“The…what?” She looks as if she is about to faint.
A drow in a crisp black suit and silvery gauntlets steps up behind her. “Madame, you are now in the lair of a notorious and wealthy gang of criminals. Would you like the tour?”
“Ah…yes of course” She appears to pull herself together a bit more
“This is the common room. Most interactions will likely be conducted here. To the left is the Lodgings, where most sleep. To the right is the Vault, where guild resources are kept. The Office is behind the stage. Don’t go there unless called.”
“Lovely. And you are?”
“Bonumis Caan. Assistant and assassin of Lord Longfoot.”
"by the way longfoot is the boss here. I personally just call him Joenth."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“The…what?” She looks as if she is about to faint.
A drow in a crisp black suit and silvery gauntlets steps up behind her. “Madame, you are now in the lair of a notorious and wealthy gang of criminals. Would you like the tour?”
“Ah…yes of course” She appears to pull herself together a bit more
“This is the common room. Most interactions will likely be conducted here. To the left is the Lodgings, where most sleep. To the right is the Vault, where guild resources are kept. The Office is behind the stage. Don’t go there unless called.”
“Lovely. And you are?”
“Bonumis Caan. Assistant and assassin of Lord Longfoot.”
"by the way longfoot is the boss here. I personally just call him Joenth."
“You have earned that right. Newcomers would do well to be respectful. Just to be safe.”
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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.
“The…what?” She looks as if she is about to faint.
A drow in a crisp black suit and silvery gauntlets steps up behind her. “Madame, you are now in the lair of a notorious and wealthy gang of criminals. Would you like the tour?”
“Ah…yes of course” She appears to pull herself together a bit more
“This is the common room. Most interactions will likely be conducted here. To the left is the Lodgings, where most sleep. To the right is the Vault, where guild resources are kept. The Office is behind the stage. Don’t go there unless called.”
“Lovely. And you are?”
“Bonumis Caan. Assistant and assassin of Lord Longfoot.”
“So you help the person you are trying to assassinate? How does that work?” She says this with a mildly amused expression, as if knowing exactly what he means and purposely ignoring it.
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
An elven child is here, and he appears to be very lost. He is wearing tattered trousers and a grimy cloak, and he smells kinda bad. His eyes dart around the walls, curious but also obviously scared
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
“The…what?” She looks as if she is about to faint.
A drow in a crisp black suit and silvery gauntlets steps up behind her. “Madame, you are now in the lair of a notorious and wealthy gang of criminals. Would you like the tour?”
“Ah…yes of course” She appears to pull herself together a bit more
“This is the common room. Most interactions will likely be conducted here. To the left is the Lodgings, where most sleep. To the right is the Vault, where guild resources are kept. The Office is behind the stage. Don’t go there unless called.”
“Lovely. And you are?”
“Bonumis Caan. Assistant and assassin of Lord Longfoot.”
“So you help the person you are trying to assassinate? How does that work?” She says this with a mildly amused expression, as if knowing exactly what he means and purposely ignoring it.
Caan doesnt react. “I can fill your skull with glass while you sleep and replace your bones with the bones of your father and mother.”
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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.
“The…what?” She looks as if she is about to faint.
A drow in a crisp black suit and silvery gauntlets steps up behind her. “Madame, you are now in the lair of a notorious and wealthy gang of criminals. Would you like the tour?”
“Ah…yes of course” She appears to pull herself together a bit more
“This is the common room. Most interactions will likely be conducted here. To the left is the Lodgings, where most sleep. To the right is the Vault, where guild resources are kept. The Office is behind the stage. Don’t go there unless called.”
“Lovely. And you are?”
“Bonumis Caan. Assistant and assassin of Lord Longfoot.”
“So you help the person you are trying to assassinate? How does that work?” She says this with a mildly amused expression, as if knowing exactly what he means and purposely ignoring it.
Caan doesnt react. “I can fill your skull with glass while you sleep and replace your bones with the bones of your father and mother.”
