*That's for you to find out d e t e c t i v e." He sneers
We have no capacity for planar travel. We might as well just abandon this body and this city, and start anew in a place with clearer criminal justice systems.
"I know your smell friend. I would find you even if you ran. This would be best, for both of us." He said.
“Anything at all? Like, uh… agitation? Contentedness? Regret? Anxiety? Sadness? You can stop me at any time.”
She shrugs "Not really, just... Nothingness."
Riotan thinks for a moment, stroking his chin. “I mean… I have the ability to smell peoples’ mental states… I use it to find people who are in pain so I can pull their souls through their gradually ruined, shredded bodies. Do I have permission to use it on you?”
"Sure." She nods and lays back down, closing her eyes
Riotan flicks his tongue out, tasting the emotional state of the room, particularly in regards to Stroth. He can taste/smell her emotions, current thoughts, and suffering. Make a Wisdom save (or she could fail voluntarily).
It hits him like a brick wall, a flurry of thoughts but not emotions. It's an assault on his senses, all dark and nasty.
Having smelled many a thought in his lifetime, it doesn’t affect him too badly. He tries to analyze a few thoughts individually if he can.
One is about emotions and how a human emotions would taste, another is about their gender, another about food. So many thoughts tangled together.
Riotan withdraws his tongue, looking floored. “Well… I can tell you right now that most of them taste pretty good. Especially fear. It’s quite savory.”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
"So you wanted me here so you could help me? I'm sorry, but I'm clearly not Larry-hunting material, and I don't know you that well but fiends tend to dislike clerics. Maybe if I knew your name. A pseudonym, at least."
"Call me Samaritan. Any name I have or had feels like dirt." He huffs and laughs "No no, Larry is going to go find William."
*That's for you to find out d e t e c t i v e." He sneers
We have no capacity for planar travel. We might as well just abandon this body and this city, and start anew in a place with clearer criminal justice systems.
"I know your smell friend. I would find you even if you ran. This would be best, for both of us." He said.
“Anything at all? Like, uh… agitation? Contentedness? Regret? Anxiety? Sadness? You can stop me at any time.”
She shrugs "Not really, just... Nothingness."
Riotan thinks for a moment, stroking his chin. “I mean… I have the ability to smell peoples’ mental states… I use it to find people who are in pain so I can pull their souls through their gradually ruined, shredded bodies. Do I have permission to use it on you?”
"Sure." She nods and lays back down, closing her eyes
Riotan flicks his tongue out, tasting the emotional state of the room, particularly in regards to Stroth. He can taste/smell her emotions, current thoughts, and suffering. Make a Wisdom save (or she could fail voluntarily).
It hits him like a brick wall, a flurry of thoughts but not emotions. It's an assault on his senses, all dark and nasty.
Having smelled many a thought in his lifetime, it doesn’t affect him too badly. He tries to analyze a few thoughts individually if he can.
One is about emotions and how a human emotions would taste, another is about their gender, another about food. So many thoughts tangled together.
Riotan withdraws his tongue, looking floored. “Well… I can tell you right now that most of them taste pretty good. Especially fear. It’s quite savory.”
"Don't worry about that. You rest. I need total control to make my dishes as well as you deserve. Unfortunately I don't have experienced line cooks, but I can do it all myself."
"Good... because... I need to go lie down.." She says and stands up, making her way to her room. "night.. felix."
“Anything at all? Like, uh… agitation? Contentedness? Regret? Anxiety? Sadness? You can stop me at any time.”
She shrugs "Not really, just... Nothingness."
Riotan thinks for a moment, stroking his chin. “I mean… I have the ability to smell peoples’ mental states… I use it to find people who are in pain so I can pull their souls through their gradually ruined, shredded bodies. Do I have permission to use it on you?”
"Sure." She nods and lays back down, closing her eyes
Riotan flicks his tongue out, tasting the emotional state of the room, particularly in regards to Stroth. He can taste/smell her emotions, current thoughts, and suffering. Make a Wisdom save (or she could fail voluntarily).
