Samartian stands before many folks, a mix between devils he has worked with, served with, and helped as well as others like his cultists, his work staff, and even an angel who stays towards the back. A woman stands beside him at the front, carrying a massive black book in her hands. Many snakes move around her from where they sprout from her back alongside a massive pair of wings. She hands Samaritan a bouquet of flowers of multiple colors.
Stroth looks to be waiting for Riotan, assigned by Samaritan to walk him down the aisle. He wears a simple black suit-like dress, always defying the gender norms.
Presumably, several of Rio's devotees would be seated in attendance as well. Plenty of Riotan's trademark cobbled-together demons are also there, though all of them have a needle-like spindle embedded in them somewhere that's presumably curbing their bloodlust.
An unseen voice whispers to Stroth. "Everything looking good?"
He nods "For the most part." he chuckles, fixing his cuff links.
"Yeah, right.. magically I'll have something to do with my feelings for you; magically, you and your fiancee will split apart.. Get off me." he scoots away "..please."
She tilts her hat to him, just being polite.
He lets go and moves away. "I can't be your goal. But I know what it's like to feel as though everything's worthless because you can't be with 'the one'. The thing is, no such person exists. There are so many people. And at this inn alone, you WILL find someone who will be far more worth it than me. For my sake, I just want you to try and find them."
He nods to her in turn. "Good evening."
"I need there to be something more than 'find somebody else', Rio... I know what I feel is justified" (def not) "I look at you and.. I just melt.."
"How ya doin', sir?"
"But that's how this has to be. I'll look out for you. I'll always be your friend. And I will support you however I can. But I cannot provide romantic effort in response, Mac."
"Oh, quite alright. A bit tense, but well enough."
*been waiting for the cultist move* He shakes his head and puts his paws in his lap, unknowingly digging his claws into his thighs. "You can't support me the way I need anymore, and that's okay. It's not your fault you fell in love ages ago.. I've been living a fools errand on borrowed time." he smiles weakly "it's been more than time enough for me to go."
"Tense? Sugar, ya gotta try and loosen up."
*?*
Rio sighs. "I don't think there's anything I can say that can help in a way you'd find satisfactory, but I'm going to keep you safe anyway, even if you do leave. Maybe leaving will help if you can't get over me..."
"Well, as old as I may be, I still get antsy when I'm waiting for news back."
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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.
Resting in the remains of a shattered church in Yharnam, two souls are being eternally bound to each other, if it weren’t for each of their insanity and the blood curdling screams that the city is known for, normal people may find this a sweet moment. The blood moon shines down onto the open roof, or rather the lack there of, the distant sound of whispering entities able to be heard by some. The gifts and food have been put away for later, and the ceremony has begun.
An eerie music begins to play as Henry, sitting at the piano nearby taps the keys in a melody to which even creatures beyond the stars would rejoice, reality a hair’s breath from shattering like glass and leading to an endless chorus of maddening silence, and yet the most beautiful sound anyone could ever hope to hear. After the small song, he stands up, preparing himself to get married, now is the time, he has dressed in his finest suit, taking a deep breath, ready.
*That looks amazing- does a wonderful job of setting the scene. Let me know when you're ready and we can begin- I'll wait 'til then.*
In a decaying room off to the side of the building (or at least, what's left of it), listening to the screeching serenade of the horrors outside while prepares to finally walk through the doors and marry the love of her life, is KK. She is dressed in a jet black suit coat and matching pants with faint details of green and gold in it, with an emerald green blouse under the coat that is knit with patterns of skulls in its stitching and a tie with gold accents. An additional layer of lace-like fabric bearing patterns of hands and arms extends from each of her coat's sleeves, and her hands each have sets of dark metal claw rings. She wears jet-black shoes with only the slightest heel and faint golden trim. On her coat lapel is a wretched-looking flower- one exposed to the Old Blood- that is laden with barbed thorns on its petals.
She waits for Henry's song to conclude, before slowly walking towards the door. She then stops again, taking a deep breath, fully ready for today, before continuing. Now is the time.
Samartian stands before many folks, a mix between devils he has worked with, served with, and helped as well as others like his cultists, his work staff, and even an angel who stays towards the back. A woman stands beside him at the front, carrying a massive black book in her hands. Many snakes move around her from where they sprout from her back alongside a massive pair of wings. She hands Samaritan a bouquet of flowers of multiple colors.