"Caan no killing the new people."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“The…what?” She looks as if she is about to faint.
A drow in a crisp black suit and silvery gauntlets steps up behind her. “Madame, you are now in the lair of a notorious and wealthy gang of criminals. Would you like the tour?”
“Ah…yes of course” She appears to pull herself together a bit more
“This is the common room. Most interactions will likely be conducted here. To the left is the Lodgings, where most sleep. To the right is the Vault, where guild resources are kept. The Office is behind the stage. Don’t go there unless called.”
“Lovely. And you are?”
“Bonumis Caan. Assistant and assassin of Lord Longfoot.”
“So you help the person you are trying to assassinate? How does that work?” She says this with a mildly amused expression, as if knowing exactly what he means and purposely ignoring it.
Caan doesnt react. “I can fill your skull with glass while you sleep and replace your bones with the bones of your father and mother.”
"Caan no killing the new people."
“An empty threat.”
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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.
“The…what?” She looks as if she is about to faint.
A drow in a crisp black suit and silvery gauntlets steps up behind her. “Madame, you are now in the lair of a notorious and wealthy gang of criminals. Would you like the tour?”
“Ah…yes of course” She appears to pull herself together a bit more
“This is the common room. Most interactions will likely be conducted here. To the left is the Lodgings, where most sleep. To the right is the Vault, where guild resources are kept. The Office is behind the stage. Don’t go there unless called.”
“Lovely. And you are?”
“Bonumis Caan. Assistant and assassin of Lord Longfoot.”
“So you help the person you are trying to assassinate? How does that work?” She says this with a mildly amused expression, as if knowing exactly what he means and purposely ignoring it.
Caan doesnt react. “I can fill your skull with glass while you sleep and replace your bones with the bones of your father and mother.”
"Caan no killing the new people."
“An empty threat.”
"Whatever, just give them the tour without scarring them. mentally or physically."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“The…what?” She looks as if she is about to faint.
A drow in a crisp black suit and silvery gauntlets steps up behind her. “Madame, you are now in the lair of a notorious and wealthy gang of criminals. Would you like the tour?”
“Ah…yes of course” She appears to pull herself together a bit more
“This is the common room. Most interactions will likely be conducted here. To the left is the Lodgings, where most sleep. To the right is the Vault, where guild resources are kept. The Office is behind the stage. Don’t go there unless called.”
“Lovely. And you are?”
“Bonumis Caan. Assistant and assassin of Lord Longfoot.”
“So you help the person you are trying to assassinate? How does that work?” She says this with a mildly amused expression, as if knowing exactly what he means and purposely ignoring it.
Caan doesnt react. “I can fill your skull with glass while you sleep and replace your bones with the bones of your father and mother.”
"Caan no killing the new people."
“An empty threat.”
"Whatever, just give them the tour without scarring them. mentally or physically."
“The tour is the telling. It’s done. I outrank you, so lay off.”
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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.
“The…what?” She looks as if she is about to faint.
A drow in a crisp black suit and silvery gauntlets steps up behind her. “Madame, you are now in the lair of a notorious and wealthy gang of criminals. Would you like the tour?”
“Ah…yes of course” She appears to pull herself together a bit more
“This is the common room. Most interactions will likely be conducted here. To the left is the Lodgings, where most sleep. To the right is the Vault, where guild resources are kept. The Office is behind the stage. Don’t go there unless called.”
“Lovely. And you are?”
“Bonumis Caan. Assistant and assassin of Lord Longfoot.”
“So you help the person you are trying to assassinate? How does that work?” She says this with a mildly amused expression, as if knowing exactly what he means and purposely ignoring it.
Caan doesnt react. “I can fill your skull with glass while you sleep and replace your bones with the bones of your father and mother.”
"Caan no killing the new people."
“An empty threat.”
"Whatever, just give them the tour without scarring them. mentally or physically."
