#heinousdoxy

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The Fuzz will be in our territory some time soon to crack one of the small-time gangs running drugs on our turf.

The gift you get for your darling sister is perhaps the easiest - a custom made gown, in rich, light-swallowing blacks, a sheer fabric that ripples like spacetime as it moves. It comes with a matching set of dark emerald earrings and a necklace of platinum and the same dark emerald, the central stone easily an inch across.

The note attached reads “Thought you’d love the fabric, and green always looks good on black.”

@nefariousbelladonna

A collection of toys and treats for all her cats, along with a framed picture of yourself, sleeves rolled up to your elbows and forearms covered in bleeding lines, holding a disgruntled Cat wearing a little bow tie and earth-Christmas Santa hat. You look roughed up but rather smug, staring into the camera in victory.

A second box contains a old Derse dueling saber, hilt chased in gold and onyx, blade still finely honed and perfectly balanced. The not you attatched to this one says “Not nearly as beautiful or deadly as you, my starlight”

@pern1c1ous

For your beloved, a medium sized box, hiding a treasure of the time the Trolls lived on the planet - an articulated skeleton of some small draconid-like reptile, jaws open to reveal fine little needle teeth that glint dangerously in the light. 

The note simply says “<3″

@snoopingscout

For Scout, a single box containing a pair of knives, both so black they seem to suck in the light, rippling like oil or dark water when you’re lot looking at them directly. They’re much denser than mere metal, and the edge of the blade gleams an unhealthy green when swung. A pair of Void Knives, the one you’d taken from Slick, the second made by you for him specifically. At least with these he’ll have a good a chance as you can give him, if you’re not there.

“Because you’ve always been at your best with a knife in your hands, beoved.”

@diamonddeadeye

The gift you give in front of everyone is a bottle of Prospitian brandy, from the Old Kingdom, a deep amber alcohol that smells of summer and the gold of Prospitian streets. A set of four snifters comes in a second box, Dersite in design, but no less old and finely made.

Because you didn’t want them to match doesn’t mean you wanted them cheap, after all.

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To bring us all up to date.

The Birdsong is a lovely downtown restaurant. It’s all elegance, grace, and lovey dovey couples. This last fact you had completely forgotten in your desperation to think of a place to go on the fly. And you’d forgotten it on your way here, which is why you’re currently standing outside with pink cheeks and a bouquet of roses and other sappy flowers. Holy shit, you are in for it, you can feel it in your bones. 

You have absolutely no idea if Doxy is going to be okay with all of this or not. It’s ... been a really long time. You’ve forgotten what her reactions are really like, how she might have felt about you... And beyond that, whatever feelings she has might only apply to the Bawd you were two years ago! DPI, you feel like a man walking down death row. 

You need any help convincing them hun?

Get me a whole cow, Doxy.