Stroth looks to be waiting for Riotan, assigned by Samaritan to walk him down the aisle. He wears a simple black suit-like dress, always defying the gender norms.
Presumably, several of Rio's devotees would be seated in attendance as well. Plenty of Riotan's trademark cobbled-together demons are also there, though all of them have a needle-like spindle embedded in them somewhere that's presumably curbing their bloodlust.
An unseen voice whispers to Stroth. "Everything looking good?"
He nods "For the most part." he chuckles, fixing his cuff links.
"Perfect." With that, the many paper lanterns, each of which contained a single scale from Riotan and burn red, floating above the crowd, go out. The elegant, intertwining black-and-green Lower Planes flowers, set in vases at the tables, all begin to bloom at once. And with a dry rattle and rasp of dust and keratin scraping against the ground, Riotan appears next to Stroth. His outfit is just as flowy and intricate as ever. Countless tight bands of azure, viridian, and metallic grey silk wrap around Rio's figure, and a sash and girdle decorated with images of skeletal serpents keep the entire dress bound together. The dress fans out as it approaches the ground, resembling a Piet Mondrian painting composed of dozens of vertical segments like the rays of an iron star. He is clad in winding silver heels and snakes of all kinds are draped and wrapped around his neck, arms, and waist.
Samartian stands before many folks, a mix between devils he has worked with, served with, and helped as well as others like his cultists, his work staff, and even an angel who stays towards the back. A woman stands beside him at the front, carrying a massive black book in her hands. Many snakes move around her from where they sprout from her back alongside a massive pair of wings. She hands Samaritan a bouquet of flowers of multiple colors.
Stroth looks to be waiting for Riotan, assigned by Samaritan to walk him down the aisle. He wears a simple black suit-like dress, always defying the gender norms.
Presumably, several of Rio's devotees would be seated in attendance as well. Plenty of Riotan's trademark cobbled-together demons are also there, though all of them have a needle-like spindle embedded in them somewhere that's presumably curbing their bloodlust.
An unseen voice whispers to Stroth. "Everything looking good?"
He nods "For the most part." he chuckles, fixing his cuff links.
"Perfect." With that, the many paper lanterns, each of which contained a single scale from Riotan and burn red, floating above the crowd, go out. The elegant, intertwining black-and-green Lower Planes flowers, set in vases at the tables, all begin to bloom at once. And with a dry rattle and rasp of dust and keratin scraping against the ground, Riotan appears next to Stroth. His outfit is just as flowy and intricate as ever. Countless tight bands of azure, viridian, and metallic grey silk wrap around Rio's figure, and a sash and girdle decorated with images of skeletal serpents keep the entire dress bound together. The dress fans out as it approaches the ground, resembling a Piet Mondrian painting composed of dozens of vertical segments like the rays of an iron star. He is clad in winding silver heels and snakes of all kinds are draped and wrapped around his neck, arms, and waist.
Stroth smirks and looks towards Samaritan before turning back to him "Drama Queens". He takes Riotan by the arm and leads him down the aisle. Samartian's eyes glow behind the mask, glowing with bright joy.
Samartian stands before many folks, a mix between devils he has worked with, served with, and helped as well as others like his cultists, his work staff, and even an angel who stays towards the back. A woman stands beside him at the front, carrying a massive black book in her hands. Many snakes move around her from where they sprout from her back alongside a massive pair of wings. She hands Samaritan a bouquet of flowers of multiple colors.
Stroth looks to be waiting for Riotan, assigned by Samaritan to walk him down the aisle. He wears a simple black suit-like dress, always defying the gender norms.
Presumably, several of Rio's devotees would be seated in attendance as well. Plenty of Riotan's trademark cobbled-together demons are also there, though all of them have a needle-like spindle embedded in them somewhere that's presumably curbing their bloodlust.
An unseen voice whispers to Stroth. "Everything looking good?"
He nods "For the most part." he chuckles, fixing his cuff links.
"Perfect." With that, the many paper lanterns, each of which contained a single scale from Riotan and burn red, floating above the crowd, go out. The elegant, intertwining black-and-green Lower Planes flowers, set in vases at the tables, all begin to bloom at once. And with a dry rattle and rasp of dust and keratin scraping against the ground, Riotan appears next to Stroth. His outfit is just as flowy and intricate as ever. Countless tight bands of azure, viridian, and metallic grey silk wrap around Rio's figure, and a sash and girdle decorated with images of skeletal serpents keep the entire dress bound together. The dress fans out as it approaches the ground, resembling a Piet Mondrian painting composed of dozens of vertical segments like the rays of an iron star. He is clad in winding silver heels and snakes of all kinds are draped and wrapped around his neck, arms, and waist.
