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my sister says i shouldn't speak to you :(
aw poor thing, come here, let carmilla take care of you :)
did your husband tell you that ? you ought to listen.
a good pet knows how to bite her tongue
what a scary lady... i guess its fitting... ( at least she is more kind than her husband... and her wives )
i wish alexandre would take pity on the poor boy - they're much more similar than he dares to think !
my love, my everything, shall the sun burn you the morning lord shall fear my wrath
the gods sculpted you in their image, my liege, how lucky i am to be in your presence
"Hm. You remind me of your mother. Do tell me, when you inherit her estate what will you make of it?"
"Leave us alone." (She said not to speak to you)
An outsider looking in. One who bows his head when it is not demanded, a respect that even members of the Pantheon, at times, fail to show…yes, your deference will be remembered and rewarded, dear Zenith.
“A god gracing me with its presence? How lucky am I, to have the privilege of speaking to you? Very lucky, I’d say. Many pray for an experience like this. Few answer.”
“What a wonderful place you have. I would never leave.. so many books. Can I rest here for a little while? It’s so quiet.”
“Miss Blodeuwedd! Every-time you’re in attendance you never fail to make me smile. I hope you’ve been doing well? Please let’s catch up, you’re always such a pleasure.” ( How my family talks of you makes me angry — though you don’t need me to defend you. I wish for you to have a happy eternity. )
“Ah sorry to interrupt ma’am— Miss— um.. Scapula. I just- oh- sorry- gods Sorry i just need a bandaid- it’s not a major cut don’t worry miss! Sorry to bother you!”
“Ahah! That is both terrifying and incredibly intriguing, please tell me more.” (Even being scared of bugs, he loves to listen.)
Glorious day, indeed! Thine King hath no need for sugary drinks, for I am invigorated by simply the presence of mine loyalest subjects!! Thine King would adore one lemonade, however :D
“My king what a glorious day it is. What do you wish and I will make it so. Perhaps a warm drink, or something sweet?” (There’s no harm in pretending, afterall.)
Another lost memory.
“…” (What pretty music. I know why my sister must like it. She sings it when she thinks no one is listening.)
Too kind, darling. Anyone would be lucky to meet such a honeyed tongue as yourself. Careful who you open your mouth for! Wouldn’t want to attract ants, now, would we?
“What a gracious presence, Lady Lachesis. As always, of course. How do you fair on this day? Here, let me hold your coat for you.” ( Lachesis. A spinner of fate, or a poisonous viper? You remind me of my mother. )
“I’m happy to see you doing well for yourself, even if we are not close.” (Does this mean there is hope for me as well?)
“A hound, correct? You remind me… of an Orchid Mantis. Does that make sense?” It’s a compliment, he thinks.
“Oh I hope you’re doing well! Is it selfish to wish for you to attend the next event? I’m afraid I don’t know any of the attending…” (A friendly face! How delightful, yet rare.)
“Zenith, what a nice surprise to see. Rest assured I am… how are you dear? Do tell me you and your family are well. I look forward to seeing all of you next time,”
(Ahh but the most broken hide behind wounded cracks in paint. Rested assured I see everything, but I paint the fiction others desire. Such a tragedy, I suppose…)
“Miss Ffion! Are you well? Please take plenty of breaks. Your artwork never fails to make me smile.” ( You draw my family so beautifully, but is that what you see? How much of it is real? )
“Ah— hello, you’re an Edevane yes? Or is that too forward? I am poor with names, I apologize.” ( An Unbleeder? Is this one free? I don’t think so, i don’t think so.. )
“Hope he dies. Painfully. I think it would be funny.” (The epitome of ‘if he’s mean to you he has a crush on you’, unfortunately)
"Fucking bitch ass whore, I hope he dies a horrible painful death" (Stairs; 10, Dark; 0)