It hits him like a brick wall, a flurry of thoughts but not emotions. It's an assault on his senses, all dark and nasty.
Having smelled many a thought in his lifetime, it doesn’t affect him too badly. He tries to analyze a few thoughts individually if he can.
One is about emotions and how a human emotions would taste, another is about their gender, another about food. So many thoughts tangled together.
Riotan withdraws his tongue, looking floored. “Well… I can tell you right now that most of them taste pretty good. Especially fear. It’s quite savory.”
*It wasn't fear, more so discomfort.*
*he’s answering her thought about how emotions taste*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"So you wanted me here so you could help me? I'm sorry, but I'm clearly not Larry-hunting material, and I don't know you that well but fiends tend to dislike clerics. Maybe if I knew your name. A pseudonym, at least."
"Call me Samaritan. Any name I have or had feels like dirt." He huffs and laughs "No no, Larry is going to go find William."
"Then what do you need me for, sir?"
"Follow him..." He says and kneels down "Felix. I knew your kind... I might've known you too if I wasn't so blind and selfish during my younger years. You are beautiful. Your work, that I have observed, is on par with the God of Cooking and the Patron Saint of Chefs. Please, continue to make us all proud." He says.
*That's for you to find out d e t e c t i v e." He sneers
We have no capacity for planar travel. We might as well just abandon this body and this city, and start anew in a place with clearer criminal justice systems.
"I know your smell friend. I would find you even if you ran. This would be best, for both of us." He said.
Then I will… try.
"Good man. If you will do this, I will keep my word." It nods, eyes glowing.
“Anything at all? Like, uh… agitation? Contentedness? Regret? Anxiety? Sadness? You can stop me at any time.”
She shrugs "Not really, just... Nothingness."
Riotan thinks for a moment, stroking his chin. “I mean… I have the ability to smell peoples’ mental states… I use it to find people who are in pain so I can pull their souls through their gradually ruined, shredded bodies. Do I have permission to use it on you?”
"Sure." She nods and lays back down, closing her eyes
Riotan flicks his tongue out, tasting the emotional state of the room, particularly in regards to Stroth. He can taste/smell her emotions, current thoughts, and suffering. Make a Wisdom save (or she could fail voluntarily).
It hits him like a brick wall, a flurry of thoughts but not emotions. It's an assault on his senses, all dark and nasty.
Having smelled many a thought in his lifetime, it doesn’t affect him too badly. He tries to analyze a few thoughts individually if he can.
One is about emotions and how a human emotions would taste, another is about their gender, another about food. So many thoughts tangled together.
Riotan withdraws his tongue, looking floored. “Well… I can tell you right now that most of them taste pretty good. Especially fear. It’s quite savory.”
*It wasn't fear, more so discomfort.*
*he’s answering her thought about how emotions taste*
"There's plenty of time to prepare, hun... Don't rush yourself."
He sighs “I don’t have enough time, I’m not the man I need to be for my kids. I need to be better.”
"Well, actually, you're right... you've only got about 40 days."
“[gppppppp] I’ve only got 40? That’s barely a month over. Okay okay okay. I’m not worried. I just need to become a better man in 40 days.”
"I'll help you, and it wont be so bad, okay? We'll get through this."
“It will be fine, everything will be fine.” He holds her tightly, “We are going to get through this, love conquers all right~” He says, a little sultry in his voice there.
"Don't use that tone with me, mister. we might end up going through this again." She says as an SM paw grabs the side of his face
He flinches and smiles “Sorry, we should stick to one kid for now, although we may end up with twins if we’re lucky.” He says moving with her hand, “40 days, and then we will have a kid.” He sighs and sits next to her “I hope I’m good enough. If you need anything I’ll be on your beck and call.” He reaches to his collar “But I should get this off before the kid comes round.”
