“Fine. Whatever you say.” He laughs “I need to get something tomorrow.” He runs out quickly
*The next day*
Damian is in the tavern, waiting for Saphuno to give her something, which is the thing he needed to get. He’s got his regular clothes on, and is sitting at the counter.
She walks out of her room just around 10:30. She's a bit scrunkly, still in her PJ's and yawning. She immediatley heads to make coffee.
He seems to be more stressed than he was even yesterday, just drinking his water with a shaky hand, also he’s drinking water, which is definitely out of the ordinary for the frequent alcoholic that is Damian.
After making coffee, she sets a mug down in front of him, sipping from hers as she sits down next to him. "hey, love."
He gets shakier as she sits next to him, although his eyes are soft “Hello babe, how are you today?” He says, one of his hands rummaging through his back pocket, like he’s looking for something.
"Better today... you?"
He says “Good,” before muttering “The second best day of my life hopefully.” He gets up after finishing his water “I need to do something, could you come outside in a minute?” He says beginning to walk outside.
"Damian, what is going on?" She says with concern in her voice. She gets up and follows him with a sigh, bringing her coffee with her. "What are you doing?.."
He just points up to the sky, in the sky the words are written with the clouds, saying ‘Will you marry me?’ When she looks back down to him he is on one knee, holding up a golden ring with two gems, sapphire and ruby.
As he points, she looks frustrated, but, as she processes the words in the clouds, she drops the mug in surprise, tears instantly running down her face. She gasps inaudibly, looking down at him. "Oh my God.. yes, yes! I will, of course!" She says as she scoops him up, clinging to him.
He lets himself get scoops up, moving the bejeweled ring onto her ring finger. All his fear washes away as he holds her tightly “I am unbelievably happy to hear that, I am so happy.” He kisses her, tears rolling down his own face.
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
There is a large farm house that is surrounded by woods out on the edges of town. The deed to the house was originally under William's father's name but he inherited it after they passed.
There is a large farm house that is surrounded by woods out on the edges of town. The deed to the house was originally under William's father's name but he inherited it after they passed.
*Found it myself!*
Felix walks over and knocks on the door. He can't get to the most resonant spots due to being under 4ft tall, so he knocks a bit louder than he normally should.
*cut for Riotan, sorry my replies are taking so long. my internet is abysmal rn.*
Riotan strides up next to the angel, staring into their eyes with gleeful malice. “How interesting…”
If writhes about, snarling. Stroth silences it with a curb stomp to the skull "Anyways, I was thinking about using it for something. You want the parts I don't need?"
“Sure. Could be useful. But there’s something I’d also like to take, if you don’t object to me being here for a bit longer. As I probably mentioned, I eat pain, and this guy here is like a banquet.”
"Of course. Do what you must." She bows, nodding. She sets up her tools and numerous alchemical items.
“Lovely~” Riotan positions himself at the angel’s head, hunching over its face and unhinging his jaw. He holds this pose, his eyes glowing white as he emits a hoarse rasping. This is how the Misery Eater feeds.
She watches, fascination painting her face.
“Oh don’t stop on account of me. I get peckish.” He says casually.
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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.
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*Shore*
Stroth is tearing apart an angel. She is dressed in her normal black dress but it's stained with ichor.
Scott is writing while possessed.
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
He lets himself get scoops up, moving the bejeweled ring onto her ring finger. All his fear washes away as he holds her tightly “I am unbelievably happy to hear that, I am so happy.” He kisses her, tears rolling down his own face.
*Amazing show you could say.*
*Hey Wendi, you up for Felix breaking your door down? If not, would you like do do something else?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Sanviento is flying over with a sandwich in hand, seeing the torn apart angel and floating down.
*I disliked almost every romance subplot.*
*Raph's was cool, though.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Stroth looks up "Ah, hello there." She said, licking her fingers.
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
*I replied to what you posted. Let me see if I can repost it.*
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
*The romantic subplots were weird, but we don’t watch them for the subplots.*
(yo wendigo, can you check your pms?)
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
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
“…I’d say it matters most of the time, but… well, who contracted you?”
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 looks to the corpse “Hmm, that’s fun. Hello.” He squats down “You did this yourself? Why am I not surprised?”
"I need it for a plan I have." She said, grinning "Can you blame me. I'm a curious girl"
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
*Found it myself!*
Felix walks over and knocks on the door. He can't get to the most resonant spots due to being under 4ft tall, so he knocks a bit louder than he normally should.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
he looks over curiously
*Leatherhead was awesome.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Oh don’t stop on account of me. I get peckish.” He says casually.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.