Stroth smirks and looks towards Samaritan before turning back to him "Drama Queens". He takes Riotan by the arm and leads him down the aisle. Samartian's eyes glow behind the mask, glowing with bright joy.
As Rio walks, his hide glows in innumerable colors, the runes carved on his scales all alight. He beams at Samaritan.
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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.
Samartian stands before many folks, a mix between devils he has worked with, served with, and helped as well as others like his cultists, his work staff, and even an angel who stays towards the back. A woman stands beside him at the front, carrying a massive black book in her hands. Many snakes move around her from where they sprout from her back alongside a massive pair of wings. She hands Samaritan a bouquet of flowers of multiple colors.
Stroth looks to be waiting for Riotan, assigned by Samaritan to walk him down the aisle. He wears a simple black suit-like dress, always defying the gender norms.
Presumably, several of Rio's devotees would be seated in attendance as well. Plenty of Riotan's trademark cobbled-together demons are also there, though all of them have a needle-like spindle embedded in them somewhere that's presumably curbing their bloodlust.
An unseen voice whispers to Stroth. "Everything looking good?"
He nods "For the most part." he chuckles, fixing his cuff links.
"Perfect." With that, the many paper lanterns, each of which contained a single scale from Riotan and burn red, floating above the crowd, go out. The elegant, intertwining black-and-green Lower Planes flowers, set in vases at the tables, all begin to bloom at once. And with a dry rattle and rasp of dust and keratin scraping against the ground, Riotan appears next to Stroth. His outfit is just as flowy and intricate as ever. Countless tight bands of azure, viridian, and metallic grey silk wrap around Rio's figure, and a sash and girdle decorated with images of skeletal serpents keep the entire dress bound together. The dress fans out as it approaches the ground, resembling a Piet Mondrian painting composed of dozens of vertical segments like the rays of an iron star. He is clad in winding silver heels and snakes of all kinds are draped and wrapped around his neck, arms, and waist.
Stroth smirks and looks towards Samaritan before turning back to him "Drama Queens". He takes Riotan by the arm and leads him down the aisle. Samartian's eyes glow behind the mask, glowing with bright joy.
As Rio walks, his hide glows in innumerable colors, the runes carved on his scales all alight. He beams at Samaritan.
Stroth hands him off to Samaritan and bows to them both, taking his seat. Samaritan gently holds Riotan's hands and laughs brightly "Never thought this would ever happen.."
Samartian stands before many folks, a mix between devils he has worked with, served with, and helped as well as others like his cultists, his work staff, and even an angel who stays towards the back. A woman stands beside him at the front, carrying a massive black book in her hands. Many snakes move around her from where they sprout from her back alongside a massive pair of wings. She hands Samaritan a bouquet of flowers of multiple colors.
Stroth looks to be waiting for Riotan, assigned by Samaritan to walk him down the aisle. He wears a simple black suit-like dress, always defying the gender norms.
Presumably, several of Rio's devotees would be seated in attendance as well. Plenty of Riotan's trademark cobbled-together demons are also there, though all of them have a needle-like spindle embedded in them somewhere that's presumably curbing their bloodlust.
An unseen voice whispers to Stroth. "Everything looking good?"
He nods "For the most part." he chuckles, fixing his cuff links.
"Perfect." With that, the many paper lanterns, each of which contained a single scale from Riotan and burn red, floating above the crowd, go out. The elegant, intertwining black-and-green Lower Planes flowers, set in vases at the tables, all begin to bloom at once. And with a dry rattle and rasp of dust and keratin scraping against the ground, Riotan appears next to Stroth. His outfit is just as flowy and intricate as ever. Countless tight bands of azure, viridian, and metallic grey silk wrap around Rio's figure, and a sash and girdle decorated with images of skeletal serpents keep the entire dress bound together. The dress fans out as it approaches the ground, resembling a Piet Mondrian painting composed of dozens of vertical segments like the rays of an iron star. He is clad in winding silver heels and snakes of all kinds are draped and wrapped around his neck, arms, and waist.
Stroth smirks and looks towards Samaritan before turning back to him "Drama Queens". He takes Riotan by the arm and leads him down the aisle. Samartian's eyes glow behind the mask, glowing with bright joy.
