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Maybe he can read your miiiiiiiiiiiind.
“No. Randall is many things, psychic is not one of them. He’d have had an easier time finding me, if that was the case.”
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Oooh, therapy! Look at you!
“Yeah, therapy, for all the bullshit you put me through for no reason other than for shits and giggles and being a huge hypocrite, mr. ‘I got turned into a weapon so I’m gonna do that exact same thing to somebody else’.”
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porfin commission for @bleedinghearth featuring @megxlo !
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As luck would have it, it’s grocery day, and Teddy’s out of the house.
As fate would have it, there’s a single ring of the doorbell, and as the Fae waits, he finds himself begrudgingly appreciating what the dragon’s done with his small property. Rather than one of those godawful manicured lawns the humans so enjoy having, it’s a small haven of wildlife, and among the chatter, he can hear Rani having an argument with one of the established crows.
“Rani, stop being such a harpy. We’re guests here.”
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Maybe it was more tiring because you were carrying the weight of your sins.
“Heh. In that case, tis a wonder I can move at all.”
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megxlo replied to your post“¦That one’s a bit off to the left. Hm.”
Um. What are you looking at?
“Ah- I apologize. I can’t help staring a bit when I spot a phenomenon I’ve never seen before. Excuse my manners. You may call me Death.”
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“How much do you think you know?” The question itself was jarring, seemingly coming out of nowhere, but not nearly as jarring as the voice that says it. She sounds like a machine; mechanical, each word properly annunciated and spoken with purpose. It’s hard to tell if the woman before then was something new, wires and metal hiding beneath her skin, or something so old it could only mimic humanity; in this case, Iona leans towards the latter.
“Well?” Her question demands an answer and it doesn’t seem like she wishes to wait too long for it. “To clarify my meaning; what do you think you know about life? I am assuming it is not much if you are so apt to s q u a n d e r it.”
#megxlo#lostinbloomx#khasmc#mulholland#guidesdead#Thank you all for following~~!! ^^#this is v late but fjdgkd i just wanted to say hi! hmu if you'd like to plot/chat ^^#this is iona uhhh she's v old and not actually mean just doesn't understand humans sometimes :///#or other beings in general lmao#she really out her being ominous @ strangers
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Sissel eyes Jean up and down.
He feels a kinship with this person.
“Mrow..” he nudges a glass to Jean.
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@megxlo hears the purr of the engine Midnight approaches. Emma leans back in Kaiser's front seat, watching the clock. Her energy's good; she only woke up at three in the afternoon. Big night in north London. She checks her phone, confirmations sliding in from a couple others she's managed to rope in, but one of the names she's actually waiting to see slide across the top of her screen... Doesn't. She's gotten tired of waiting at this point. There's still a few hours, but she'll still call him late on a confirmation. He doesn't get to just show up or not apparently. [ txt ] > hey. you still coming?
[ txt ] > need to make sure you're awake, daydrinker
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megxlo replied to your post: “Do I e’en want t’know why you two are tryin’ ta...
Whatever he says he’s lying. He threatened me first.
... care t’elaborate on that?
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megxlo replied to your post “Right. Because I’m sure everybody would feel totally safe around...”
As someone who has been eaten with intent to kill, pipsqueak, you’re talking out of your ass when you insinuate that Teddy is evil for what he did.
“He’s not evil! I just don’t trust him! Why would I trust somebody whose first thought to ‘too much noise’ is ‘eat them’? It’s just like Audrey - her solution to things in her way was to electrocute them! I bet you’re the same way - your solution to everything is probably ‘be a jerk’.”
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megxlo:
Is this a threat
“Hardly. I’ve spent the last several weeks working on a christmas present for Dardanos and it’s very nearly done. Just a few final touches and it’ll be ready to be shown off. Unless you consider wanting to make somebody happy, a threat.”
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“You’d think ‘I don’t trust you not to shoot me’ would be pretty easy to understand, all things considered.”
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“Well now~ Don’t you have an interesting soul! It’s almost like your soul thinks it should have magic.” He’s gazing at the man with one eye covered. Unfortunately, it’s the only one of his two eyes that looks normal, so he’s staring at Jean with an eye covered in diamond shapes. “I’ve never seen a soul with such a pattern before - you’re so lucky~ Did you have magic before but lose it, maybe?”
The strange man is getting probably a bit closer than he ought to, staring at something around Jean’s middle. How rude.
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The clambering and panic of a vulnerable human who’s been intruded upon is always a delight, and in that low light, Jean can see the eerie reflection off Bjorn’s fangs as he breaks into a downright diabolical smile.
“And here I thought you would be pleased to see me, Wolf. After all, she loves you enough to come crawling back all the way to my property to beg for my assistance. But, of course I came. Can’t be allowing you too much peace and quiet. Never mind the fact I have no choice but to fulfill my end of the deal.”
He steps in completely, and shuts the door behind him, his pupils able to be seen glowing in the dim light as the reflective layer in the back of his eyes catches what little there is and amplifies it. “Get your carcass back on the mattress, and I’ll make this as painless as I can.”
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megxlo replied to your post “Grigori is very preoccupied by something, it seems. There’s a stick of...”
...Uh. When did you get here?
Grigori looks up from his almost aggressive sketching, his expression only slightly irritated.
“Your ‘Teddy’ offered to allow me to stay with him. He didn’t like the fact I’ve been living outside for so long. It’s... nice, to have a home to come to. But I’ve no issues with living outside. I’ve done so for many centuries. He needn’t have grown so concerned...”
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