*You know it's a good day when the character you created thinks that you are the leader to a cult that is spreading the word about your malicious darker self and tries to end your life but the dark self turns around and takes over you killing your character off.*
*...yeah!*
*(Alan Wake Reference)*
*i assumed*
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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.
*You know it's a good day when the character you created thinks that you are the leader to a cult that is spreading the word about your malicious darker self and tries to end your life but the dark self turns around and takes over you killing your character off.*
*You're going to the Dark Place, little buddy!*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She hiccups, “You’re no fun…” She leans against them, downing her second glass.
She politely sits down at the table, “Xavier wanted to come over, and I decided to come along with him, if that’s okay with you.”
He goes back to the kitchen, “What brings you?”
"No, I'm trying to be a good human.. err, fox. I don't want to be reckless and not prepared for this kid." he holds them
"Oh, that's perfectly fine, glad to meet friends of my brothers." she sits at her spot at the table
"Me and my fiancee came down to visit my sisters. We figured a visit with Sam would be short, but we weren't expecting dinner." he laughs politely
She looks up to them, “Can we keep kissing though? You are the best at kissing.” She says drunkenly.
“Well, I’m more than simply his friend, more accurately, I’m his fiancée.” She says, looking at the table, and the silverware.
He laughs with them, continuing to cook “Happy to hear you’re getting married, so am I. Your sister happens to be the love of my life, it won’t take too long, just a small meal, don’t worry.”
"of course, dear." he holds her and kisses her face.
"Well, that's wonderful! We all thought he could never do it, and here you are."
"Is that so? Well, during dinner i'll raise a toast. That's wonderful, Rag."
She kisses them back drunkenly, seeming to have lost more of her wine tolerance.
“Your brother brought light into my life, I’m happy to have him.” She smiles brightly at them, showing her fangs.
“You don’t have to do that for me, thank you either way. Dinner will be done soon.” He cuts his hand, blood pouring into one of the meals.
"You've only had two glasses, dear.."
"Xavier was born a premie, so I'm glad to hear it." she smiles back, her own fangs showing
"It's for us." he assures Rag. "Uhm, what the [GP]?.. why the blood?" he goes pale
“Would you like to have another? I do.” She begins pouring herself another glass, hands shaky.
She nods, “We didn’t expect dinner, but thank you kindly, I likely won’t be able to eat much.”
“Smelled that your fiancée wasn’t exactly… human, let’s say, don’t want her to have trouble eating.” He closes the wound soon after.
He takes her glass. "That's enough for immediately right now."
"My fiancee's blood has spilt. he's likely accommodating you." she smiles
"Oh, right.. sometimes I forget I'm not the only one who knows what she is." he laughs nervously.
“Just one more drink, just one more… sweetie.” She says, trying to reach out for the glass.
She tilts her head, smiling back “That’s kind of him, though not at all necessary, thank you both, you are lovely.”
“Less what, more a rough estimation of what she is. I’d like to know more if you’re willing to tell.” He laughs with them.
*i assumed*
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're going to the Dark Place, little buddy!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh? What experience does he have in that regard?" He goes to sit next to her, piling the bones up on the other side of him.
Eito inclines their head to you. "All is serene."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Oh. I was unaware to the portfolio of the possessor."
"Blissful."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I probably will, but I'd like to talk to you! I value our conversation."
"What is it like to hold preeminence over winter?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Oh, alright. Sorry." He nods.
"What duties does it entail?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Just one more drink, just one more… sweetie.” She says, trying to reach out for the glass.
She tilts her head, smiling back “That’s kind of him, though not at all necessary, thank you both, you are lovely.”
“Less what, more a rough estimation of what she is. I’d like to know more if you’re willing to tell.” He laughs with them.
*Sorry, I’m here now, does anyone want to rp or anything?*
"Thank you." He says genuinely.
"Are there any other weather spirits involved with your acts?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut for Salem.*
She huffs, beginning to nibble at their neck, her hair turning to snakes which do the same, “Fine…”
“I would have to believe you, with what little I know.” She waits for Rag to begin serving, which he does soon after.
Rag begins serving the food when he gets to the table “That’s interesting, and she sounds like a wonderful partner, both of them.”
“N-no… your waste did right now.” She says, leaning against them, unable to sit straight.
Duchess begins eating, polite as the food is shredded upon entering her mouth.
He begins to eat, sitting next to Sam in a much larger chair than everyone else’s.