𝐗𝐈𝐕 ——— 𝓣𝙃𝙀 𝓣𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍 .

ㅤㅤ … and does that not excite you? * 🙂 ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ Is this not a fantasy come true for you. ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ I try in earnest to pencil in my hubris according to schedule, but I am a busy man. ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ The basement, you say? The basement it is. ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ No. I don’t think you’ve been pardoned quite yet. ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ Where are you scurrying in such a haste. * ☺️ ㅤㅤ

ELLK.xn--6ii the manor might be cooked, the orphs are flocking

ㅤㅤ You need new material, Mr. Diruse. We’ve already heard this one. ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ My wife… my beautiful wife… ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ ( * … fever, a sense of lightheadedness, labored breath, focus totally shot, and—- oh, yes. Orpheus could feel a very distinct appetite. ) You hedonistic bastard. An *𝓪𝙥𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙘? ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ Given your rather… kaleidoscopic history with substances, that tells me absolutely nothing. ( * A cough, his skin has been sweltering ever since the fumes caught his notice. Far too late now to divine what he’d been dosed with, but Orpheus could try to counteract. ) ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ ( * He’s covering his mouth with a handkerchief, brows furrowed as he bores holes into Sam with his eyes. ) … don’t be cheeky. What’s in the ventilation. ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ … *𝐘𝐨𝐮. ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ ( * Eager to return the kiss, he seals the turn of the year against his lover’s mouth—- welcoming the promise of this one, and savoring the certainty of countless more to follow. ) ( * 🥂💫 ) ㅤㅤ