#⤿ ❛ ️ 𝐈𝐂. ⌇ wedding .

[bloodtwin]

𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠 。。。

             latest grave robbed: unprompted interactions 。

@silvertiefling ⸻ ❝ How could you not tell me I've been pronouncin' your name wrong this whole time, PUKE!!! ❞

             ❝ 。。。The wedding is off. ❞

[venatoric]

tags !!

[noblesblud]

* ﹙ 𝐈𝐂 ﹚ ; closed starter. ⭢ zachary ft. @cfsvnlight !

he grew bored of things too easily, everything became less of a challenge and his want for more was never met. they could promenade all they wanted, a portrait of elegance and wedded bliss, as he leant to whisper nothing but vicious gossip in her ears, if only to amuse himself. ❝ surely you have ladies to gossip and chatter amongst, you do not need me here, do you ? ❞

[bloodtwin]

&&.┆THE BAG OF BONES ☠️ INBOX.  

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@fleshcarverfugitive sent:

Returning the favor from Amalica!!!

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❝ A woman who believes in the power of kindness yet can also be mean at times . . . ❞ He has to fan himself now.

[bloodtwin]

HE STANDS STILL, but not rigidly; his body language is comfortable & relaxed. Reassuring, he hopes. Letting her do as she pleased without swaying her this way or that. The only time he moves is when her fingers close around his, and he does the same, not wanting her to mistake his cautious for uninterest. Though his touch is loose & easy to slip away from.

At first, her words do not register properly, and he has to suppress his surprise at the sudden mention of weddings, for that is such a foreign concept to him that he just barely knows the definition of the word; it is certainly not what he thought they were doing at the moment. Truthfully, everything she says sounds foreign to him. Though he has no memories, he has a feeling whoever he once was had not been nobility. He cannot imagine how miserable it must be, simply judging it by what he's heard so far.

Luckily, her meaning clicks before he says something damningly stupid.

A troubled expression flickers across his face. Cautiously, giving her time to withdraw, he brings his other hand to rest over hers. Reassuring, he hopes. Then a smile, half-gentle & half a tease, winds up his face.

❝ Well, you have come to the right place for that, if I may be so bold. ❞

It is true that her tone did not come across as terribly convincing to him, however, so he adds, ❝ We will only do whatever you are comfortable with, I swear. My goal is to show you a good time, remember ？ It would be poor hospitality on my part to displease. But that being said, if you have changed your mind, that is perfectly all right too. At any time. ❞

“  YES  ”  —  BUT  THE  WORD  DIDN'T  COME  OUT.      gods  forbid  she  comes  off  as    desperate,    or      easy    or  anything  but      simply  curious      and  nothing  more.  lithe  fingers  slowly  close  around  his  own  as  she  tries  to  gulp  down  the  babblings  of  a  nervous  idiot.       

“  .  .  .  i  do.  ”       she's  quieter  than  she  means  to  be  and  perhaps  not  all  that  convincing.  “  it's  just  .  .  .  we  hear  stories.  from  our  mothers,  our  aunties,  our  governesses  .  .  .  of  how      awful    the  wedding  night  is  for  a  bride  .  .  .  i  want  to  know  what  i'm  getting  myself  into,  at  least.  ”