Lord's Rest Inn

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Flint is just outside the tavern, playing the lute to a horde of rats in the gutter

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*take it how you will, I have no shame*

"It's getting late.. how about that recliner visit?" Her cheeks are flushed, but from wine, or present company, its hard to tell.

 “Hmm. If you say so, I plan to be staying up for just a bit of time. Especially with all the things I would have to do.” He drinks down his second glass of wine before putting on the table “Whatever you need, I’ll be here.”

 "Well, don't keep me waiting, I'll be in my room, reading in front of the fire."

She smiles softly, stands up, and leans down to plant a kiss on his forehead before padding away to her room.

 For a few moments after she leaves Damian silently celebrates to himself, whisper yelling "YES! YES! YES!", and then suddenly he collapses to the ground, his chest blazing even more, his grey eyes glowing more violently. She would have heard him collapse.

 "Oh boy..."

She sighs, grabs the unconscious 'heart-throb' and brings him into her room, setting him down on her bed before settling down in her recliner as she had planned to do.

 He has his hands to his chest and is writhing in pain, clawing at where the infernal heat is coming from. Until suddenly, he just stops, sitting up unnaturally, still bleeding from the claw wounds, his voice not his own “This vessel must stop resisting.”

*sleepy*

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*take it how you will, I have no shame*

"It's getting late.. how about that recliner visit?" Her cheeks are flushed, but from wine, or present company, its hard to tell.

 “Hmm. If you say so, I plan to be staying up for just a bit of time. Especially with all the things I would have to do.” He drinks down his second glass of wine before putting on the table “Whatever you need, I’ll be here.”

 "Well, don't keep me waiting, I'll be in my room, reading in front of the fire."

She smiles softly, stands up, and leans down to plant a kiss on his forehead before padding away to her room.

 For a few moments after she leaves Damian silently celebrates to himself, whisper yelling "YES! YES! YES!", and then suddenly he collapses to the ground, his chest blazing even more, his grey eyes glowing more violently. She would have heard him collapse.

 "Oh boy..."

She sighs, grabs the unconscious 'heart-throb' and brings him into her room, setting him down on her bed before settling down in her recliner as she had planned to do.

 He has his hands to his chest and is writhing in pain, clawing at where the infernal heat is coming from. Until suddenly, he just stops, sitting up unnaturally, still bleeding from the claw wounds, his voice not his own “This vessel must stop resisting.”

 "Hey, hey, hey whoah, that's not right.."
She sits up quickly, grabbing her side bag, looking for something to help... but all she can think of is a cross.. She pulls it out and presents it to the semi conscious tiefling, biting her lip

"D*mn it, our date was going well, this better not end in you killing me!"

 The possessed Damian just smiles “How cute, you think that I am of the underworld? This vessel has a price to pay, and he shall pay it in pain.” It then gets off the bed and walks over to the wall, beginning to headbutt it repeatedly, blood beginning to trickle from his forehead.

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*sleepy*

 *Oh no!!!*

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*take it how you will, I have no shame*

"It's getting late.. how about that recliner visit?" Her cheeks are flushed, but from wine, or present company, its hard to tell.

 “Hmm. If you say so, I plan to be staying up for just a bit of time. Especially with all the things I would have to do.” He drinks down his second glass of wine before putting on the table “Whatever you need, I’ll be here.”

 "Well, don't keep me waiting, I'll be in my room, reading in front of the fire."

She smiles softly, stands up, and leans down to plant a kiss on his forehead before padding away to her room.

 For a few moments after she leaves Damian silently celebrates to himself, whisper yelling "YES! YES! YES!", and then suddenly he collapses to the ground, his chest blazing even more, his grey eyes glowing more violently. She would have heard him collapse.

 "Oh boy..."

She sighs, grabs the unconscious 'heart-throb' and brings him into her room, setting him down on her bed before settling down in her recliner as she had planned to do.

 He has his hands to his chest and is writhing in pain, clawing at where the infernal heat is coming from. Until suddenly, he just stops, sitting up unnaturally, still bleeding from the claw wounds, his voice not his own “This vessel must stop resisting.”

 "Hey, hey, hey whoah, that's not right.."
She sits up quickly, grabbing her side bag, looking for something to help... but all she can think of is a cross.. She pulls it out and presents it to the semi conscious tiefling, biting her lip

"D*mn it, our date was going well, this better not end in you killing me!"

 The possessed Damian just smiles “How cute, you think that I am of the underworld? This vessel has a price to pay, and he shall pay it in pain.” It then gets off the bed and walks over to the wall, beginning to headbutt it repeatedly, blood beginning to trickle from his forehead.

 "Stop! Don't hurt him...."

She grabs his shoulders, trying to prevent him from hurting himself, and to avoid certain suspicions.