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@angedansant​ asked: 🦉

Send 🦉 and a question and my muse will answer in their first language || accepting: NO

“...Eule. Wie ist die Frage nockmal?”

Back to the drawing meme, mixed media & even more cartoon-ish (?) style. 

    was it appropriate to wear sunglasses to a funeral? he hoped so. if the other guests were to see how red his eyes have been, how the bags under his eyes had developed, it would ruin his reputation of being a cutthroat lawyer. right now, he was staring off into space towards the ground, ears tuning out the eulogy. this can’t have been happening, right? arthur, his best friend, wasn’t really dead, right?

    he thought back to that night where he and gina, his girlfriend, had been laughing and watching monty python’s holy grail when lola had phoned him, announcing through tears of arthur’s death. since then, he hasn’t been the same. he wouldn’t eat or sleep. even his own boss had strongly suggested he take some time off for himself. liam had met arthur back in law school, both new students, and they had hit it off instantly. they were practically inseparable, due to almost being the same exact person.

    the man looked up from where he’d been staring and turned his gaze to lola, the WIDOW. if he was currently feeling like pure shit, she couldn’t have been far off herself. after what seemed like an eternity, the funeral was over, and everyone was starting to walk back to their respective cars. liam made his way over to the woman, taking off the sunglasses with the lesser amount of people around. “lola. how have you been doing?” he offered a faint smile, eyes glassy. 

|| Whoa Richie.... ;)

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It had been a long day all around. Meetings in the morning, more meetings in the afternoon, and a big event - at which his presence was ‘requested’ - in the evening. As per their contract, Charlotte had accompanied him, making it all perhaps a bit more bearable as she seemed to know when to step into a conversation to give him a bit of a break. Despite the help, though, Tommy couldn’t help feeling incredibly exhausted at the end of the night and fell asleep as soon as he hit the bed. 

It wasn't too long after that he shot back up, breathing heavy and feeling his skin slick with sweat. A few minutes later he found himself sitting in one of the seats in the sitting room, whiskey glass in hand and staring at the fire in front of him. He had been spaced out, thoughts circling around the nightmares that had woken him up, until a voice disturbed a silence and nearly made him drop the glass in his hand. His head turned around and stared at Charlotte, only now remembering that she had come back with him. Pulling himself back together, he cleared his throat and turned his eyes back to the fire with a shrug of his shoulders. “It’s been a busy day. Mind’s got a lot to process. Comes with the job, I suppose.” Emptying his glass, he set it down on the small table next to him and turned his attention back to her afterward. “What's your excuse for being up?”

|| *Lola voice* w o w

Flashback

“No, everything is not fucking okay,” while he managed to control the volume of his voice the biting tone wasn’t nearly as censored. Lola wasn’t the catalyst to his anger but her sudden appearance certainly didn’t help the situation. Rubbing tension from his forehead before he stepped over a ghouls entrails, he made his way towards the other hunter. A small touch of blood had transferred from his hand to his face. It took a lot to get a rise out of the man who usually kept a level head, and if anything more often than not, he did not display anger even under appropriate circumstances. While his heartbeat began to slow to a normal pace the violence witched rolled through his body only moments ago caused his muscles to stay taught and tense. Muttered under his voice, “It wasn’t supposed to go down like this.” The last thing the man wanted was to massacre a ghouls den but that’s exactly what happened. Stopping just short of the petite blonde his arms crossed over his chest defiantly, “Be careful where ya’ step. You wouldn’t want to get your fancy shoes dirty or ruin your damn manicure. What the hell are you doing here anyway, Lola?”