Glory and Gore

fiance? whos this fiance  when did you get a fiance lets be real here dirk you might be an only child but those dragons of mine might as well be children as well youre also the most pleasant one to talk to in the family kings an ass daev doesnt do his job im an ass i make a lot of comments i spose

dont make me into steel youll melt me  i hope we dont i rather like not being murdered by my favourite child  does it now

you good you good  youre my kid i have to keep up or else it ends up with some greek mythos shit where you kill me with a shotput  youre gonna need a big jar 

is that a pun and i am a feeble old man look at me im practically dust already mourn me my child for soon i shall be the wind yada yada something about eternity 

is that what you really think

its the truth youre just too young

yes  im never needy

it is! thanks for letting me know, until i can fix it please go /roles 

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murder kink

how benevolent of you im sure its insert compliment here

and your job is murdering people

Daud has a thing for making deals, as all fae do, that benefit him in odd and subtle ways. From mere mischief, to paranoia, to the use of memories as some sort of fuel, to whatever else his mind can conjure. All deals have their own hidden agendas, their fine print, a layer beneath all others. This deal could hardly be called any different. Daud goes to her, “JD Strides” as she calls herself, rather than beckoning her to him. There’s less likely to be questions that way, and he gets to stretch his legs. Ice and cold air clings to him and the space surrounding him when he shows up, metal embedded into his skin frosty in his anticipation for a new dose of traumatic memories to take. He doesn’t waste time in looking around, observing his surroundings. More occupied with the one before him, and their old, boring eyes. “Bad decision express here to pick up one chickadee for a trip down some new eyes lane. Got a ticket?”