"Were you worried about something?" He begins playing with a chicken wing.
"No, just not looking forward to another gig today. Thank you for the food, I'm River."
"I'm Felix. Don't worry about the food, it's not that great." He sighs. "You an assassin or something?"
"You could say, though, in the end I meet my victims face to face."
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“Very.” He slinks into the bath, looking up at them expectantly.
He puts down his now empty cup, “Thank you, friend. This was very nice.”
She smiles brightly, “An’ my lil nightmare man, love ya, sweetheart.”
She kneels by the tub, running some water over him with a cup and her paw.
"Would you like some more?"
"I love you too..." he sounds... sad."
Dirt immediately begins coming off through his hair, he’s been working hard on something.
“Just a little more if that’s okay.”
She puts a hand on the side of their face, “What’s wrong?”
"What on earth were you doing?" she sighs, continuing to wet him down
"As much as you'd like." he gestures to the teapot, smiling
"One day, I will have to kill you..." a tear leaks out of his eye
“Building your gift, it took a lot more work than expected.” He helps them, going through his hair.
He pours himself another cup of tea, sipping it slowly and carefully.
She wipes away the tear, sighing sadly “Oh… then we gotta enjoy the time we got, sweetheart.”
"Do you have any tools to help you?" She uses soap now, making sure to avoid his face holes
He closes his eyes, leaning back.
"But.. I found a way I won't have to.."
“I do, and even Sylvia’s helping me get it all done, it’ll just take a few more days then we can leave.”
Once he’s done, he puts his dishes away, “I’ll be going now, if that’s okay.”
“If it has ta do with ya hurtin’ yerself ‘er somethin’, we ain’t doin’ it.”
*gtg soon.*
"Okay, good to know." she scrubs him down
"Not a problem, keep safe."
"No... i'd have to... have a son with another woman.."
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“Very.” He slinks into the bath, looking up at them expectantly.
He puts down his now empty cup, “Thank you, friend. This was very nice.”
She smiles brightly, “An’ my lil nightmare man, love ya, sweetheart.”
She kneels by the tub, running some water over him with a cup and her paw.
"Would you like some more?"
"I love you too..." he sounds... sad."
Dirt immediately begins coming off through his hair, he’s been working hard on something.
“Just a little more if that’s okay.”
She puts a hand on the side of their face, “What’s wrong?”
"What on earth were you doing?" she sighs, continuing to wet him down
"As much as you'd like." he gestures to the teapot, smiling
"One day, I will have to kill you..." a tear leaks out of his eye
“Building your gift, it took a lot more work than expected.” He helps them, going through his hair.
He pours himself another cup of tea, sipping it slowly and carefully.
She wipes away the tear, sighing sadly “Oh… then we gotta enjoy the time we got, sweetheart.”
"Do you have any tools to help you?" She uses soap now, making sure to avoid his face holes
He closes his eyes, leaning back.
"But.. I found a way I won't have to.."
“I do, and even Sylvia’s helping me get it all done, it’ll just take a few more days then we can leave.”
Once he’s done, he puts his dishes away, “I’ll be going now, if that’s okay.”
“If it has ta do with ya hurtin’ yerself ‘er somethin’, we ain’t doin’ it.”
*gtg soon.*
"Okay, good to know." she scrubs him down
"Not a problem, keep safe."
"No... i'd have to... have a son with another woman.."
He snuggles into the comfortable environment of bath with beloved.
He leaves them with a wave.
“Not happening, I’ll sooner die.” She leans against them, wrapping her tail around them.
"Love you." she smiles, rinsing him again.
He sighs, crying again. "Then die you shall.."
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Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
*Anybody here? If not, I’ll just intro these now with nothing better to do.*
Detective Bluebell has gotten closer to perfectly replicating the human appearance, it he doesn’t smile he almost can’t be distinguished from anyone else, looking like an actual, ruggedly handsome detective, sitting outside of what will become his place of work.
Loo is going for a walk around the town after drowning someone at the docks, another assassin sent after him. He’s smoking a cigar and muttering to himself about something, eyes tired from something.
