#lordvile

“&– - The divorce papers are coming next.” // @lordvile

“&– - By no means my own preference either, but you and I both know it is... a temporary displeasure.” // @lordvile cause of gaming

“&– - We are both indeed present entities, correct.”

(bent dwemer scrap metal)

“&– - There is a numerous pieces within Apocrypha, certainly. While of purpose, I would not say I'm exclusively preferential to them on their own.” It knew there was also FURTHER PURPOSE that could be used with a mere opportunity for such a joke // AND IT DIDN'T OFFER MUCH AS FAR AS AMMO. // @lordvile

“&– - ..... Go get your 800 gold back.” // @lordvile

“&– - Such a physique is only achievable by a diet of new knowledge and memories, so its importance cannot be understated and is... visually important as well.” // @lordvile

❛[ THIS OR THAT GAME ≻ highly accepting!

“&– - I sense a poorly constructed trap to show I'm so lowly as to care about external appearances....”

“&– - ....Blonde is the preferrable option. Not for appearances sake, however.” // @lordvile

@lordvile was ♥  Laying by their side, and it couldn't help but watching him while he slept with a fond smile

SUCH A ODIOUS PART OF THE MORTAL EXPERIENCE, A BELIEF THAT HADN'T ENTIRELY LOST ITSELF. But only he could wear it in such a way that looked pleasant. Predictable. He could make it anticipate the very sun in all its BLISTERING WARMTH and VISUAL TORMENTING EYE-FLARES // he could make blindness itself a blanket shared. Hermaeus Mora finds in these silent moments left to its natures truth preceding of observation that its desires, adoration // LOVE // found the manner to speak. A hungry thing, worse than all the others-- - so cavernous, so gluttonous, overflowing and bloated. The room around them would buckle if it was any more physical. NEAR PAINFUL IN ITS ENTIRITY // AND EVER GROWING. It craved it all. Vile found a way to make this ache something that made its jaws anticipate it more, more, more. He was its more, he was its never enough, its eternity pressed against this body taken to experience more through the temporary.

“&– - Even now you do so much to me. How cruel you are.” Voice quiet, the chuckle like a breath. SATISFACTION // HAPPINESS. Emotions like others it has only been able to finally get into its grasp because of him. Its vessel pleaded for the gift of sleep // AND GENEROUS IT WAS FEELING, PERHAPS. But not yet would it meet its heart outside its own body in the realm shared when eyes closed. Not yet. It had to record this memory into the archives, slotted carefully among the endless many that only grew-- - and always would.

ACTS OF AFFECTION ARE BEING ACCEPTED !