“The tour is the telling. It’s done. I outrank you, so lay off.”
"fine." he backs away "If anyone needs me, I'll be in my room."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“The…what?” She looks as if she is about to faint.
A drow in a crisp black suit and silvery gauntlets steps up behind her. “Madame, you are now in the lair of a notorious and wealthy gang of criminals. Would you like the tour?”
“Ah…yes of course” She appears to pull herself together a bit more
“This is the common room. Most interactions will likely be conducted here. To the left is the Lodgings, where most sleep. To the right is the Vault, where guild resources are kept. The Office is behind the stage. Don’t go there unless called.”
“Lovely. And you are?”
“Bonumis Caan. Assistant and assassin of Lord Longfoot.”
“So you help the person you are trying to assassinate? How does that work?” She says this with a mildly amused expression, as if knowing exactly what he means and purposely ignoring it.
Caan doesnt react. “I can fill your skull with glass while you sleep and replace your bones with the bones of your father and mother.”
"Caan no killing the new people."
“No it’s fine. I’ve been looking for my parents. They haven’t exactly been a presence in my life after i killed them. Good luck assembling the splintered bones. Good luck finding them too. Bombs tend to scatter parts to the wind.” She says this all in a deadpan voice, clearly not giving a (gp) about the threat.
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
“The…what?” She looks as if she is about to faint.
A drow in a crisp black suit and silvery gauntlets steps up behind her. “Madame, you are now in the lair of a notorious and wealthy gang of criminals. Would you like the tour?”
“Ah…yes of course” She appears to pull herself together a bit more
“This is the common room. Most interactions will likely be conducted here. To the left is the Lodgings, where most sleep. To the right is the Vault, where guild resources are kept. The Office is behind the stage. Don’t go there unless called.”
“Lovely. And you are?”
“Bonumis Caan. Assistant and assassin of Lord Longfoot.”
“So you help the person you are trying to assassinate? How does that work?” She says this with a mildly amused expression, as if knowing exactly what he means and purposely ignoring it.
Caan doesnt react. “I can fill your skull with glass while you sleep and replace your bones with the bones of your father and mother.”
"Caan no killing the new people."
“No it’s fine. I’ve been looking for my parents. They haven’t exactly been a presence in my life after i killed them. Good luck assembling the splintered bones. Good luck finding them too. Bombs tend to scatter parts to the wind.” She says this all in a deadpan voice, clearly not giving a (gp) about the threat.
“You will be an excellent addition to the guild, madame.” Bonumis responds. “Enjoy your time here. May your wealth and wisdom increase.”
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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.
“The…what?” She looks as if she is about to faint.
A drow in a crisp black suit and silvery gauntlets steps up behind her. “Madame, you are now in the lair of a notorious and wealthy gang of criminals. Would you like the tour?”
“Ah…yes of course” She appears to pull herself together a bit more
“This is the common room. Most interactions will likely be conducted here. To the left is the Lodgings, where most sleep. To the right is the Vault, where guild resources are kept. The Office is behind the stage. Don’t go there unless called.”
“Lovely. And you are?”
“Bonumis Caan. Assistant and assassin of Lord Longfoot.”
“So you help the person you are trying to assassinate? How does that work?” She says this with a mildly amused expression, as if knowing exactly what he means and purposely ignoring it.
Caan doesnt react. “I can fill your skull with glass while you sleep and replace your bones with the bones of your father and mother.”
"Caan no killing the new people."
“No it’s fine. I’ve been looking for my parents. They haven’t exactly been a presence in my life after i killed them. Good luck assembling the splintered bones. Good luck finding them too. Bombs tend to scatter parts to the wind.” She says this all in a deadpan voice, clearly not giving a (gp) about the threat.
he stops backpedaling "I've seen worse some of which Caan has done."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“The…what?” She looks as if she is about to faint.
