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The air in their room seemed oddly tense as Ramiro packed his sea bag, working methodically. Carmilla sat on the bed, watching him with tired eyes. "Miro, how much longer must you do this? You can always work for my company."
"Just a couple more years and I'll have a full pension," he replied softly. His own gaze seemed heavy with exhaustion as he turned deep brown eyes to look at her. "You know I don't like feeling like I've been given things. I want to earn it."
She opened her mouth to reply when she heard the soft knock at the door. "Eva?"
Turning to glance over his shoulder, a smile blossomed on Ramiro's face. "Bichita, what brings you out of bed? Needed to say good night again?" he teased.
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She let out a faint snicker, shaking her head slightly in amusement. "Hey, that's my kid you're talking about." Kitri said half-jokingly, a fondness coming to her grin for a moment.
The next set of questions had her pause, absently bringing a hand up to her face for a moment. "It's, uh- yeah, it's not as bad anymore. Mostly just... uncomfortable, at this point." A brief pause, her smile flickering and fading slightly. "Suppose I'll have to get used to that, though."
"You did a good job with what you had to work with," Praxi laughed. "You really did do a good job with her. She's not a bad kid. But again, I don't want to tell her that because then she'll be less scared of me."
She noted something down again and hummed thoughtfully. "I won't stop all of them immediately. I was just thinking of reducing it to one type of pill instead of alternating between two types."
There was a pause as Praxidike looked at her closely. "I'm glad it's mostly just uncomfortable now. I've been very worried about your injuries. They're some of the worst I've seen."
Sharp, nervous chittering squeaks as his paw tapped rapidly against the floor. 'Don't know, don't know how. Bad bad bad, not her!'
"Yeah, I suspected it wasn't her after all...that..." she muttered quietly.
Odette stood behind Clara, watching Miro. "So we know it's not her but there's nothing we can really do about it..."
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Panicky rabbit-foot thumping from outside
"Miro, what's going on?"
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"Something is seriously wrong."
"Maybe she's just...having a mental breakdown?"
"Not that badly. That's not Velvette. She'd never say that stuff."
@wrxthfulguard said: “Lady Carmine, I forgot to say this when you first came to the hotel: Thank you for lending the hotel some of your holy weapons for the exterminator war back then, but I’m not sure if you want them back or not, after everything that happened with Mr Vox’s victory gala.”
It wasn't what she was expecting to hear. Frankly, she'd stopped thinking about it, given that Vox's downfall had led to other problems and the destruction he'd wrought needed to be fixed. Carmilla responded, "It was just a favor." Though, the possibility of getting some of it back to possibly rework and manufacture more weapons to sell did strike her interest. "I mean, it would be nice to get at least some of them back. I didn't make a profit by giving them to the hotel."
❥ " At your discretion of course! Vaggi trusts you so I trust you! " She couldn't speak for Lucifer but she was going to handle this in the best way possible. Carmine could be trusted, she knew that was true. She reminded her a lot of her father in wanting to protect family as badly as he did.
" The forgemaster is... well he's the one who lives deep underneath the palace in a huge hot forge. He's been there since before even I was born making all of the royal weapons, armor, adornments, our crowns... and so much more!" The princess made spread her arms as wide as possible. "The forge is HUUUGE and it's so hot down there I wasn't allowed to see him until I was a child but ! But but, if you ever need anything special crafted or a rare material that you can't find or even blueprints, you'll have access to him at the palace! Either by message or.. well I guess you can visit him in person if you want! "
"Hm."
She listened intently; while she was not personally interested in the forge itself, she did have to admit that she was a bit curious about the sorts of weapons capable of being produced there and whether hers were on par. Not that it mattered- her own wares were in extremely high demand and Lucifer didn't seem the type to allow the royal armories to be pilfered or bought. Carmilla's eyes wandered back to the scroll. "If it comes to that, I feel a message will suffice. I was under the impression that sinners aren't allowed in the palace."
"Your Highness, it is truly terrifying how easy it is to hate another for being different. It is equally easy to think them less than human, deserving of naught but death. A man who conquers or destroys such a hated enemy is revered for it, even in the modern day..."
"When the Greeks and the Romans thought themselves the civilized masters of the world, all others were called 'barbarian'. Alexander conquered the Persian empire and became known to all the world as 'The Great'. Julius Caesar had broken the Gauls and his name would then be used in the place of 'Emperor' for two thousand years."
