#castavvain

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     It had been quite a while since he’d performed such a gesture--  millenniums in fact--  but he still had a good grasp of flowers.  After decades spent trapped in a cycle of buying women he wound up despising bouquets, he knew more than his fair share about flower arrangements.

     I don’t care about them at all, much like most animals, but I know what  looks  good.

     Grace was worth the effort.  He was far past the point of trying to convince himself that she wasn’t.  Even so, as long as the plants appeared elegant and well-chosen, he wasn’t fussed.  It wasn’t as if she would know the difference so long as he didn’t hand her something overtly poisonous.

     ❝ Good afternoon! ❞   he announced as he stepped into the shop, full of arcane energy.  While he wasn’t paying attention, HABIT streaked along the far wall, drawn to something that he himself hadn’t yet seen.   ❝ You sell bouquets, yes?  I’m in the market for something a little...  special. ❞   /   @castavvain​

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portrayal: perfect. love you. ain't nobody love you more than i do bitch.

that’s true bc nobody else loves me

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@castavvain​  said:   “Oh… my hands are shaking…”

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     ❝ Uhmmm...  why? ❞

     Throughout the years, she had steadily found her footing within Huron.  Nevertheless, she still had a lot to learn when it came to opening herself up to people and understanding how they worked.  Though she was certainly more tame, she was still a wild animal.

     ❝ Are you cold? ❞

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     ❝ He may come across as big and intimidating, but there is nobody bigger and      more intimidating in this district than me, and I am on your side. ❞

     Despite his eerie disposition, Edgar had a way of making children feel at ease.  It hadn’t been easy to talk her into discussing her situation with those in power, but he’d eventually convinced her to at least consider it.  When she’d told him that morning that she wanted to give talking to the Sheriff a try, he’d been all too happy to set Moxie in charge of the tavern and take her down to the station.

     He was all too familiar with it, greeting officers merrily despite the fact that he was given a wide berth any which way he wandered.  Eventually, he approached Kuro’s office, knocking  once  before pushing the door open without invitation.

     I do not wait for permission.  I do not require it.  I am not a vampire.

     ❝ Delivery! ❞   he cooed, watching with delight as the man  glared  at him.  Kuro’s intense hatred for him only amused him.  There was little he garnered more satisfaction from than annoying those that disliked him.   ❝ Oh shucks, schnuckums.  Not in front of the kids, though. ❞     /     @castavvain​

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     He hadn’t responded when she’d yelled after him.  It almost seemed as if he was in some kind of trance, and whatever the reason was, it  WASN’T  GOOD.  She’d followed him tentatively, calling after him every so often, though when she entered the slums, she had the sense to fall quiet.

     I may be able to handle myself, but that doesn’t mean I should draw attention to myself.

     It was the scene unfolding before her that made her spring into action.  Until that point, she’d been hiding behind a wall, peeking around it so that she could keep an eye on him, making sure he didn’t hurt himself, but when she saw the altercation unfolding, she darted forwards and grabbed at his wrist.

                                            ❝ Stop!  What’re you DOING?! ❞

     The man was already beaten up badly, though he was running his mouth despite it.  Even she wanted to shut him up  -  but Killian’s wellbeing was of a higher concern.

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@castavvain​  said:      ❝ Am I dead? ❞

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     ❝ No-pe!  Unfortunately not. ❞      (  He didn’t specify whether it was unfortunate for him or for Killian.  )

     ❝ But being in a graveyard can make you  FEEL  dead, no?     Walking among      ghosts ought to do the trick. ❞

     (  With the way Huron worked, there weren’t that many graveyards.  Peoples’ remains tended to be burned, the only thing left afterwards being their horns.  Even so, a lot of them were buried in  church gardens,  believing that it put them closer to Raku.  In part, he supposed it  could  be considered a resting place.

     Churches fascinated him so.  They were strange buildings with strange auras, and he couldn’t help but feel mystified when in their presence.  I’ve met the one you worship.  He isn’t as kind as you’d think.  )

     ❝ Did you know that there’s a myth surrounding lyes that says we can’t go in      churches?  HAHAHA, how ridiculous, mm? ❞

     (  How could they not be allowed into Raku’s house?  They were Raku’s favourite project.  )

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     The act of  gift-giving  was alien to her.  Nonetheless, when the idea to get her friend a  hat  to protect her from the sun had struck her, she immediately felt as if she had to go through with it.  It’s a good idea  -  and  it has utility!

     But approaching her with a large, cylindrical box in her hands...  now  that  was the tricky part.  With it balanced behind her back, she waddled awkwardly towards her.  There was something other than her gait that was strange though, that being her uncharacteristic streak of  timidity.

     ❝ I have something...  for you. ❞   Wow, something about gift-giving makes me feel very ginger.     /     @castavvain​

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@castavvain​    /    ‘ has it been that long? ’

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     ❝ Guess so. ❞

     It felt strange to be standing in his theatre again after  YEARS  of being away from it.  In the end, he’d taken Edgar’s advice and made a life for himself elsewhere, getting his head on straight before finally deeming himself fit to return.  He’d already been to see Kuro, and he’d visited Edgar’s tavern unaccounced.  The lye had even let Murr  hug  him  upon reuniting with him, declaring that he had much to share with him  -  AND  with Huron.