As Rio walks, his hide glows in innumerable colors, the runes carved on his scales all alight. He beams at Samaritan.
Stroth hands him off to Samaritan and bows to them both, taking his seat. Samaritan gently holds Riotan's hands and laughs brightly "Never thought this would ever happen.."
"Neither did I..." Rio turns to the altar as the snakes slide off and move away from the scene. "Should I have worn a veil?"
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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.
Samartian stands before many folks, a mix between devils he has worked with, served with, and helped as well as others like his cultists, his work staff, and even an angel who stays towards the back. A woman stands beside him at the front, carrying a massive black book in her hands. Many snakes move around her from where they sprout from her back alongside a massive pair of wings. She hands Samaritan a bouquet of flowers of multiple colors.
Stroth looks to be waiting for Riotan, assigned by Samaritan to walk him down the aisle. He wears a simple black suit-like dress, always defying the gender norms.
Presumably, several of Rio's devotees would be seated in attendance as well. Plenty of Riotan's trademark cobbled-together demons are also there, though all of them have a needle-like spindle embedded in them somewhere that's presumably curbing their bloodlust.
An unseen voice whispers to Stroth. "Everything looking good?"
He nods "For the most part." he chuckles, fixing his cuff links.
"Perfect." With that, the many paper lanterns, each of which contained a single scale from Riotan and burn red, floating above the crowd, go out. The elegant, intertwining black-and-green Lower Planes flowers, set in vases at the tables, all begin to bloom at once. And with a dry rattle and rasp of dust and keratin scraping against the ground, Riotan appears next to Stroth. His outfit is just as flowy and intricate as ever. Countless tight bands of azure, viridian, and metallic grey silk wrap around Rio's figure, and a sash and girdle decorated with images of skeletal serpents keep the entire dress bound together. The dress fans out as it approaches the ground, resembling a Piet Mondrian painting composed of dozens of vertical segments like the rays of an iron star. He is clad in winding silver heels and snakes of all kinds are draped and wrapped around his neck, arms, and waist.
Stroth smirks and looks towards Samaritan before turning back to him "Drama Queens". He takes Riotan by the arm and leads him down the aisle. Samartian's eyes glow behind the mask, glowing with bright joy.
As Rio walks, his hide glows in innumerable colors, the runes carved on his scales all alight. He beams at Samaritan.
Stroth hands him off to Samaritan and bows to them both, taking his seat. Samaritan gently holds Riotan's hands and laughs brightly "Never thought this would ever happen.."
"Neither did I..." Rio turns to the altar as the snakes slide off and move away from the scene. "Should I have worn a veil?"
The woman waves and chuckles "Don't wanna hide yer pretty face honey". Samaritan chuckles and nods "True."
Samartian stands before many folks, a mix between devils he has worked with, served with, and helped as well as others like his cultists, his work staff, and even an angel who stays towards the back. A woman stands beside him at the front, carrying a massive black book in her hands. Many snakes move around her from where they sprout from her back alongside a massive pair of wings. She hands Samaritan a bouquet of flowers of multiple colors.
Stroth looks to be waiting for Riotan, assigned by Samaritan to walk him down the aisle. He wears a simple black suit-like dress, always defying the gender norms.
Presumably, several of Rio's devotees would be seated in attendance as well. Plenty of Riotan's trademark cobbled-together demons are also there, though all of them have a needle-like spindle embedded in them somewhere that's presumably curbing their bloodlust.
An unseen voice whispers to Stroth. "Everything looking good?"
He nods "For the most part." he chuckles, fixing his cuff links.
"Perfect." With that, the many paper lanterns, each of which contained a single scale from Riotan and burn red, floating above the crowd, go out. The elegant, intertwining black-and-green Lower Planes flowers, set in vases at the tables, all begin to bloom at once. And with a dry rattle and rasp of dust and keratin scraping against the ground, Riotan appears next to Stroth. His outfit is just as flowy and intricate as ever. Countless tight bands of azure, viridian, and metallic grey silk wrap around Rio's figure, and a sash and girdle decorated with images of skeletal serpents keep the entire dress bound together. The dress fans out as it approaches the ground, resembling a Piet Mondrian painting composed of dozens of vertical segments like the rays of an iron star. He is clad in winding silver heels and snakes of all kinds are draped and wrapped around his neck, arms, and waist.