"With Europe's conversion to Christianity, the foe of all civilization had then become known as 'the heathen': the unbelievers. Charlemagne, heralded as the greatest Christian king and crowned the first Holy Emperor, commanded the execution of all the defeated Saxons who refused Christ as their savior---turning the River Aller red with their blood. My own ancestor, Charles Martel, famously defeated the Moorish invaders who had swept across Iberia and was thereby credited as having 'saved' Europe from the spread of Islam."
"How jubilant I was to seemingly follow in their footsteps. How arrogant I was to think myself their equal and greater than millions of other men. How wrong I was to spread faith with the sword than with the very word of God. How rightful my damnation was, having profaned His name..."
"...But now that I have talked your ear off and lectured about the follies of dogma and self-superiority, I should get back to discussing my romantic folly: believing that the woman who sat herself on a fallen overlord's throne would rule justly---or at least, better than the man I saved her from, whose throne I had emptied."
"You're all human though. The only differences in you is skin, hair and eye color. And beliefs. But all of you were human. All of you share an ancestor. All of you came from the same people. Reasonably, you are all one," Charlie argued. She ran a hand over her face. "I know human history but it still astounds me that so much discourse happened over such trivial differences."
As he continued, her head tilted in thought as she considered his words. "Good intentions on your end but clearly, she had other plans." Charlie crossed her arms, looking at Ramon curiously. "Was she worse?"
Reggie let out a brief laugh of her own, rolling her eyes for a second. "Yeah, yeah, sure." She replied with the wave of a hand, grin growing slightly as she was pulled closer to her sister. "That's- good. I'm glad it's just you being dumb, instead of me." Her words were said teasingly, Reggie nudging Odette's side gently with an elbow. The next words had her smile flicker, hand starting to drum softly against her leg. "Yeah, uh- yeah. I love you too, Odette." A short pause. "... But I'm not a baby. You're only a few years older, I don't care about the weirdness with time that happened when I got down here."
"One of the few times I'm dumb, so let's not get used to it," Odette reminded her by gently tapping Reggie's head. Admittedly, she was incredibly comforted to feel Reggie relax into her.
"I hate to break it to you-" She really didn't. "-but you're always going to be younger than me. Therefore, it follows that you will forever be my baby sister, regardless of your physical age. I constantly remind Clara that she's younger too. So don't worry, you're not alone."
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"I did not achieve my power and status only by destroying those who were weak." His voice still echoed with that unnatural growl, all eight hands curling into long claws as he glowered down and down and down at the angel. "Thou shalt not heed my words? So be it."
Shadowy webs spread rapidly across the ground from Zestial's feet the instant he finished speaking, staying far from Odette and Clara, and twisting sharply towards Lute. The old Overlord vanished a moment later, rematerializing behind the Exorcist and swiping a jagged claw down towards her wings.
His voice unsettled her but Lute simply bared her teeth, over-large canines on display as a visual threat. Her ears twitched, lowering a bit despite not being in her canine form. The sight of his clawed hands made her brace for an attack, eyes darting away from him briefly to see both Clara and Odette stepping back with obvious fear.
But then Zestial vanished and Lute felt panic spike. When he rematerialized, Lute leaped away from him but was unable to pull her wing in fast enough, resulting in feathers and flesh being torn. An anguished screech escaped and she rounded on him, sword slashing at him.
Her ears pinned back against her skull at the gaze lingering on her, sending a quick glance back towards Sorina for an instant- Ugh, she looked so similar to her own human form, Eleanora hated this- before returning her gaze to Azrael. "I... yeah- yes. Of course." The feline angel responded, tail flicking sharply in discomfort and frustration behind her.
Eleanora forced herself to look at Sorina properly when she spoke, pressing her mouth into a hard line for a few long moments. Lord, this other one even sounded like her. "... Likewise." She said eventually, offering an identical nod back.
Their voices were similar but maybe that was just the acoustics in Azrael's office playing tricks on her. Sorina's eyes narrowed slightly but she remained still, awaiting orders.
Azrael noted, "It's to my understanding that Sorina has only ever worked for Adam. So be patient. Please."
❥ Well she suppose she couldn't argue it as much as she couldn't stop that from happening.
" Goodness no, we wouldn't be preventing you from running your business at all! It's more making sure there's no orders for something like that in the future, you know? " They obviously didn't want a repeat of it, under any circumstance. " Of course you can read the contract over I don't mind. " She dug into her brief case and offered out a scroll to her.
