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"Things are not always quite so simple as black and white. Good can exist in bad, and bad can exist in good. There is grey in every person, and that is what excites me."

An independent & fandomless multimuse RP blog featuring a variety of muses across the spectrum of morality, all loved by Lucas

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"Well, it's not uncommon for someone to crave berries in our world," She giggled, "Not very common to get fresh fruit, hmmm? And I have melons and a nice peach too.. " Berry took a few seconds to demonstrate what she meant by that. Her heart pounded against his chest as she brought up a hand to card through his hair.

“Not many, maybe,” she says, “but not no one, either.”

Celeste truly does have a soft spot for the less fortunate humans of the world, even if she tries to stay well out of their business when she can. Her kind might have a monstrous reputation and for good reason too, but she’d always been empathetic and kind herself and she hates to watch others suffer, especially if there is something she can do about it. A hundred dollars doesn’t even seem like much to her, not when they have so much money squirreled away — the result of her husband’s two thousand years of working, saving, and investing. But already she sees how he looks at her, how he wonders about her. Bigger donations would only bring them unwanted attention, and that would just be inviting danger for them. As much as she wants to help more, she won’t put herself and her husband in danger to do it.

He is almost in shock. Staring up at her and down at the note, then back up at her. Like he is expecting one or the other, or both, to disappear in a puff of smoke. But it doesn't happen. It is real. All real.

His demeanor had immediately changed, the snarky man had become thankful. grateful. And if you asked him, he did not know enough words to ever be able to show his gratitude to her. And she looked so indifferent about it. Like she hadn't just saved him a week of worry. Like she gave away so much every day.

It was only a few moments later that the guards rushed forward, almost tackling the healer to the ground. They shoved his arms behind his back, shackling Drymene before he could say anything else. Suddenly both of the guards stumbled back, foaming at the mouths as they clawed desperately at their faces. Drymene stood once more, a dark smirk growing across his face.

But the smirk quickly fell and instead a look of disbelief and fear. Was it more magic? No. No, it was poison! His men, clutching at their throats and clawing at their faces. Jeremy stood frozen as he watched the two guards turn to the healers. Running at them to get help! But the healers all backed away, unknowing if they too could come in contact with the poison if they touched them. No one dared touch the guards.

His lips met hers hungrily and she met his with her own. Eventually, her impatience got to her and Berry reached out to grab Arxus' shoulders and pull him in closer - into her arms. The more she thought about it, the more eager she got to take him.

"Please, do tell, miss Berry. How did you plan to win me back if I... allegedly could ever be interested in another?" It would never happen. Never in a hundred lifetimes. Even if a lady more beautiful than Berry possibly could even exist. It was more than her beauty. It was all of her, and Arxus knew for sure there could be no one else like her.

Celeste’s head lists just slightly to the right, brows furrowing in confusion. Of course, she knew fake money existed but why in the world would a random woman be walking around with fake hundreds in her purse? Maybe it would be one thing to question its validity if he found it lying around on the ground or if she was trying to buy something with it but the idea of giving away fake money for no reason at all — save what? Malice? Some sort of sick amusement? — was a strange one that, in her personal opinion, wasn’t even worth considering.

"I did not mean you were a cruel person, just that. No one gives away this kind of money, no matter how kind they are." I stare down at the note again. Not wanting to accuse her of something she had not done. Especially nkt of the money was real.

"A moment ago, I was suspicious for giving the rebel some medicine and now you accuse me of trying to hurt the child like the assassin did? Pick an argument, Jeremy. Am I too chummy with the Freedes or not?" Drymene hissed, trying to pull his wrist from the other's tight grip.

Once more, the clatter of voices and rumors filled the room. Who could be trusted? The guard who appeared fond of Luna, the daughter of a known traitor, but who otherwise was passionate about his loyalty to the king? Or the healer who admitted to helping heal that same traitor, but rushed to help with the king's injuries? The voices grew more clamorous until one healer finally spoke out

"Check the king! Make sure nothing was slipped to him when no one was looking! Make sure his majesty is okay!" Instantly healers scrambled toward tbe bed to check the king.

"A traitor, Drymene? What did he promise you, hmm? Or perhaps you did it for free? Does anyone in here happen to know the punishment for treachery? I happen to have forgot." A smirk as he watched the healer in front of him, tilting his head.

I'm gonna have the nephews over both tomorrow and the day after for double sleepovers so I'll try to get drafts done tomorrow morning to be queued up.

Her body warmed to his kisses and she welcomed every kiss, returning it with two of her own. Berry had been dreaming of this all day, the hope it would come true flickering a few times due to the worries of not being enough for him. Gently, Berry brought a hand up to his cheek, gazing up at the amazing man before her.

How did someone like Arxus get so lucky to accidentally stumble upon Berry all those weeks ago. Or, maybe not so much an accident since she had been invited to the ball that was arranged for him to be shown off to the elite society. And no matter how much he might miss his old life, or feel out of place. It will all have been worth it just to have Berry in his life.