     Though he hoped Tilly was doing well, he couldn’t face her.  Not yet.  He’d sent her a couple of letters during his leave, though the communication had become less and less the longer he spent away.  He felt it was only fair to let her  -  and  HIMSELF  -  move on.

     He felt nothing about the other.  Where there was hatred and derision now sat a dull emptiness.  He’d learned to make peace with it  -  to close himself off for fear of  EVER  falling into the same mess he once had.  Don’t need a relationship;  don’t want friends.

     ❝ Needs a good dustin’ after so long’a bein’ empty, ❞   he remarked, wincing at the dust he’d collected on his finger after dragging it across the stage.  He seemed different somehow.  Still lovably crass, yet more  REMOVED  than before, as if he didn’t really feel anything genuinely anymore.   ❝ Hope the kids’ll come back. ❞   At least he  wanted  to see them.

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hi crow alright so uhmmmm ummmmm i know you're either gonna just NOT reply to this or reply with a pic that slices my heart but like. i really fucking love you??? and i love edgar???? and i love grace???? and murr???? and kuro???? and literally fuckin everything you ever make???? you're so GODDAMN creative and i'm fucking lucky to be your main writing partner and to be able to write with you and i'll fucking DECK YOU for thinking what you make is bad you goddamn bitch STOP IT because you're rad❤

 look at this dumb bitch who applies such worth to my piss-poor characters but does it with such a good heart.

i wish edgar was good man

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castavvain replied to your post:      ❝ GOD CAN’T HELP YOU, I HAD SEX IN HIS HOUSE–...

S T TOP THI S

     ❝ I CONCEIVED DEMON SPAWN RIGHT BENEATH RAKU’S NOSE, YOU CAN’T      STOP ME. ❞

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castavvain replied to your post:      ❝  …   ❞      - sips whiskey at 10:45 in the...

listen man. you did this

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castavvain replied to your post: i'm here to assert my dominance just so y'all know

alphanette

    ❝ Alpha isn’t a gendered term, you spoon. ❞

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@castavvain​  said:   ❝ These shoes are the worst. ❞

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     ❝ I told you to wear something more appropriate for hiking... ❞   It was said with a chuckle, an exasperated sort of smile shaping his face as he continued up the grassy hill.  Sometimes, the need to immerse himself in nature trumped his desire to ‘integrate effectively’ with humans.  In his opinion, there was nowhere better to go for walks than along the trails that weaved in between their cabin and civilisation;  they were the only ones around for miles, and though they had a house in a network of others, their closest ‘neighbour’ was around an hour away.  It gave him a wonderful feeling of isolation  -  the kind that made it feel as if the world had been made for him.

     He turned to her with a raised eyebrow, a defeated sort of look in his eyes as he suddenly bent low, scooping her up as if she weighed nothing more than a bag of sugar.  He settled her in his grip with little more than a lurch upwards, her body held close to his torso as he continued his ascent.

     ❝ Really... ❞   he muttered, not so much as faltering as he continued on.   ❝ What am I going to do with you? ❞

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@castavvain​  said:   “Do you want me?”

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     The words coaxed a gentle ember in the pit of his stomach forth as he stared at the screen.  He’d  never  been into movies -  they were a petty waste of time as far as he was concerned, even when he was easier to please as a huro  -  but taking her to an outdoor theatre had appealed to his romantic half.  He didn’t even know whose car roof they were sprawled out atop of, but it gave them a wonderful vantage point.  The owner of it was nowhere to be seen anyway.

     ❝ Here...? ❞   he asked with a chuckle, the arm around her tightening slightly, long talons beginning to lightly circle the small of her back.      ❝ But I’d hate for somebody to see you the way that I do... ❞   But I’m tempted.  I’m very tempted.  His grin stretched wider in a smug fashion.   ❝ And I highly doubt that you could keep quiet while I please you. ❞

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maybe we are soulmates, but just met the wrong time. / yes. u kno wat it is

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     ❝ You believe in soulmates? ❞   he asked, one ear flicking at the word.

     He couldn’t when he lived as long as he did.  Forever was far too long to fill with one person--  especially when he was meddling with  mortal  forces.  Even if he wished to spend the rest of time with her, the simple fact of the matter was that it was impossible.

     ❝ There is no ‘wrong’ time to meet, ❞   he told her plainly.   ❝ Fate isn’t real.  We engineer these social situations ourselves.  We meet people all the time.  God does not put people in your path, and He doesn’t craft perfect halves for people either. ❞

     Otherwise, how could we  be?  I’m immortal.  I’ll never die so long as I’m not stabbed in the throat.  You will die regardless of any magic trick I perform.       @castavvain

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@castavvain​  said:   is murr talking about killian cause same

     - squint -

     ❝ ... him too.............. but not this time.......... ❞