"Sorry it's a scroll, my father is a bit old fashioned..." Eccentric too. It mostly stated that items ordered would be checked for anything that could be used to attack Heaven or Hell. If someone threatened Carmine an investigation would be opened and that person would be taken away. Also to have a meeting set up with the palace's forge master if she needed something extra special.
As she started to read, Carmilla's eyes scanned the document carefully for anything that stood out as particularly limiting. After a moment, she asked, "Does this mean that all orders will need to be reviewed before fulfillment? Or will I be able to review them at my own discretion?"
Admittedly, it did make her happy to see that threats would be investigated. Though, her brows lowered again when she saw the palace's forge master mentioned. "And what's this about the palace forge master?"
Kitri's mouth curled into a faint smile, the movement tugging slightly at the nearly healed skin of her face. "Yeah, I- we've been trying. Nash's been great at keeping on top of things when I have a bad day." She squeezed Praxi's hand for a moment, lifting her free hand to absently brush her growing bangs back into place.
"Well, I'm glad the little peacock is attentive to something," Praxidike said with a chuckle. There was a small pause. "She's a little show off but she's a good kid. Don't tell her I said that though. I don't want the little idiot thinking she can get away with shit."
She pulled her hand back and made a note on her clipboard. "Now then. With as well as you're healing up...how are your pain levels? Are they manageable? Has the pain lessened? I ask because, if possible, I'd like to reduce the number of pain killers I have prescribed to you."
@zyciesmierci said: My muse watches your muse from across the room, their gaze lingering even when caught. for Odette and Aleksander 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
The feeling of being watched was always a strange one. She felt his eyes on her and while she tried to hide it, the faintest upward twitch at the corners of her lips could be seen. Finally, her eyes raised, catching his- Aleksander's eyes were still on her. It caused her cheeks to warm slightly when she realized he didn't look away immediately. Their eyes seemed caught on one another.
When she heard her mother's voice, that was when Odette's eyes moved away momentarily but her eyes wandered back to him again out of curiosity.
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@pentious said: My muse leans in as if to whisper something, their lips dangerously close to your muse’s ear. (From pen or Alastor, to a muse of your choice!) 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
She felt the proximity before she felt the warm breath against her ear. It sent a shiver down her spine, back straightening and shoulders rising slightly as her eyes darted to the side, seeing the telltale red of Alastor's outfit. Her ear twitched, the tips turning faintly gold to match her cheeks as she lowered her voice and murmured, "You surprised me. I see you seem to be doing a bit better than the last time we saw each other."
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 . . . ( pt 1. the art of touch ) Set the stage for longing glances, lingering touches, and the quiet tension of unspoken words. ✧ ˚₊ Themes: soft, slow burn & a touch of angst
✧ › SOFT & FLUFFY .
My muse tucks a loose strand of hair behind your muse’s ear, their fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary.
My muse falls asleep on your muse’s shoulder during a long ride.
My muse surprises your muse with breakfast in bed, complete with a handwritten note.
My muse pulls your muse under their umbrella during a sudden downpour.
My muse gently wipes away a tear from your muse’s cheek, their touch tender and careful.
My muse laces their fingers with your muse’s absentmindedly, only realizing it after a few seconds.
✧ › TENSION & SLOW BURN .
My muse fixes your muse’s tie/dress/jacket, their hands brushing against their skin for just a moment.
My muse leans in as if to whisper something, their lips dangerously close to your muse’s ear.
My muse catches your muse’s wrist before they can leave, their grip tightening just slightly.
My muse watches your muse from across the room, their gaze lingering even when caught.
My muse challenges your muse to a bet, knowing exactly what they’ll ask for if they win.
My muse absentmindedly plays with your muse’s fingers while they talk, not even realizing they’re doing it.
✧ › ANGST & EMOTIONAL .
My muse pulls your muse into a tight hug, as if afraid to let go.
My muse wipes away the blood from your muse’s face, their hands trembling.
My muse shows up at your muse’s doorstep in the rain, eyes filled with something unspoken.
My muse gently cups your muse’s face, whispering, “Why do you always have to make things so difficult?”
My muse kisses your muse like it’s the last time they’ll ever get the chance.
My muse lets your muse go, even though it’s the last thing they want to do.
✧ › TEASING .
My muse corners your muse against a wall, a smirk playing on their lips.
My muse whispers something in your muse’s ear that makes them blush.
My muse pulls your muse onto their lap with zero warning.
My muse playfully steals a bite of your muse’s food, then grins as they lock eyes.
My muse deliberately leans in closer just to see your muse’s reaction.
My muse drags their fingers slowly down your muse’s arm, pretending it was unintentional.
