mordo⸺ who listens to him anyway.ᐟ a man so insignificant, so incalcitrant to think her husband's mercy be weakness. bah⸺ every word out of his mouth like air, sinking to a new low.
she hates that she can tell his parting blow left a mark. but her husband is sensitive⸺
he could not say it 、would not say it. though the words of snakes and recreants clawed at the back of his mind. the words that came out of the likes of mordo.
𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭.
and not without his pride.
a pride that's been scratched by doom's metal armour.
with a small hum she reaches to unstick his grip from her, intertwining their fingers together. all it takes is a tilt of his head before she can land a kiss along the back of his hand.
that's⸺ quite big. ( it's like a mini cauldron, all things considered. crrtainly at least half the pot could fit in there. still, she amenably pours out the brew for him, handing it over. )
have you been eluding the good mistress of slumber.ᐣ
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⠀⠀⠀⠀attention 、all present guests at the sanctum. strangles is nowhere to be found. do try to take care of your necks —— he will choke you with the violent inconvenience of an ant.
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❛you know the dark dimension is teeming with residuals. i merely asked one if it was amenable.❜
ask is a generous word but a sorcerer supreme is allowed to make contracts and all things considered, it was a bindingly fair one. heh.
❛isn't he just.ᐣ❜ she lets herself peer at the approximation of her husband's features she had lovingly stitched.
there's a small patch of rust red under his hair where she had pricked her finger.
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⠀⠀⠀stephen could feel the book in his hand battling for freedom 、not very strong now that he's worked his spell 、of course. but his attention and concern were still drawn by that dark radiance coming out of that * somwhat cute imitation of him.
reaching out, clea runs the back of her hand over his felt cheek and laughs when strangles ineffectually bats her away.
❛oh, that's⸺❜ there's a shake of her head, a wave of her hand as though to dismiss his concern.
❛i apologise for my reticence. i had recently fought a shade of you and it was... not a good experience. i suppose this is what doctors call exposure therapy.❜
oh, must she do everything herself⸺ by all of hoggoth's hoaries. she sets down her cup, fine china clinking on the saucer. lavender eyes meet his.
❛well, i s'pose we both best learn to improve, sentry.❜
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The Sentry had spent quite some time staring at the tea before him. His gaze quietly, nigh-reverently, shifting from the cup to Her and then to the cup again. He seemed confused, if not uncannily nervous.
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