Just a normal, Neve Gallus follower

i’m back to ask for some help with my baby, original post from my simblr is above. please donate and share if you can!!

art by the incomparable, @azarya-s ❤️

hello beloveds ☺️

made an alternate version for the mutuals ive never spoken to

You are appreciated

"You came back."

Aaaaaand I’ll give very, very gentle tags to: YOU, reading this! And @ofcrowsanddragons, @mageofquandrix, @dymme, @basedonconjecture, @hyperions-light, @jouskaroo, @galluslonging, @davrinsleftpectoral, @splatthecat17, @znthra, and @littlemissgeek8.

Nyx was beautiful, even like this. For once, Illario was painfully aware of the harsh wind rushing over the bridge ahead of them and it sent goosebumps up his arms. Nights in Treviso could grow rather chilly, and tonight was no different. Nyx was wearing nothing but a loose tunic that clung to his lithe frame and offered no protection from the elements. Illario would take off his own coat, his own shirt and offer it to the man in front of him just to keep him warm. Especially after he studied him and realized with a start that the small elf was shivering minutely. His response was automatic and he despised himself for it. Illario slipped forward slightly, body nearly pressing against Nyx’s as he shed his jacket effortlessly. He held Nyx’s stare as he draped his coat around his shoulders and then proceeded to lean back against the wall. War waged in his mind ceaselessly from this simple act alone, Zara’s whisperings plus his own thoughts fiercely battling for the forefront.  He was in too deep.  Illario’s breath caught deep in his throat as he watched Nyx huddle into his coat like second-nature, even going as far as to close his eyes and press his nose to the collar. Illario’s hands clenched at his sides, nails digging hard into his skin and gritting his teeth so hard his jaw ached. The voices in his head were rising in volume, claws threatening to drag him under. Zara’s grip was growing tighter, she knew something. Perhaps it was his racing heart, or maybe even someone tailing him without his knowledge. To think she had someone following him didn’t settle well, but it also gave way to disgust and shame. To think a simple venatori could follow him without him noticing, it was mortifying. He was a Dellamorte, heir to Caterina Dellamorte. He would be beaten senseless by his grandmother if she knew.

Cynical, sure. Married to the job—I'll give you that one, too. But serious? Have I crossed that line?

I don't think even the current staff know what's going to happen, but honestly, I don't see how the high ups could even pretend to intend to keep this place open while virtually unstaffed.