A drow in a crisp black suit and silvery gauntlets steps up behind her. “Madame, you are now in the lair of a notorious and wealthy gang of criminals. Would you like the tour?”
“Ah…yes of course” She appears to pull herself together a bit more
“This is the common room. Most interactions will likely be conducted here. To the left is the Lodgings, where most sleep. To the right is the Vault, where guild resources are kept. The Office is behind the stage. Don’t go there unless called.”
“Lovely. And you are?”
“Bonumis Caan. Assistant and assassin of Lord Longfoot.”
“So you help the person you are trying to assassinate? How does that work?” She says this with a mildly amused expression, as if knowing exactly what he means and purposely ignoring it.
Caan doesnt react. “I can fill your skull with glass while you sleep and replace your bones with the bones of your father and mother.”
"Caan no killing the new people."
“No it’s fine. I’ve been looking for my parents. They haven’t exactly been a presence in my life after i killed them. Good luck assembling the splintered bones. Good luck finding them too. Bombs tend to scatter parts to the wind.” She says this all in a deadpan voice, clearly not giving a (gp) about the threat.
he stops backpedaling "I've seen worse some of which Caan has done."
“mmm… not exactly. The zippers weren’t me.”
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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.
“The…what?” She looks as if she is about to faint.
A drow in a crisp black suit and silvery gauntlets steps up behind her. “Madame, you are now in the lair of a notorious and wealthy gang of criminals. Would you like the tour?”
“Ah…yes of course” She appears to pull herself together a bit more
“This is the common room. Most interactions will likely be conducted here. To the left is the Lodgings, where most sleep. To the right is the Vault, where guild resources are kept. The Office is behind the stage. Don’t go there unless called.”
“Lovely. And you are?”
“Bonumis Caan. Assistant and assassin of Lord Longfoot.”
“So you help the person you are trying to assassinate? How does that work?” She says this with a mildly amused expression, as if knowing exactly what he means and purposely ignoring it.
Caan doesnt react. “I can fill your skull with glass while you sleep and replace your bones with the bones of your father and mother.”
"Caan no killing the new people."
“No it’s fine. I’ve been looking for my parents. They haven’t exactly been a presence in my life after i killed them. Good luck assembling the splintered bones. Good luck finding them too. Bombs tend to scatter parts to the wind.” She says this all in a deadpan voice, clearly not giving a (gp) about the threat.
he stops backpedaling "I've seen worse some of which Caan has done."
“mmm… not exactly. The zippers weren’t me.”
"Rather not remember the zippers."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“The…what?” She looks as if she is about to faint.
A drow in a crisp black suit and silvery gauntlets steps up behind her. “Madame, you are now in the lair of a notorious and wealthy gang of criminals. Would you like the tour?”
“Ah…yes of course” She appears to pull herself together a bit more
“This is the common room. Most interactions will likely be conducted here. To the left is the Lodgings, where most sleep. To the right is the Vault, where guild resources are kept. The Office is behind the stage. Don’t go there unless called.”
“Lovely. And you are?”
“Bonumis Caan. Assistant and assassin of Lord Longfoot.”
“So you help the person you are trying to assassinate? How does that work?” She says this with a mildly amused expression, as if knowing exactly what he means and purposely ignoring it.
Caan doesnt react. “I can fill your skull with glass while you sleep and replace your bones with the bones of your father and mother.”
"Caan no killing the new people."
“No it’s fine. I’ve been looking for my parents. They haven’t exactly been a presence in my life after i killed them. Good luck assembling the splintered bones. Good luck finding them too. Bombs tend to scatter parts to the wind.” She says this all in a deadpan voice, clearly not giving a (gp) about the threat.
he stops backpedaling "I've seen worse some of which Caan has done."
“mmm… not exactly. The zippers weren’t me.”
"Rather not remember the zippers."
“Why? We went for ice cream after. Hiding all the vertically bisected carcasses was comparatively easy given the proximity to the docks. I thought it was a great day. Plus, when have we been back to Boston since 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.
