He does. His breath smells like burnt rubber, and his hands are made of velvet. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to trouble you." He whimpers before continuing the exercise.
"Damn. Would I be able to visit her? Or at least try and get her a lawyer?" He looks at his cigarette box, then puts it back in his pocket.
"I see no need for you to apologize." He said, his talons seeming to disappear as they turn into hands almost with pointed nails "May I ask what happened? From my eyes it seemed you had a panic attack."
"Why? If she is a criminal than what good is it to you?" He asks, his silver eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"I don't... I... All that hate... why do mortals have all that hate?"
"I told you before, I'm her friend. Her being a potential criminal doesn't mean I can't be that. If anything, she needs a friend more than ever now."
He shakes his head "I do not know.. It saddens me in all honesty.." He exhales, his wings fluffing a bit "I am sorry you had to hear all of it.."
"You being a friend could complicate the situation more than what it is now." he said, steepling his fingers.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He sits back down on their bed, “Enjoy every bite, after all, you are my source of food, my love.”
She continuing to love her hands, chuckling softly “I didn’t expect to hear that, but thank you.”
He laughs with them, leaning back “I wouldn’t know, I just think that about myself.”
Once he finishes, he takes care of the dishes and crawls back into bed and into their lap
"No, thank you." he cricks his neck and takes off his prosthetic
"Well, what now?"
He hold them their, rubbing their neck, the two slots where his fangs find blood, “I love you so much.”
She begins to rub their shoulders and their neck, “Just relax, dear, and let me give you a reason to be thankful.” She whispers.
He looks outside, and sees it growing dark “Do you have a room or place to stay?”
He groans in delight, tilting his head. "I love you too.. Mm that feels good.."
"that, I can do." he leans against her, enjoying her massage. "you get one later tonight, too. a massage, I mean."
"I do, do you?"
“That’s why I’m doing it, for your pleasure.” He pulls them into a kiss, not a long one, because they are tired.
She bites her bottom lip, smiling at them as she continues to massage them “I would hope so, I love the feeling of your hands.”
“I do, just making sure you had one.” He stands up, “I hope to meet you again, have a wonderful rest of your evening.” He bows, smiling before walking off.
"Not exactly." He dips two fingers in the water, and an aging mother's face appears in the ripples. 'DEAR GODS, WHAT IS THAT THING?! WE NEVER SHOULD HAVE COME HERE! BOBBY, RUN!' He removes his fingers. "Dark energy speaks volumes. Literally, in this case."
She watches this, thinking for a moment. "...Ah. So that's how you first heard of it. From the Dark Energy it brought about. Am I correct?"
"Exactly!" He claps, excited that she got it. That childlike demeanor is back.
She smiles a bit wider, looking down at the nightmarish 'water' around them, running her hands through the Dark Energy sea as she wades a bit deeper. "...how much of this came from me? From the Fair? I know it's most definitely only a drop in the bucket, if even- I'm just curious if it's quantifiable."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I don't... I... All that hate... why do mortals have all that hate?"
"I told you before, I'm her friend. Her being a potential criminal doesn't mean I can't be that. If anything, she needs a friend more than ever now."
He shakes his head "I do not know.. It saddens me in all honesty.." He exhales, his wings fluffing a bit "I am sorry you had to hear all of it.."
"You being a friend could complicate the situation more than what it is now." he said, steepling his fingers.
"No... it's my job... to rip it out. How can I do that when I cry just from looking at it?" He murmurs.
"For me or her?" He leans back.
"Become stronger? No use crying about it all the time. Get back on your feet, try again." He offers, picking the kettle from the fire. He pours the boiling water into a mug and places in a tea bag. He hands it to them and sits back down.
"For both of you actually," he said, "You can be seen as an accomplice and if you weren't one, then you were a bystander. While I continue to find evidence, I seem to find more and more pointing towards her."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He hold them their, rubbing their neck, the two slots where his fangs find blood, “I love you so much.”
She begins to rub their shoulders and their neck, “Just relax, dear, and let me give you a reason to be thankful.” She whispers.
He looks outside, and sees it growing dark “Do you have a room or place to stay?”
“You don’t need to deny it, you know in your heart it’s true.” He says with a chuckle, “Just wanted to make sure, I’m happy for you.”
“It’s… I thought you would like them, another gift for you.”
“I noticed the town nearby that had four different districts dedicated to a season. From there I just guessed.”
He shakes his head "I do not know.. It saddens me in all honesty.." He exhales, his wings fluffing a bit "I am sorry you had to hear all of it.."
"You being a friend could complicate the situation more than what it is now." he said, steepling his fingers.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“That’s why I’m doing it, for your pleasure.” He pulls them into a kiss, not a long one, because they are tired.
She bites her bottom lip, smiling at them as she continues to massage them “I would hope so, I love the feeling of your hands.”
“I do, just making sure you had one.” He stands up, “I hope to meet you again, have a wonderful rest of your evening.” He bows, smiling before walking off.
“I don’t know yet, challenge them to honorable combat perhaps?” He asks, looking down at her for approval on the idea.
She smiles a bit wider, looking down at the nightmarish 'water' around them, running her hands through the Dark Energy sea as she wades a bit deeper. "...how much of this came from me? From the Fair? I know it's most definitely only a drop in the bucket, if even- I'm just curious if it's quantifiable."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"No... it's my job... to rip it out. How can I do that when I cry just from looking at it?" He murmurs.
"For me or her?" He leans back.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Cut for Salem, good place to end, moving the other rp over.*
He lowers his head, before looking back at them, “Dear, I could win, can I at least try one?”
“Don’t thank me for loving you, that’s something I’d do no matter what.”
“I’ll just have to imagine the magical feeling of your other hand. Or…~” She smiles, “Any massage from you is perfect.”
"Become stronger? No use crying about it all the time. Get back on your feet, try again." He offers, picking the kettle from the fire. He pours the boiling water into a mug and places in a tea bag. He hands it to them and sits back down.
"For both of you actually," he said, "You can be seen as an accomplice and if you weren't one, then you were a bystander. While I continue to find evidence, I seem to find more and more pointing towards her."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Wendi? Wanna rp possibly?*
"Have you not seen this occur before?"
"Of course, I'd love to." He smiles, pushing his hair out of his face.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He sighs, giving up on the idea, “I wouldn’t want to dishonor our people, let alone you. I won’t.” He goes back to playing his wood block.
“And I appreciate you and yours, I love you so very much. I haven’t wanted to marry anyone in a long time.”
“I could make you an organic replacement, all you’d have to do is… well, allow me to feed from you more directly, only once.”