Stroth smirks and looks towards Samaritan before turning back to him "Drama Queens". He takes Riotan by the arm and leads him down the aisle. Samartian's eyes glow behind the mask, glowing with bright joy.
As Rio walks, his hide glows in innumerable colors, the runes carved on his scales all alight. He beams at Samaritan.
Stroth hands him off to Samaritan and bows to them both, taking his seat. Samaritan gently holds Riotan's hands and laughs brightly "Never thought this would ever happen.."
"Neither did I..." Rio turns to the altar as the snakes slide off and move away from the scene. "Should I have worn a veil?"
The woman waves and chuckles "Don't wanna hide yer pretty face honey". Samaritan chuckles and nods "True."
He nods to the woman. "Alright then..."
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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.
Samartian stands before many folks, a mix between devils he has worked with, served with, and helped as well as others like his cultists, his work staff, and even an angel who stays towards the back. A woman stands beside him at the front, carrying a massive black book in her hands. Many snakes move around her from where they sprout from her back alongside a massive pair of wings. She hands Samaritan a bouquet of flowers of multiple colors.
Stroth looks to be waiting for Riotan, assigned by Samaritan to walk him down the aisle. He wears a simple black suit-like dress, always defying the gender norms.
Presumably, several of Rio's devotees would be seated in attendance as well. Plenty of Riotan's trademark cobbled-together demons are also there, though all of them have a needle-like spindle embedded in them somewhere that's presumably curbing their bloodlust.
An unseen voice whispers to Stroth. "Everything looking good?"
He nods "For the most part." he chuckles, fixing his cuff links.
"Perfect." With that, the many paper lanterns, each of which contained a single scale from Riotan and burn red, floating above the crowd, go out. The elegant, intertwining black-and-green Lower Planes flowers, set in vases at the tables, all begin to bloom at once. And with a dry rattle and rasp of dust and keratin scraping against the ground, Riotan appears next to Stroth. His outfit is just as flowy and intricate as ever. Countless tight bands of azure, viridian, and metallic grey silk wrap around Rio's figure, and a sash and girdle decorated with images of skeletal serpents keep the entire dress bound together. The dress fans out as it approaches the ground, resembling a Piet Mondrian painting composed of dozens of vertical segments like the rays of an iron star. He is clad in winding silver heels and snakes of all kinds are draped and wrapped around his neck, arms, and waist.
Stroth smirks and looks towards Samaritan before turning back to him "Drama Queens". He takes Riotan by the arm and leads him down the aisle. Samartian's eyes glow behind the mask, glowing with bright joy.
As Rio walks, his hide glows in innumerable colors, the runes carved on his scales all alight. He beams at Samaritan.
Stroth hands him off to Samaritan and bows to them both, taking his seat. Samaritan gently holds Riotan's hands and laughs brightly "Never thought this would ever happen.."
"Neither did I..." Rio turns to the altar as the snakes slide off and move away from the scene. "Should I have worn a veil?"
The woman waves and chuckles "Don't wanna hide yer pretty face honey". Samaritan chuckles and nods "True."
He nods to the woman. "Alright then..."
She nods and turns to face the crowd, setting the book down on the altar. "Fiends and Fellows, we gather here today for the unholy union between Riotan and Samaritan. Love is something all creatures, whether they are of high intelligence or of low, understand in some capacity." She says, smiling "The basic need for someone by your side is what every creature knows."
Samartian stands before many folks, a mix between devils he has worked with, served with, and helped as well as others like his cultists, his work staff, and even an angel who stays towards the back. A woman stands beside him at the front, carrying a massive black book in her hands. Many snakes move around her from where they sprout from her back alongside a massive pair of wings. She hands Samaritan a bouquet of flowers of multiple colors.
Stroth looks to be waiting for Riotan, assigned by Samaritan to walk him down the aisle. He wears a simple black suit-like dress, always defying the gender norms.
Presumably, several of Rio's devotees would be seated in attendance as well. Plenty of Riotan's trademark cobbled-together demons are also there, though all of them have a needle-like spindle embedded in them somewhere that's presumably curbing their bloodlust.
An unseen voice whispers to Stroth. "Everything looking good?"
He nods "For the most part." he chuckles, fixing his cuff links.