"I swear if its more than one.." she says, sighing. She clicks her tongue, pulling his hand away from his neck. "That stays."
He lets her pull the hand away, a slight smirk on his face “Really? The collar stays?” He shakes his head “I wonder what they will be like. We will see.” He kisses her on the head.
"Im nervous, but..." She exhales. "We can do this." She smiles down at him. "Yes, it stays, tag and all. It's practically a ring."
“A ring from the first day we met? Why not, but if our kidS have any questions you’re going to have to explain.” He specifically says kids as he says it.
"Follow him..." He says and kneels down "Felix. I knew your kind... I might've known you too if I wasn't so blind and selfish during my younger years. You are beautiful. Your work, that I have observed, is on par with the God of Cooking and the Patron Saint of Chefs. Please, continue to make us all proud." He says.
Felix flushes a bit, but closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "Thank you very much sir, but William has taught me all I wish to learn. But... I guess he still owes me. I will follow the Larry, and help bring William back."
"Follow him..." He says and kneels down "Felix. I knew your kind... I might've known you too if I wasn't so blind and selfish during my younger years. You are beautiful. Your work, that I have observed, is on par with the God of Cooking and the Patron Saint of Chefs. Please, continue to make us all proud." He says.
Felix flushes a bit, but closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "Thank you very much sir, but William has taught me all I wish to learn. But... I guess he still owes me. I will follow the Larry, and help bring William back."
Samaritan nods and hugs Felix "I am proud of you, you will do well." It said and suddenly it was gone.
“Anything at all? Like, uh… agitation? Contentedness? Regret? Anxiety? Sadness? You can stop me at any time.”
She shrugs "Not really, just... Nothingness."
Riotan thinks for a moment, stroking his chin. “I mean… I have the ability to smell peoples’ mental states… I use it to find people who are in pain so I can pull their souls through their gradually ruined, shredded bodies. Do I have permission to use it on you?”
"Sure." She nods and lays back down, closing her eyes
Riotan flicks his tongue out, tasting the emotional state of the room, particularly in regards to Stroth. He can taste/smell her emotions, current thoughts, and suffering. Make a Wisdom save (or she could fail voluntarily).
It hits him like a brick wall, a flurry of thoughts but not emotions. It's an assault on his senses, all dark and nasty.
Having smelled many a thought in his lifetime, it doesn’t affect him too badly. He tries to analyze a few thoughts individually if he can.
One is about emotions and how a human emotions would taste, another is about their gender, another about food. So many thoughts tangled together.
Riotan withdraws his tongue, looking floored. “Well… I can tell you right now that most of them taste pretty good. Especially fear. It’s quite savory.”
*It wasn't fear, more so discomfort.*
*he’s answering her thought about how emotions taste*
*Ooooh.*
She nods, kinda dazed.
“Well you’re certainly feeling something, even if it’s way different from human emotional standards. I think.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Anything at all? Like, uh… agitation? Contentedness? Regret? Anxiety? Sadness? You can stop me at any time.”
She shrugs "Not really, just... Nothingness."
Riotan thinks for a moment, stroking his chin. “I mean… I have the ability to smell peoples’ mental states… I use it to find people who are in pain so I can pull their souls through their gradually ruined, shredded bodies. Do I have permission to use it on you?”
"Sure." She nods and lays back down, closing her eyes
Riotan flicks his tongue out, tasting the emotional state of the room, particularly in regards to Stroth. He can taste/smell her emotions, current thoughts, and suffering. Make a Wisdom save (or she could fail voluntarily).
It hits him like a brick wall, a flurry of thoughts but not emotions. It's an assault on his senses, all dark and nasty.
Having smelled many a thought in his lifetime, it doesn’t affect him too badly. He tries to analyze a few thoughts individually if he can.
One is about emotions and how a human emotions would taste, another is about their gender, another about food. So many thoughts tangled together.
