‍‍ ‍‍    ‍    ‍៚ ‍‍   𝕭𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙴.

A deeper, more resigned than defeated sigh echoes in the further distance, the sound of teeth clenching almost drowning the resonance. . . . what if they’re a threat in the future? (not that he wouldn’t be able to dispose of it, but just saying —— his skin is tingling.)

. . . say, if one were to give a heads—up to someone and said someone doesn’t listen, do I have your explicit permission to give into the . . . bloodlust you’re so against of?

Nicole.

Does he need to drop yet another carcass at @lunarspelled’s feet before she decides to show her face around these parts? Or would she prefer another severed limb?

⠀⠀⠀

Nudges at @lunaricraft. Attention. Now.

He is beginning to wonder whether he should believe she’s still 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 her arts, because the carpet is evidently not fine 𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙. No, he wouldn’t. He is too 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 for such rookie mistakes. ⠀⠀⠀ Hm, let’s see. . . he breathed too loudly in his ear?

|| i’ve waited a month to make this joke the least you could do is laugh </3

|| you mean ,, (black)bane of her existence

Leathered boot kicks the bloodied appendage towards her again, leaving the ichor stains against the floor. It’s fine —— the carpet is 𝑢𝑔𝑙𝑦 anyway. Hm, does she not revel in his restraint? He presumes that she must know of his achievement in 𝑛𝑜𝑡 killing the man.

. . . drops a mutilated hand at her feet.

. . .

If he opens up more, his fangs would be coming out and —— didn’t she have an issue with the corpse by her doorsteps the other day? . . . but he supposes he can tolerate them, on a rainy day.

𝑌𝑒𝑠 he can —— the underestimation of his abilities is continuously wounding his fragile heart, bless its undead state (not). Now she’s going for his pride too? Does the assault 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 stop? ⠀⠀⠀ . . . leans into the touch regardless, nudging ; 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡.

. . . it’s really why she needs him around to start filtering through potential friendship candidates.