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🔥+ Arthur for whichever one or your muses you prefer. I'm very interested to know what 'interesting' impressions your boys have of mine
“I adore him. But the poor thing has the worst luck and he chronically looks frazzled. Oh well, I don’t mind putting him together. He’s my boy, I like taking care of him.”
“Clumsy. Bumbling.”
“Vulnerable.”
“Mrhm, he is not...all there sometimes?”
"What's this?" (-technicallytemperance)
The visiting angel had left their robes folded by their bed space, it seems, as well as other belongings. It would appear there is a hidden pocket in the dark, heavy robes—an engraved ring falls out to the floor.
"So, our friendship didn't mean anything to you?" Temperance's tears blurred the Sarafan insignia on Sanguis' attire. They were certain that no stake could pierce their heart as painfully as the revelation of what the angel had become. (-technicallytemperance)(I know I've got replies to draft, but I just can't get the thought of Tempe's hurt little face out of my head)
“Staying in the shadows will do you good. Your friendship had made me believe that vampires were redeemable once, but I have discovered that the majority of your kind are brutal, violent creatures bent on slaughter. I will not harm you, you are not the greater offender.” Sanguis wore a great metal chest piece beneath their cloak, now donning the sign of the Sarafan.
“If only the rest were like you, Temperance.”
🐻 "I saw it and thought of you," Arthur said. "As black as my sweetheart's sweet heart." He did find Morbida's claims of the diabolical adorable.
🐻 give my muse a valentine’s teddy bear.
“It’s perfectly putrid, my most prized person of my affection.” He took the teddy bear and wrapped it up in his arms. Morbida nuzzled his face into the stuffed animal. “Thank you!” He hopped up and kissed Arthur’s cheek.
🎰 If you're still doing it, I'm interested to know how Arty would turn out with these, give the... interesting mixes the others have got (~technicallytemperance)
Send 🎰 for me to put our muses into a random list generator then post the first five as potential ships! Ah, but of course, let’s see if Fate will be so cruel to Arthur as it has been in the past.Morbida x Arthur
-They met briefly in the past! Morbida will come to adore the estate’s Human ™ and as always, will worry on him just like he does everyone else. He loves telling dumb jokes til Arty’s going red laughing half to death. He’s absolutely, utterly in love with him the longer he knows him.
Emperor of the Night x Arthur
-All the Emperor of the Night knows is manipulate human, ruin his life, steal his soul with empty promises and lie. Bad. Teatime x Arthur
-WHY DO I KEEP GETTING TEATIME PAIRINGS. THIS WOULD BE SO BAD. ARTHUR WOULD BE STABBED.
Solomon x Arthur
-Clumsy boy gains a little of Solomon’s affection?? Unsure about this one, but I don’t get Super Great Compatibility vibes.
Ophaniel x Arthur
-It takes a certain type of person to get through to Ophaniel. Is Arty that person?? Maybe. Maybe not. But before they get there, Ophaniel is going to have fun playing with Arthur and putting him through all sorts of weird shit to watch him get run down, exhausted, and at his wits end. Just because he looks easy to do that to.
"You have really pretty wings!" Tempe declared very loudly.
Sanguis winced.
“Thank you, I’m glad you think so!”
"Cerberus is a good boy. We've almost stopped him attacking people." Tempe hands Sanguis a "puppy", which is to say the Sarafan dog they adopted after killing its previous owners. At least it doesn't have the axe helmet thing any more, but the spiked jacket stayed because it was "cute".
Sanguis gingerly lifts up the dog, holding it at a distance.
“I’m not sure if I feel safe with this dog.”
"Janos Audron?" Eyes like amber peered out from under hair like a haystack. "Vorry's going to be so glad you're back!" The fledgling ran towaards them in a clumsy attempt at a hug. (-technicallytemperance)
The angel froze, the feeling of the embrace making them stand stiff. The contact elicited an overwhelming sensory response. Alternating waves of heat and cold surfed up their abdomen.
“Who are you?” They asked. Their voice originated not from their mouth but instead the recipient’s mind. Sanguis attempted to recollect those years as a diplomat, but their skills in diplomacy had fled them.