Riotan withdraws his tongue, looking floored. “Well… I can tell you right now that most of them taste pretty good. Especially fear. It’s quite savory.”
*It wasn't fear, more so discomfort.*
*he’s answering her thought about how emotions taste*
*Ooooh.*
She nods, kinda dazed.
“Well you’re certainly feeling something, even if it’s way different from human emotional standards. I think.”
Felix flushes a bit, but closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "Thank you very much sir, but William has taught me all I wish to learn. But... I guess he still owes me. I will follow the Larry, and help bring William back."
Samaritan nods and hugs Felix "I am proud of you, you will do well." It said and suddenly it was gone.
Felix nods and heads off the find the William.
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“Anything at all? Like, uh… agitation? Contentedness? Regret? Anxiety? Sadness? You can stop me at any time.”
She shrugs "Not really, just... Nothingness."
Riotan thinks for a moment, stroking his chin. “I mean… I have the ability to smell peoples’ mental states… I use it to find people who are in pain so I can pull their souls through their gradually ruined, shredded bodies. Do I have permission to use it on you?”
"Sure." She nods and lays back down, closing her eyes
Riotan flicks his tongue out, tasting the emotional state of the room, particularly in regards to Stroth. He can taste/smell her emotions, current thoughts, and suffering. Make a Wisdom save (or she could fail voluntarily).
It hits him like a brick wall, a flurry of thoughts but not emotions. It's an assault on his senses, all dark and nasty.
Having smelled many a thought in his lifetime, it doesn’t affect him too badly. He tries to analyze a few thoughts individually if he can.
One is about emotions and how a human emotions would taste, another is about their gender, another about food. So many thoughts tangled together.
Riotan withdraws his tongue, looking floored. “Well… I can tell you right now that most of them taste pretty good. Especially fear. It’s quite savory.”
*It wasn't fear, more so discomfort.*
*he’s answering her thought about how emotions taste*
*Ooooh.*
She nods, kinda dazed.
“Well you’re certainly feeling something, even if it’s way different from human emotional standards. I think.”
"Huh, weird." She said, blinking slowly.
“But I don’t pretend to be educated on feelings, just good at using them to trick mortals. And you don’t have to be any kind of expert for that. Just know a few buzzwords and you can play them like a fiddle.”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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"I know your smell friend. I would find you even if you ran. This would be best, for both of us." He said.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Riotan withdraws his tongue, looking floored. “Well… I can tell you right now that most of them taste pretty good. Especially fear. It’s quite savory.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(good evening)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"Then what do you need me for, sir?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Then we will… try.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*It wasn't fear, more so discomfort.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Sleep well, bossma'am."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*he’s answering her thought about how emotions taste*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Follow him..." He says and kneels down "Felix. I knew your kind... I might've known you too if I wasn't so blind and selfish during my younger years. You are beautiful. Your work, that I have observed, is on par with the God of Cooking and the Patron Saint of Chefs. Please, continue to make us all proud." He says.
"Good man. If you will do this, I will keep my word." It nods, eyes glowing.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Ooooh.*
She nods, kinda dazed.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“A ring from the first day we met? Why not, but if our kidS have any questions you’re going to have to explain.” He specifically says kids as he says it.
Felix flushes a bit, but closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "Thank you very much sir, but William has taught me all I wish to learn. But... I guess he still owes me. I will follow the Larry, and help bring William back."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Samaritan nods and hugs Felix "I am proud of you, you will do well." It said and suddenly it was gone.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“Well you’re certainly feeling something, even if it’s way different from human emotional standards. I think.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Huh, weird." She said, blinking slowly.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Felix nods and heads off the find the William.
Insight to come up with where William would likely head next: 34
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*gtg very soon*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“But I don’t pretend to be educated on feelings, just good at using them to trick mortals. And you don’t have to be any kind of expert for that. Just know a few buzzwords and you can play them like a fiddle.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.