“The…what?” She looks as if she is about to faint.
A drow in a crisp black suit and silvery gauntlets steps up behind her. “Madame, you are now in the lair of a notorious and wealthy gang of criminals. Would you like the tour?”
“Ah…yes of course” She appears to pull herself together a bit more
“This is the common room. Most interactions will likely be conducted here. To the left is the Lodgings, where most sleep. To the right is the Vault, where guild resources are kept. The Office is behind the stage. Don’t go there unless called.”
“Lovely. And you are?”
“Bonumis Caan. Assistant and assassin of Lord Longfoot.”
“So you help the person you are trying to assassinate? How does that work?” She says this with a mildly amused expression, as if knowing exactly what he means and purposely ignoring it.
Caan doesnt react. “I can fill your skull with glass while you sleep and replace your bones with the bones of your father and mother.”
"Caan no killing the new people."
“No it’s fine. I’ve been looking for my parents. They haven’t exactly been a presence in my life after i killed them. Good luck assembling the splintered bones. Good luck finding them too. Bombs tend to scatter parts to the wind.” She says this all in a deadpan voice, clearly not giving a (gp) about the threat.
he stops backpedaling "I've seen worse some of which Caan has done."
“mmm… not exactly. The zippers weren’t me.”
"Rather not remember the zippers."
“Why? We went for ice cream after. Hiding all the vertically bisected carcasses was comparatively easy given the proximity to the docks. I thought it was a great day. Plus, when have we been back to Boston since then?”
“Thank you,” She smiles, showing off pointed teeth. “Those are some rather creative ways of death. Have you ever considered murdering them, removing the eyes and then sticking them in the mouth? Causes people to scream. Rather entertaining. You may call me Kingfisher, by the way. Telling you my actual name doesn’t really seem a good idea.”
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
"by the way longfoot is the boss here. I personally just call him Joenth."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“You have earned that right. Newcomers would do well to be respectful. Just to be safe.”
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 help the person you are trying to assassinate? How does that work?” She says this with a mildly amused expression, as if knowing exactly what he means and purposely ignoring it.
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
(Both are links, please click them…)
An elven child is here, and he appears to be very lost. He is wearing tattered trousers and a grimy cloak, and he smells kinda bad. His eyes dart around the walls, curious but also obviously scared
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Caan doesnt react. “I can fill your skull with glass while you sleep and replace your bones with the bones of your father and mother.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Spirathiscope. This is awesome jobah! Gotta get a char here*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
*cool*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Caan no killing the new people."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“An empty threat.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Whatever, just give them the tour without scarring them. mentally or physically."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“The tour is the telling. It’s done. I outrank you, so lay off.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"fine." he backs away "If anyone needs me, I'll be in my room."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“No it’s fine. I’ve been looking for my parents. They haven’t exactly been a presence in my life after i killed them. Good luck assembling the splintered bones. Good luck finding them too. Bombs tend to scatter parts to the wind.” She says this all in a deadpan voice, clearly not giving a (gp) about the threat.
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
(Both are links, please click them…)
“You will be an excellent addition to the guild, madame.” Bonumis responds. “Enjoy your time here. May your wealth and wisdom increase.”
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 stops backpedaling "I've seen worse some of which Caan has done."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“mmm… not exactly. The zippers weren’t me.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Rather not remember the zippers."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“Why? We went for ice cream after. Hiding all the vertically bisected carcasses was comparatively easy given the proximity to the docks. I thought it was a great day. Plus, when have we been back to Boston since 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.
“Thank you,” She smiles, showing off pointed teeth. “Those are some rather creative ways of death. Have you ever considered murdering them, removing the eyes and then sticking them in the mouth? Causes people to scream. Rather entertaining. You may call me Kingfisher, by the way. Telling you my actual name doesn’t really seem a good idea.”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
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(Both are links, please click them…)
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“Alright. Welcome to the Guild 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.