#dangeress

Astarion's jaw tenses as Daphne speaks. Her words hit him in a way that burns him from the inside, like a magma mephit trying to claw its way out of his chest. He wants his voice back. It's been centuries. When will it be his turn? The magma mephit inside burns a sickly green. He clears his throat and imagines what it would be like to crush Cazador's. One day. Hopefully, one day soon.

"How wonderful. Well, darling, when you're finished getting your voice back, perhaps you'd like to help me get mine." He tries to sound unbothered, but his lip curls into more of a sneer than a smirk as he eyes the other elf.

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“Okay, first of all, I do have to say that I love the boots. Your whole look is definitely something,” Sabrina commented, deciding to start the conversation with a compliment. They were, according to her Aunt Hilda anyway, the best way to distract; make someone feel good about themselves and they were much more likely to stop asking awkward questions. Especially after they’d just walked in on a ritual in the middle of the woods at midnight under a full moon and with no small amount of goat’s blood (Aunty Zee had tried to get her to use the human supply from the mortuary, but maybe it was the half-mortal in her, but even blood from an already dead person kinda made her uncomfortable. It just felt wrong). 

“Secondly, what you saw wasn’t really what you thought you saw”​

“well, i can say with absolute certainty that no one’s better suited for the job.”           it was light-hearted response, sounding almost like a tease, but there was a certain sincerity in his smile that put wholehearted meaning and weight behind his expression of faith in her abilities. river steered clear of such things himself, knowing there was far too much for him to risk, anyways, not needing to push his boundaries and make things even more difficult for himself. putting himself under a closer microscope would certainly do him more harm than good. he otherwise lived by the book, kept his head down, and conducted himself politely and respectfully. he was content to leave any entanglements in scandal to daphne           who was much more qualified to handle such things, anyways. “as long as you promise to keep me posted on any developments and breakthroughs in your findings, of course,” he added quickly, with an easy, encouraging smile. “have any leads thus far?”

     IT’S JUST GLIMMER’S LUCK      that  she  would  reunite  with  daphne  after  years  and  years  on  this  night.      bow  has  abandoned  her,    she’s  lost  track  of  scorpia,   and  there’s  a  sinking  feeling  deep  in  her  chest—     all  pretty  par  for  the  course,   so  this  might  as  well  happen.      daphne  is  now   SIGNIFICANTLY   taller  than  her,    and  glimmer  misses  the  days  when  she  didn’t  have  to  crane  her  neck  up  to  get  a  good  look  at  her  face.        “  daph  !      i  -  you’re  here  !     of  course  you’re  here,  ”        she  is  a  princess,   after  all.       the  attempts  to  hide  the  shake  of  her  voice,   her  hands,   her  knees,   is  fruitless.      but  glimmer,   ever  the  fighter,   charges  on.        “ you  look  amazing  !       that  dress,   a  -  and  those  shoes  and   ...   everything. ”    

when i tell you i CRIED over her big big heart???

right...? RIGHT?

        𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙢 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚.  𝙖  𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩’𝙨  𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚.   reggie’s  place  to  resort  when  boredom  struck  in  a  palace  too  often  empty.  parents  on a  business trip   (   as  always  )  out  living  lavishly  in  the  private  jet  instead  of  spending  time  with  their  own  son.  pity.  social  media  interested  the  mantle  prince  more  anyway,  an easy avenue for attention when he didn’t feel like asking for it.  a  platform where he got to talk aimlessly about his favorite thing:  HIMSELF.  and yeah, the fans too. his following was nothing to sneeze at,  himself ever  the  influencer in some sense on all platforms, but it wasn’t like people didn’t have anything better to do.  he opens the stream and waits for his audience to pour in, before taking questions.

      gaze  squints  at  the  small,  fast-paced  print that pops up in the comments,  asking  him  random questions until  a classmate  brings  up  what  should be a harmless game.     SMASH  OR  PASS:  RIVERDALE  HIGH EDITION.       it’s  extremely effective in garnering his attention.   ❝    𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨 ?  𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚.     since  you  vultures  are dying to know who mantle the magnificent   would  spend  a  night  with  ...  shoot.  i’ll answer.   ❞    the comments start pouring in, from those with personal investment to those with genuine curiosity. some people submitting themselves, others curious about recent gossip that’d been floating around. the interest is overwhelming but more ... ego - boosting  if he was being honest.  who knew so many people wanted to know what criteria there was for getting in his smoking hot pants.  may as well give the people what they want:  

        ❝    𝙡𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙚...     DAPHNE  BLAKE      ...      have you seen her ?   girl  has  a  body  like  kylie  but  all  natural.   smash     ...       MIDGE KLUMP.   easy:  smash.  &  she’d say the same, just won’t admit it     ....     hmm     ...      SABRINA  SPELLMAN,  ehhhhhh  smash.  blondes  have  more  fun  but  platinum  blondes?  mmm    ...      BETTY  COOPER?   innocent,  sweet betty cooper?  she’s my best friend.  that’d  be  weird      ...      but since she’s not watching                 smash.   don’t tell her i said that.         HARVEY  KINKLE?   please.   pretty  boy  like  him  wishes.  but  yeah,  smash ,   jesus  you guys  really  aren’t  holding  back  ...   ❞     an  endless  stream  of  comments  all  thirsty  for  an  answer,  pouring  in  faster  than  he  can  pick  up.

         a  sigh,  giving  an  ‘oh  well’  look  to  the  camera,  before  getting  back  on  it:     ❝   giving  the people  what  they  want  i  guess   ...  alright  ...     NANCY  DREW.    ha.  i  think  little  ms.   detective   already  knows  the  answer  to  that  one.  smash      ...       CONNOR  MURPHY.   eugh.  i  guess if  i had a gun to my head.  smash     ...      COURTNEY  CALLAHAN.   duh,   smash.  like  you  wouldn’t  go  for  the  queen  of  reality  tv    ....   HERMIONE  GRANGER  ...    yeah,  i’d say smash.  i  bet  she’s  got  a  dark  side  to her   ...   SWEET  PEA?   sure,  smash.   i  can  be  into  wannabe  greasers  ...     KEVIN  KELLER.   he’s  got  that  innocent-good-boy-next-door-waiting-to-be-ruined  look  so.  yeah,  smash  i  guess   ...     ZOE  MURPHY.   who  ...   ohhhhh   yeah,  right              new  girl.  definitely  smash.  i  should  text  her   ...     aaaand    DELPHI  RENEE.   pass.   kidding ——  that  girl’s  got  an  ass  that  won’t  quit.    might  be  kinda  hard  with  that  stick  up there  but.  smash.  ❞