Pimento is doing his hair at the Lord’s Rest Inn, using shampoo, conditioner, his comb, this man isn’t going to let his hair look back for one day as he scrubs vigorously to get rid of whatever is within that he doesn’t like.
Zazabell is outside, dressed in a red leather jacket that nearly sweeps the ground that is paired with a pair of black dress pant, a black dress shirt, and a red vest. They are stalking a target of theirs, humming happily as they do.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Zazabell is outside, dressed in a red leather jacket that nearly sweeps the ground that is paired with a pair of black dress pant, a black dress shirt, and a red vest. They are stalking a target of theirs, humming happily as they do.
They see Gravedigger observing a little ways away
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Zazabell is outside, dressed in a red leather jacket that nearly sweeps the ground that is paired with a pair of black dress pant, a black dress shirt, and a red vest. They are stalking a target of theirs, humming happily as they do.
X watches them from a roof, tracking them.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You could say, though, in the end I meet my victims face to face."
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My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
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“I do, and even Sylvia’s helping me get it all done, it’ll just take a few more days then we can leave.”
Once he’s done, he puts his dishes away, “I’ll be going now, if that’s okay.”
“If it has ta do with ya hurtin’ yerself ‘er somethin’, we ain’t doin’ it.”
*gtg soon.*
"Okay, good to know." she scrubs him down
"Not a problem, keep safe."
"No... i'd have to... have a son with another woman.."
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My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
"That can be debated." He laughs "Anything I can do for you to put a smile on your face?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He snuggles into the comfortable environment of bath with beloved.
He leaves them with a wave.
“Not happening, I’ll sooner die.” She leans against them, wrapping her tail around them.
"Love you." she smiles, rinsing him again.
He sighs, crying again. "Then die you shall.."
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S♡J
2-13-25
Once he’s clean he gets out of the tub and hugs her.
She clings tightly to them, wiping away their tears, “We have to enjoy the time we have, sweetheart, I’m sorry it’s this way.”
*Mornin’ everyone, I may or may not be here.*
(Morning)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
*Anybody here? If not, I’ll just intro these now with nothing better to do.*
Detective Bluebell has gotten closer to perfectly replicating the human appearance, it he doesn’t smile he almost can’t be distinguished from anyone else, looking like an actual, ruggedly handsome detective, sitting outside of what will become his place of work.
Loo is going for a walk around the town after drowning someone at the docks, another assassin sent after him. He’s smoking a cigar and muttering to himself about something, eyes tired from something.
Pimento is doing his hair at the Lord’s Rest Inn, using shampoo, conditioner, his comb, this man isn’t going to let his hair look back for one day as he scrubs vigorously to get rid of whatever is within that he doesn’t like.
*Good Morning*
Theren is sitting in his garden, sipping some coffee and looking exhausted.
X is munching on a cinnamon roll while sitting on a roof, kicking his legs and jealously watching couples.
Leo is irritated as he fixes Festus's brand new wings, grumbling about bad calibrations.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Mornin’ buddy.*
Tresa sits next to them, noticing their jealous gaze, and seemingly having an idea from it as she kicks her own legs and licks some ice cream.
Ana is helping as much as she is allowed to, though her pregnancy is progressing quite quickly.
*how are you?*
X finishes his cinnamon roll and cracks his back.
"Ana, dear, go rest."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Tired, but that’s nothing new.*
“X… are you lonely?” She asks, looking up at them and tilting her head.
“Leo, you should be getting my help.” She says, leaning against a chair for support.
*Fair enough*
He sighs and nods. "Yeah...."
"You are pregnant. Relax dear..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Zazabell is outside, dressed in a red leather jacket that nearly sweeps the ground that is paired with a pair of black dress pant, a black dress shirt, and a red vest. They are stalking a target of theirs, humming happily as they do.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*How about you, dude?*
She hugs their side, holding up her ice cream to them, “Then I’ll help you get whoever you want.”
She scoffs, “I’m fine, dear.” She sits down still.
They see Gravedigger observing a little ways away
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
X watches them from a roof, tracking them.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Eh, sleepy*
"Huh? How?"
"Thank you."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.