#cp:start

“From the dark of the riverbed, the old crow sang a song of death. From the light of the flower fields, the young dove sang a song of life. But, oh, this tale is one of tragic delight.” The words were sang was Phen walked along the walls of the chateau, his fingers twirling around in the air without a care in the world to make little colorful sparks ignite from the tips, a play on light. The Unseelie’s gaze never dips too far into any of the cells but that hardly mattered. Whoever did catch his eyes would only be met with a glazed over expression. Was Phen even aware of where he currently stood? “It’s so loud,” Phen complained suddenly when he stopped. “Who likes this place?”

Donovan was enjoying a nice day at the park, watching strangers walk by as he kept his eye out for the little jewel he was seeking. It had been too long since he had laid eyes on the bitch, but he knew he would recognize her anywhere. It was only a matter of time until he found her and made her his. However, that didn’t mean he had to dedicate all of his time towards finding her. He was beyond her and was allowed to have as much fun as he wanted. 

          “The cells are fuckin’ creepy.” And also - everyone smells. One shower a week just isn’t enough, and it causes Catlin’s nose to wrinkle up in disgust.  But traveling has made him hungry and warm blood bags did not compare to the real thing. Maybe he would take that up with Draven given that he was an elder on the council. “Okay...” A big smile showing sharp fangs spread across the youthful vampires face as he claps his hands together. “Who wants to get really, really high and then...” He shrugs his shoulders, “Let me eat them?” 

The door opened to give off a burst of heat compared to the cold outside but Alasdair could hardly tell the difference. As he walked into the magic shop, his eyes scanned around at the shelves, taking in the different odds and ends. This was the first time he’d visited the magic shop and while he did have a specific reason for coming today, he also wanted to admire the trinkets. Would it be insulting to call them trinkets? Maybe he’d avoid saying that. “My, my... everything in here is so... eclectic.” Alasdair mused as he slowly walked, fingers reached out to graze whatever was in his reach.

Naindra has been doing circles in the snow, watching it fall down and land amongst the rest of winter wonderland. There’s something childlike with Nai, the way she’s easily excitable--the very sight of snow enough to make her giggle and dance around. A fault of having been able to experience very little and she knew at some point she’d likely have to grow up. For now, she’d enjoy her new life. “How could anyone possibly hate this?” Naindra asked as she found herself a spot on a bench.

he couldn’t help himself. which honestly, should have been a given. where was the fun if there wasn’t a little bit of chaos? long fingers pluck deftly at some of the string he’d been using to box up cardboard during his earlier chores, the nearly transparent material striking him as the perfect weapon for a few... harmless pranks. so out he’d crept, slinking his way carefully back into the bar, looking as harmless as he possibly could; his borrowed goods tucked safely into his pocket.

❛ ——     i don’t know what i just ate but it was awful.  ❜