⤞ "𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, @pastsurvival 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵." ⤝||⤞ Child of @EcstaticCluster ⤝||⤞ FB RP ⤝||⤞
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𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤. 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜.
⤞ Rabbit-hearted second youngest of the Miller Famiglia.
⤞ Muse of @EcstaticCluster
⤞ FBAWTFT RP
⤞ Full bio in the carrd below.
What?
Okay. Let’s start over. You wanna go for a coffee? I need a breather and I miss you so I figured you would like a little time away from whatever you have going on. Unless you’re busy with… whatever. We can always do a rain check.
“Yeah, I’m having a hard time believing this.” Otto continued.
However, the Scottish MediWitch simply rolled her eyes, having already been giving enough of her energies to the boys.
“It’s no’ fire breathin’.” She scoffed. “It’s a serpent form of a dragon. ~
By all means, quite possibly the most significant portion of Otto’s recovery was Mirkó. According to Lorna anyhow.
“There’s a dragon.” Started the Scottish MediWitch, gathering Otto’s correspondence notebook and quill. “It quite possibly would be our only way ~
“Aye,” Lorna managed through hesitant mutters. “Bu’ it’ll come with complications.”
“How?” Otto pressed on softly. He landed his head against Albert’s to comfort how he could.
Mrs. Henly tilted her head towards the tall man in the kitchen, distracting ~
A delicate wind of discontent drowned over the correspondent at his fiancé’s request. He supposed he had to do that to it would make this transaction a bit more compromising despite the complexity.
For Albie. The only reason he would even engage in this conversation ~
~ if you will. “Your turn.”
“Ye’ve a contract with him, lad?” Lorna started.
“No.”
“Good. Then stay away from him. Tha’ was his way ov warnin’ ye. Ye should head it.”
“How do you know him?”
Lorna’s stiff shoulders relaxed ~
“Killing me, probably.” Otto stated in a soft jesting demeanor before realizing how poorly it came across. He melted into the sofa again. “How do you two know about that place anyhow?”
“Wha’ were you doin’ sneakin’ ‘round?” Lorna echoed her earlier inquiry. “Answer ~
Otto’s lips parted slightly, depending whether or not to mention what the Aviary truly entails. Instead, he disregarded the urge to inform his fiancé with this sort of audience involved.
“It’s no’ a matter of if.” Lorna frowned. “It is. It’s a curse only he has ~
Lorna’s hesitation on answering his fiancé hadn’t entirely gone unnoticed; nor did it sit properly with Otto. He slanted his head to the side.
“Depends.” Finally, Lorna managed. “Why ahre ye hangin’ ‘round the Aviary?”
Another wave of shudders spiraled ~