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"Jane, Although our encounter at the wedding was brief, I enjoyed meeting a courtesan like myself. Unfortunately, the evening got away from me. No rest for the wicked, or indentured for that matter. Especially when it comes to randy fae looking to get their money’s worth. But when I heard of your High Lord’s health, I thought you could benefit from some ‘cheering up’ as it were. I wasn’t certain which variety of pie you prefer, so I sent an assortment. Surely one will bring a smile to your lips. As for entertainment, I have enclosed some interesting reading material for your benefit. I am not much of a reader myself, but the woman in the bookshop spoke highly of these. She said, and I quote; it is a testimony to the brilliance of humanity. Maybe I’m biased because I’m simply a man, but I’m inclined to believe her. Anyways, I will leave it for you to decipher, and educate me at your earliest convenience. I would very much like to know you better. Sincerely, Santiago Castillo”

After the rumors of the comatose state of the Spring Court’s High Lord reached the Underworld, Santiago took the opportunity to extend an invitation of friendship. The prized and well-regarded courtesan, Jane Goodchild, had both access to the Spring Court and a human heritage to draw from. Under the guise of a ‘courtesan’ during that faithful night, Santiago was able to make an introduction. Looking to gauge her level of sympathy, he disguised his intentions with a gift of ‘cheering up’ as it were. The books, written by human rebels and philosophers from decades ago, are meant to suss out Jane’s political position on the matter. To hide his intentions, he combined it with a basket full of sugary treats. After all, what better way to build a new friendship (and potentially an alliance) than through rebellious prose and an assortment of pie?”

{ adrik & feliks }

he’d been in amsterdam for a week now. it had taken adrik all of a week to first find his brother, and then learn his entire schedule so he could plan their confrontation exactly how he wanted it. he’d let feliks do whatever he wanted for three centuries now, enough was enough. and to find out his brother was pretending to be a human, of all things? working with the wolves? even if he so desperately wanted to be “good,” feliks should be able to recognize how little the human coalition cared about any of them, especially vampires. it was sad, if he was being honest. feliks couldn’t even manage to lead his own rebellion faction? 

so now, after feliks was done doing something of little consequence for the coalition, his brother was headed home. adrik kept a tight follow behind him, let himself be seen enough to make feliks paranoid, but never long enough to confirm whether or not it was him. when his brother went inside his apartment, he slipped in after him. adrik made himself comfortable on feliks’s couch and waited to be noticed. “do you mind if i smoke in here, feliks? promise i won’t ash on the carpet.”

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

Santi 

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

Clair De Lune - Debussy

- my muse’s last text to your muse

Oye Santi, you didn’t show up for our weekly dinner! Did you get caught up in your painting again??

If you have a date over text me back right now cause i’m packing the food and i’m getting ready to head over to your place right now!!