"I had my servant's prepare some breakfast if you would like any."
Xan hugged the blankets around his shoulders for a moment, thinking. "I don't deserve that.." He said.
"Well, it's available no matter how humble you are."
He nods and stands up, snapping his fingers. An outfit seems to form from nowhere, right into his hands. A black crop-top, a pair of soft black leggings, and 2 inch heels.
He pulls out his watch. "I've got something that might interest you!" He reaches into the face as though it were a portal, and pulls out a teapot covered with designs of eyes, trains, and spiders. "Xan suggested art to me, so I took up a pottery class! I'm very poor at making tea, so when I heard you were good at it, I thought you might like this!"
She smiles, baring sharp teeth. "Oh, I love it dear! Thank you so much!" she says and examines it, the smile never leaving her face.
The eyes seem to follow her. She can hear things clanking and shifting inside. When she opens it, there are multiple canisters of various tea reagents. Cinnamon, lavender, and even bee's wings. "I had to find out firsthand that it doesn't matter how expensive the ingredients are, you need skill, or at least experience."
Amoretta curtsied and smiled brightly "I do so love it. It is hard to find certain ingredients down here, but you have made it much easier for me." she says and snaps her fingers. Three small jars appear. They are labeled on the tops: 'Dried Orange Peel', 'Yellow Rose Petals', and 'Blood'.
He pulls out his watch. "I've got something that might interest you!" He reaches into the face as though it were a portal, and pulls out a teapot covered with designs of eyes, trains, and spiders. "Xan suggested art to me, so I took up a pottery class! I'm very poor at making tea, so when I heard you were good at it, I thought you might like this!"
She smiles, baring sharp teeth. "Oh, I love it dear! Thank you so much!" she says and examines it, the smile never leaving her face.
The eyes seem to follow her. She can hear things clanking and shifting inside. When she opens it, there are multiple canisters of various tea reagents. Cinnamon, lavender, and even bee's wings. "I had to find out firsthand that it doesn't matter how expensive the ingredients are, you need skill, or at least experience."
Amoretta curtsied and smiled brightly "I do so love it. It is hard to find certain ingredients down here, but you have made it much easier for me." she says and snaps her fingers. Three small jars appear. They are labeled on the tops: 'Dried Orange Peel', 'Yellow Rose Petals', and 'Blood'.
He sits down and waits. "I'm very interested to see what a master like you can do!"
He pulls out his watch. "I've got something that might interest you!" He reaches into the face as though it were a portal, and pulls out a teapot covered with designs of eyes, trains, and spiders. "Xan suggested art to me, so I took up a pottery class! I'm very poor at making tea, so when I heard you were good at it, I thought you might like this!"
She smiles, baring sharp teeth. "Oh, I love it dear! Thank you so much!" she says and examines it, the smile never leaving her face.
The eyes seem to follow her. She can hear things clanking and shifting inside. When she opens it, there are multiple canisters of various tea reagents. Cinnamon, lavender, and even bee's wings. "I had to find out firsthand that it doesn't matter how expensive the ingredients are, you need skill, or at least experience."
Amoretta curtsied and smiled brightly "I do so love it. It is hard to find certain ingredients down here, but you have made it much easier for me." she says and snaps her fingers. Three small jars appear. They are labeled on the tops: 'Dried Orange Peel', 'Yellow Rose Petals', and 'Blood'.
He sits down and waits. "I'm very interested to see what a master like you can do!"
She smiles and waves a hand again. An orb of fire springs up in her palm and she sits the kettle on it. The familiar pitch of the tea kettle fills the air as she removes it and sets it down. She places the herbs and blood in a small spoon with holes in it and places them in the steaming water. She lets it sit for a moment before pouring them each a cup.
He sits down and waits. "I'm very interested to see what a master like you can do!"
She smiles and waves a hand again. An orb of fire springs up in her palm and she sits the kettle on it. The familiar pitch of the tea kettle fills the air as she removes it and sets it down. She places the herbs and blood in a small spoon with holes in it and places them in the steaming water. She lets it sit for a moment before pouring them each a cup.
He takes a sip of his tea. Some of it ends up running out of the deep gash in his mouth and into his wound. He doesn't seem to notice, or if he does notice he doesn't care. "Now, I assume you're mad at me about something? It's kind of the default state of things these days, so I wouldn't blame you."
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Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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He nods and stands up, snapping his fingers. An outfit seems to form from nowhere, right into his hands. A black crop-top, a pair of soft black leggings, and 2 inch heels.
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"I'll be down the hall in the dining room if you wish to join me. It's the 13th door on the right."
"Ah..." he blushes, rope popping into existence. "Oh...oh god. Not now"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Amoretta curtsied and smiled brightly "I do so love it. It is hard to find certain ingredients down here, but you have made it much easier for me." she says and snaps her fingers. Three small jars appear. They are labeled on the tops: 'Dried Orange Peel', 'Yellow Rose Petals', and 'Blood'.
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he nods and gets dressed before reappearing in the dining room. "Quite sorry.."
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Xan looks at the rope, smirking. "Thoughts in the gutter hm?"
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"No problem! Breakfast has just been served." He pulls out a chair for Xan as a group of imps bring out plates of steaming food of all variety.
"I...uhm...yes.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Xan sits down and looks at the food, nodding his head in appreciation.
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Xan smiles and picks up the rope, testing it, before wrapping it along the length of his arm.
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He sits down and waits. "I'm very interested to see what a master like you can do!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Help yourself!"
"W-what are ya doin?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She smiles and waves a hand again. An orb of fire springs up in her palm and she sits the kettle on it. The familiar pitch of the tea kettle fills the air as she removes it and sets it down. She places the herbs and blood in a small spoon with holes in it and places them in the steaming water. She lets it sit for a moment before pouring them each a cup.
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"Thank you." He says and begins to eat.
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"Testing the strength of it." He said
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Armaros sits next to him and begins to have some for himself.
It is very strong
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Xan stops eating and looks up at him "How are you feeling?"
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He takes a sip of his tea. Some of it ends up running out of the deep gash in his mouth and into his wound. He doesn't seem to notice, or if he does notice he doesn't care. "Now, I assume you're mad at me about something? It's kind of the default state of things these days, so I wouldn't blame you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels