"Good to know." Not that she wanted the food to taste bad but- she was at least glad she wasn't entirely missing out. Or maybe he was lying to make her feel better. If he was, she appreciated that too.

"If you weren't stuck eating this shitty diner food... like if you could have anything on your plate right now...what would it be?"

@strictlycanon from x

He opened his hand and with a flick, a little piece of paper was in his hand, which he outstretched to Corvo- up until the former bodyguard went to reach for it- then he closed his hand.

"I mean it. Anything happens to either of them-"

But then he quickly reopened his palm and held the paper with the address scribbled on it out to Corvo once more. The smile on his face returned.

"Here's the house address. It'll be mostly her that you'll be keeping track of. "

@strictlycanon from x

"Just watch him okay. He's going to get you killed."

Like the old fraud had gotten HER killed. And yeah she had fucked up but that didn't mean Shadow deserved that fate too.

"Even the people that are supposed to be his 'friends' think he's shady."

Were things weird between her and her husband? Absolutely. He wasn’t her late husband and he wasn’t her ex...was there a term the sort of undead could use in this situation? Laura knew she had fucked up in life, but that still didn’t mean she stopped caring or worrying about Shadow. Especially with that asshole Wednesday around.

“Look, I know shit’s sideways between us. Just- be careful around Wednesday, puppy.  He’s an asshole.”

[ Çðrvð ]

     Corvo knew exactly how Wednesday felt. In order to protect ones children, a parent would do anything. It was why Corvo was behind all these kidnappings. “What would happen if I decline or take them anyway?” Not that Corvo would because he missed being the royal protector. 

     He could only imagine the consequences of said betrayal but he wanted to hear it from the man himself. Plus Corvo was a man of honor, he wouldn’t betray someones trust like this.

【𝑀𝓇. 𝒲𝑒𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎】

“Well you’re welcome to decline. It’s a business   offer, you’re not in my debt. Yet.”

But he didn’t imagine he would- from what he knew, he lacked purpose. Which was why one of histories finest swordsmen wound up struggling with a slug infestation in his garden.

“What do you take from an immortal man who’s  got nothing much else to lose?” Wednesday mused, then leaned on the garden’s fence. His usual jovial spirit faded into something more grim. “Take her or the son, and you will lose the fond  memories of the ones you hold dear.”

[ ♛ ]

     “The one and only.” He smirked. Crowley was here for a leisure visit. Ruling Hell has been pretty stressful as of late and the King needed to get out for a bit. And he knew Al was always good company so he decided to just pop in. “You know I will never say no to a glass of craig.”

【𝑀𝓇. 𝒲𝑒𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎】

“Why do you think I always keep a bottle on hand?”

He chuckled as he poured them a couple drinks, then set them down on the table. He didn’t sit at the table yet, he went back for the bottle. Once he’d set that down on the table, he sat in his usual seat. 

“So, how’s Hell?”

[ ☘ ]

The leprechaun took another bite. Looking between her and the burger as he chewed. Once he swallowed he picked up a couple fries. “Why? Do you miss eating?” He asked as he stuffed the fries in his mouth. “Think of it this way dead wife. There’s no way you’ll get fat now.”

💀 𝐿𝒶𝓊𝓇𝒶 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝓃 💀

“Yeah. I do.”

The undead Mrs. Moon rolled her eyes at his pigheaded snark. It was the absent of things that was starting to get to her. Even smoking was feeling tedious but the burn of the smoke inside her was the only thing she felt anymore.

“It’s not even that. I just miss feeling anything.”

[ Ф ]

     “I see… It seems that you are.” The doctor was very intrigued. She defies all scientific laws, granted he did too, but the fact she was actually showing signs of putrefaction while ‘alive’. “May I ask a few questions and examine you?” He asked as he held out his hand to her.

💀 𝐿𝒶𝓊𝓇𝒶 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝓃 💀

“Knock yourself out.”

She’d already been sewn up this way and that, embalmed- what did she care if this guy asked her some shit. Laura only hesitated as she held out her cold dead hand to him, palm up.

“What do you want to know?” 

“Well well well, if it isn’t my old friend.”

He wasn’t even surprised when he saw the King of Hell in his living room. The two went back a long ways. Without saying anything else, he went to the kitchen to get a couple of glasses, and a bottle of the demons favourite whiskey. 

“Can I interest you in a drink?”