"Perfect." With that, the many paper lanterns, each of which contained a single scale from Riotan and burn red, floating above the crowd, go out. The elegant, intertwining black-and-green Lower Planes flowers, set in vases at the tables, all begin to bloom at once. And with a dry rattle and rasp of dust and keratin scraping against the ground, Riotan appears next to Stroth. His outfit is just as flowy and intricate as ever. Countless tight bands of azure, viridian, and metallic grey silk wrap around Rio's figure, and a sash and girdle decorated with images of skeletal serpents keep the entire dress bound together. The dress fans out as it approaches the ground, resembling a Piet Mondrian painting composed of dozens of vertical segments like the rays of an iron star. He is clad in winding silver heels and snakes of all kinds are draped and wrapped around his neck, arms, and waist.
Stroth smirks and looks towards Samaritan before turning back to him "Drama Queens". He takes Riotan by the arm and leads him down the aisle. Samartian's eyes glow behind the mask, glowing with bright joy.
As Rio walks, his hide glows in innumerable colors, the runes carved on his scales all alight. He beams at Samaritan.
Stroth hands him off to Samaritan and bows to them both, taking his seat. Samaritan gently holds Riotan's hands and laughs brightly "Never thought this would ever happen.."
"Neither did I..." Rio turns to the altar as the snakes slide off and move away from the scene. "Should I have worn a veil?"
The woman waves and chuckles "Don't wanna hide yer pretty face honey". Samaritan chuckles and nods "True."
He nods to the woman. "Alright then..."
She nods and turns to face the crowd, setting the book down on the altar. "Fiends and Fellows, we gather here today for the unholy union between Riotan and Samaritan. Love is something all creatures, whether they are of high intelligence or of low, understand in some capacity." She says, smiling "The basic need for someone by your side is what every creature knows."
Riotan listens to the opening speech, drinking in the moment.
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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.
"Yeah, right.. magically I'll have something to do with my feelings for you; magically, you and your fiancee will split apart.. Get off me." he scoots away "..please."
She tilts her hat to him, just being polite.
He lets go and moves away. "I can't be your goal. But I know what it's like to feel as though everything's worthless because you can't be with 'the one'. The thing is, no such person exists. There are so many people. And at this inn alone, you WILL find someone who will be far more worth it than me. For my sake, I just want you to try and find them."
He nods to her in turn. "Good evening."
"I need there to be something more than 'find somebody else', Rio... I know what I feel is justified" (def not) "I look at you and.. I just melt.."
"How ya doin', sir?"
"But that's how this has to be. I'll look out for you. I'll always be your friend. And I will support you however I can. But I cannot provide romantic effort in response, Mac."
"Oh, quite alright. A bit tense, but well enough."
*been waiting for the cultist move* He shakes his head and puts his paws in his lap, unknowingly digging his claws into his thighs. "You can't support me the way I need anymore, and that's okay. It's not your fault you fell in love ages ago.. I've been living a fools errand on borrowed time." he smiles weakly "it's been more than time enough for me to go."
"Tense? Sugar, ya gotta try and loosen up."
*?*
Rio sighs. "I don't think there's anything I can say that can help in a way you'd find satisfactory, but I'm going to keep you safe anyway, even if you do leave. Maybe leaving will help if you can't get over me..."
"Well, as old as I may be, I still get antsy when I'm waiting for news back."
Teary eyed, he puts a paw on Rio's face. "I don't know what to do anymore.."
"Have a drink, take a nap.. Bask in the sun!" she giggles
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"Yeah, right.. magically I'll have something to do with my feelings for you; magically, you and your fiancee will split apart.. Get off me." he scoots away "..please."
She tilts her hat to him, just being polite.
He lets go and moves away. "I can't be your goal. But I know what it's like to feel as though everything's worthless because you can't be with 'the one'. The thing is, no such person exists. There are so many people. And at this inn alone, you WILL find someone who will be far more worth it than me. For my sake, I just want you to try and find them."
He nods to her in turn. "Good evening."
"I need there to be something more than 'find somebody else', Rio... I know what I feel is justified" (def not) "I look at you and.. I just melt.."
"How ya doin', sir?"
"But that's how this has to be. I'll look out for you. I'll always be your friend. And I will support you however I can. But I cannot provide romantic effort in response, Mac."
"Oh, quite alright. A bit tense, but well enough."
*been waiting for the cultist move* He shakes his head and puts his paws in his lap, unknowingly digging his claws into his thighs. "You can't support me the way I need anymore, and that's okay. It's not your fault you fell in love ages ago.. I've been living a fools errand on borrowed time." he smiles weakly "it's been more than time enough for me to go."
