at her temple. "you would be stupefied."

Her head tilted, and there was a flash of the eyes back in the direction of her inquirer. "It must go without saying that I care for her greatly, don't you think so?"

It was very subtle before, forming from the moment the question aired, but steadily it grew thicker, stronger, enough to make the hairs on the back of a neck prickle. As jovial as the Countess was, there was an underlying tension swelling in the atmosphere, and it was of the predacious nature.