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“Do you believe that was a mindful response to the situation?”
"Probably not. But I was certainly beneficial to my end goals."
He chuckled, passing a glass of red wine to Insecta with a grin. "Sometimes it's more effective to feign kindness, than to be truly kind up front."
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I know Insecta doesn't entirely look like this but I wanted to emphasize her bug like features // qualities, enjoy !
“Hello good sir! I hear you have quite the trinket collection, please except my offering of my finest cicada shells my king!” Insecta holds out a handful of perfectly intact cicada shells.
The King grinned, giving a slight bow of consideration before accepting them.
"Ohho- Well thank you kindly!" Despite his sharp nails, he was exceedingly gentle with them, placing them neatly on one of the nearby bookshelves that lined the room.
"Very well received, thank you- So tell me, what brings you my way with such an interesting offering?"
Darius tiled his head, giving the newcome a good onceover.
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Khare hesitated before knocking on the door. Insecta had returned to Gotham, her cruise ship casting an ominous look over the harbour. However, there was no sign of the woman on deck and Khare knew better than to barge inside without an invitation. Once, she'd been allowed safe passage by the swarm, back when Insecta was sick and unable to buy food herself. Spending her weekly day off roaming the city streets in search of grocery stores offering discounts on good, buying cheap tins of soup may have gone some way in gaining Insecta's approval and Khare felt that a wrong turn here might burn that good will to ashes.
@grasshopperqueen Liked for a starter; ______________________________________________________________ Sparks were practically flying off from the top of the doctor's head by the mere sight of this woman. But the look he gave was anything but welcoming, in fact, it was rather crazed! Without letting a word slip out of Insecta's mouth, Edgar raised a finger in the air and spoke in a quick manner, as though if he didn't, his thoughts would go amiss and he'd forget what it all was he wanted to get out.
❝ Tell me— is your vessel compiled of—that of haemolymph? If so this must mean the interior of your body resembles that of a cavity. But you lack an exoskeleton. Your exterior it's...it's fleshy. Does it— does your blood contain lipids? glycerol—? ❞
A brief pause finally broke the man off from his rapid tanget, his voice slowing down to a much more comprehensible speed as he said far more clearly
❝ Do you bleed red ? ❞
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Insecta knelt down a bit to address the man. “Well would you look at that?” She intrigued, turning her head to the side and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, revealing the thick raised line of scar tissue that jutted from behind her ear and riddled her temple, same side as Franco’s sutures. “Why, we practically match!” She beamed, her fanged smile widening in delight.
Skin prickles with animosity as they kneel to his level; his one good eye tracks them with daggers as they observe him like some circus freak, probably trying to get a good look at his abnormalities. Yet the criminal is taken aback when she brushes her hair away to reveal something quite similar to his own. Any animosity that remained was quickly dissolved and replaced with something quiet, but warm. He's not sure how to feel about it, though, and wanted to pull up his walls — just in case.
"So we have similar scars," He grumbles, relaxing his posture a little. "I don't think that's us matchin'." But he is observing hers and whatever else his eyes can see. Interesting. "...how'd y' get yours...?"
❛ You keep making that face and I’m going to have to kiss it. ❜
"Do it then, dollface, I got all day to waste with you."
"You know I'm not one to break promises."
"Then stay. Here, with me."
Edgar gently ashed the cherry of his cigar, taking in the visage of Insecta's lithe and limber form. She was, in all ways, a beauty of refined countenance, and he ever enchanted by her mind and body alike.
But often he would crave more than her simple company. He craved her desire, in a way. Perhaps, if he could get her to move in, to stay....