"Tense? Sugar, ya gotta try and loosen up."
*?*
Rio sighs. "I don't think there's anything I can say that can help in a way you'd find satisfactory, but I'm going to keep you safe anyway, even if you do leave. Maybe leaving will help if you can't get over me..."
"Well, as old as I may be, I still get antsy when I'm waiting for news back."
Teary eyed, he puts a paw on Rio's face. "I don't know what to do anymore.."
"Have a drink, take a nap.. Bask in the sun!" she giggles
"Well..." He thinks for a bit, then reaches into his mouth and pulls out one of his smaller teeth in the back. "This will function as a sending stone so you can just clench it in your hand and talk into it, and I'll hear you."
"...to be honest, that's good advice."
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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.
"Yeah, right.. magically I'll have something to do with my feelings for you; magically, you and your fiancee will split apart.. Get off me." he scoots away "..please."
She tilts her hat to him, just being polite.
He lets go and moves away. "I can't be your goal. But I know what it's like to feel as though everything's worthless because you can't be with 'the one'. The thing is, no such person exists. There are so many people. And at this inn alone, you WILL find someone who will be far more worth it than me. For my sake, I just want you to try and find them."
He nods to her in turn. "Good evening."
"I need there to be something more than 'find somebody else', Rio... I know what I feel is justified" (def not) "I look at you and.. I just melt.."
"How ya doin', sir?"
"But that's how this has to be. I'll look out for you. I'll always be your friend. And I will support you however I can. But I cannot provide romantic effort in response, Mac."
"Oh, quite alright. A bit tense, but well enough."
*been waiting for the cultist move* He shakes his head and puts his paws in his lap, unknowingly digging his claws into his thighs. "You can't support me the way I need anymore, and that's okay. It's not your fault you fell in love ages ago.. I've been living a fools errand on borrowed time." he smiles weakly "it's been more than time enough for me to go."
"Tense? Sugar, ya gotta try and loosen up."
*?*
Rio sighs. "I don't think there's anything I can say that can help in a way you'd find satisfactory, but I'm going to keep you safe anyway, even if you do leave. Maybe leaving will help if you can't get over me..."
"Well, as old as I may be, I still get antsy when I'm waiting for news back."
Teary eyed, he puts a paw on Rio's face. "I don't know what to do anymore.."
"Have a drink, take a nap.. Bask in the sun!" she giggles
"Well..." He thinks for a bit, then reaches into his mouth and pulls out one of his smaller teeth in the back. "This will function as a sending stone so you can just clench it in your hand and talk into it, and I'll hear you."
"...to be honest, that's good advice."
"And n-nobody else can?.." he sniffles, holding out his paws to take it
"Get rested and enjoy the fresh air. Keep yer mind off things." (advice I probably need to take..)
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"Yeah, right.. magically I'll have something to do with my feelings for you; magically, you and your fiancee will split apart.. Get off me." he scoots away "..please."
She tilts her hat to him, just being polite.
He lets go and moves away. "I can't be your goal. But I know what it's like to feel as though everything's worthless because you can't be with 'the one'. The thing is, no such person exists. There are so many people. And at this inn alone, you WILL find someone who will be far more worth it than me. For my sake, I just want you to try and find them."
He nods to her in turn. "Good evening."
"I need there to be something more than 'find somebody else', Rio... I know what I feel is justified" (def not) "I look at you and.. I just melt.."
"How ya doin', sir?"
"But that's how this has to be. I'll look out for you. I'll always be your friend. And I will support you however I can. But I cannot provide romantic effort in response, Mac."
"Oh, quite alright. A bit tense, but well enough."
*been waiting for the cultist move* He shakes his head and puts his paws in his lap, unknowingly digging his claws into his thighs. "You can't support me the way I need anymore, and that's okay. It's not your fault you fell in love ages ago.. I've been living a fools errand on borrowed time." he smiles weakly "it's been more than time enough for me to go."
"Tense? Sugar, ya gotta try and loosen up."
*?*
Rio sighs. "I don't think there's anything I can say that can help in a way you'd find satisfactory, but I'm going to keep you safe anyway, even if you do leave. Maybe leaving will help if you can't get over me..."
"Well, as old as I may be, I still get antsy when I'm waiting for news back."
Teary eyed, he puts a paw on Rio's face. "I don't know what to do anymore.."
