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This wasn’t something she wanted. Maybe it would’ve been better to simply walk away after just barely escaping, but she couldn’t. already did her great niece, Elizabeth Bathory, furnish a plan as her accomplice to bring down these miserable old fools once and for all. It was in a smoking parlor outside of Vatican City proper where they’d begin the first phase of their plans, Morana occupying a booth all to herself and looking the part of any chic Italian woman could be. Even if she wasn’t, but that hardly mattered. 

Still, when someone else with a distinctively heavy and powerful weight to their aura entered, the Draculina’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. 

“The upside is I.....Actually I will let you know once I found the upside.”

“……. You found a way to look even lamer than you did, colour me surprised, feng zhua.”

           ‘  hey.. do somethin’ fun. kill one of ‘em pieces of shit. ’

rarely does finn allow himself to associate with someone ‘ intimately ’ and by that, he means nothing deeper than surface value conversations. yet, here he is listening to his companion prattle on how finn should be more careful with himself -- he had pulled up another all-nighter and was looking like a sight for sore eyes. dark shadows under his eyes and a weary smile to match. however, despite her concerned voice that scolded him became personified in colour. he saw mixtures of light blues and white swirling around her, a mixture of worry and healing. it soothes him into a comforting lull.