#darkambition

"Beneath the stoic peaks of the Carpathians, a tale of brotherhood and betrayal unfolds. Viggo, once a beacon of youthful ambition, was secretly swayed by the dark arts, each incantation and pact stripping shreds from his soul in exchange for unspeakable power. Unbeknownst to the world, he was the architect of his land’s darkest days—The Scourge of Carpathia.

“Pretty certain killing them is what she was aiming for to begin with.” (Sir Pentious)

“So…Uhh…This may be a bit weird to say, I guess but…Thanks for listening to Abel and letting us destroy that weapon before it could kill all of us?”

@dark-ambition sent; "Careful,   you’re   testing   me." @dark-ambition (Sir Pentious to Vox)

HA! That got Vox in a giddy mood. Amused, even. Someone the likes of Sir Pentious standing up to him. Now that was something to be entertained.

"Testing you?" Came the mocking reply, stepping forward and invading the other's personal space. "You're lucky you're even standing here, I could wipe you out like that."

@dark-ambition asked, “Alcohol! Quite extraordinary amounts of alcohol!”

⛧ — good omens starters.

"A glass. How about we start with that?" Lilith was no bartender, but seeing as their regular had stepped out for the time being to tend to other business with a small bug woman, the Hotel Witch did not mind wandering herself behind the bar to strum her fingers over amber bottles and clear crystal with thought. "It's not good to imbibe so heavily. You don't want to lose track of your senses, now do you?"

The prince does his best to understand where the other is coming from and what he seeks. Head tilts in curious assessment of features and posture.

❝ sooooooo . . . ❞ a saunter, hips swaying, all four hands clasped behind his back in faux innocence. angel's teeth, as sharp as wit & just as dangerous, are on full display. the obvious work that pentious is engaging in -- something nerdy, with bolts & metal & wires & other parts that are lost on the spider sinner -- is shoved aside as he hops onto the table the other was working on, his long, exposed legs crossing over one another.

❝ ya' been at the hotel fer quite awhile now. how're you likin' it ? better yet, how ya' likin' me ? ❞ he's joking ; mostly. it was cute, perhaps even endearing, the way that pentious hadn't actively tried to get into angel dust's tiny little miniskirt. he was almost offended.