"Have a drink, take a nap.. Bask in the sun!" she giggles
"Well..." He thinks for a bit, then reaches into his mouth and pulls out one of his smaller teeth in the back. "This will function as a sending stone so you can just clench it in your hand and talk into it, and I'll hear you."
"...to be honest, that's good advice."
"And n-nobody else can?.." he sniffles, holding out his paws to take it
"Get rested and enjoy the fresh air. Keep yer mind off things." (advice I probably need to take..)
"Nope. Goes right into my mind."
Thirteen nods. "You're very wise."
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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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He nods "For the most part." he chuckles, fixing his cuff links.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
*Bye*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*?*
Rio sighs. "I don't think there's anything I can say that can help in a way you'd find satisfactory, but I'm going to keep you safe anyway, even if you do leave. Maybe leaving will help if you can't get over me..."
"Well, as old as I may be, I still get antsy when I'm waiting for news back."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*you don't need to go, i'm sorry*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*That looks amazing- does a wonderful job of setting the scene. Let me know when you're ready and we can begin- I'll wait 'til then.*
In a decaying room off to the side of the building (or at least, what's left of it), listening to the screeching serenade of the horrors outside while prepares to finally walk through the doors and marry the love of her life, is KK. She is dressed in a jet black suit coat and matching pants with faint details of green and gold in it, with an emerald green blouse under the coat that is knit with patterns of skulls in its stitching and a tie with gold accents. An additional layer of lace-like fabric bearing patterns of hands and arms extends from each of her coat's sleeves, and her hands each have sets of dark metal claw rings. She wears jet-black shoes with only the slightest heel and faint golden trim. On her coat lapel is a wretched-looking flower- one exposed to the Old Blood- that is laden with barbed thorns on its petals.
She waits for Henry's song to conclude, before slowly walking towards the door. She then stops again, taking a deep breath, fully ready for today, before continuing. Now is the time.
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 might be back, I love you*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
"Perfect." With that, the many paper lanterns, each of which contained a single scale from Riotan and burn red, floating above the crowd, go out. The elegant, intertwining black-and-green Lower Planes flowers, set in vases at the tables, all begin to bloom at once. And with a dry rattle and rasp of dust and keratin scraping against the ground, Riotan appears next to Stroth. His outfit is just as flowy and intricate as ever. Countless tight bands of azure, viridian, and metallic grey silk wrap around Rio's figure, and a sash and girdle decorated with images of skeletal serpents keep the entire dress bound together. The dress fans out as it approaches the ground, resembling a Piet Mondrian painting composed of dozens of vertical segments like the rays of an iron star. He is clad in winding silver heels and snakes of all kinds are draped and wrapped around his neck, arms, and waist.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*okay then, love you, bye*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Stroth smirks and looks towards Samaritan before turning back to him "Drama Queens". He takes Riotan by the arm and leads him down the aisle. Samartian's eyes glow behind the mask, glowing with bright joy.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
As Rio walks, his hide glows in innumerable colors, the runes carved on his scales all alight. He beams at Samaritan.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Stroth hands him off to Samaritan and bows to them both, taking his seat. Samaritan gently holds Riotan's hands and laughs brightly "Never thought this would ever happen.."
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
"Neither did I..." Rio turns to the altar as the snakes slide off and move away from the scene. "Should I have worn a veil?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The woman waves and chuckles "Don't wanna hide yer pretty face honey". Samaritan chuckles and nods "True."
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
He nods to the woman. "Alright then..."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She nods and turns to face the crowd, setting the book down on the altar. "Fiends and Fellows, we gather here today for the unholy union between Riotan and Samaritan. Love is something all creatures, whether they are of high intelligence or of low, understand in some capacity." She says, smiling "The basic need for someone by your side is what every creature knows."
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
Riotan listens to the opening speech, drinking in the moment.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Teary eyed, he puts a paw on Rio's face. "I don't know what to do anymore.."
"Have a drink, take a nap.. Bask in the sun!" she giggles
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
"Well..." He thinks for a bit, then reaches into his mouth and pulls out one of his smaller teeth in the back. "This will function as a sending stone so you can just clench it in your hand and talk into it, and I'll hear you."
"...to be honest, that's good advice."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"And n-nobody else can?.." he sniffles, holding out his paws to take it
"Get rested and enjoy the fresh air. Keep yer mind off things." (advice I probably need to take..)
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
"Nope. Goes right into my mind."
Thirteen nods. "You're very wise."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.