»well, of course she would forgive you... and maybe... be happy for you. This is what your cold, non beating heart wants. Desires. Needs.«, you say pointing your finger in the middle of his chest. »I don't really know where the heart is...«, you adm...
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IN THE LIVING ROOM EVERYBODY IS SITTING ON A COUCH
»So... what are we going to do now?«, you broke the silence, wiggling around a piece of fabric of your dress with your fingers. You looked up, facing them, your eyes wider than usual. Looking concerned and worried, but not crazy.
INTERVIEW WITH Y/N: »I had every right to be mad at them... AND EVERYBODY ELSE. Only if I weren't on television...«, you squint your eyes slowly, giving the people opposite of you a threatening look. »you would be aaallll hanging here.«, you point your pointer finger above you, exposing the wine red nail polish on your claws. »skinned.«, you grin.
BACK TO THE OTHERS:
»I-I'm very, truly, deeply sorry for what happened to...«, he gulps. »Nadja...«, he mumbles, not daring to say her name out louder. »p-please y/n, prove to the others how sorry I am. S-show them with your powers how regretful I am. Please... I don't wanna get killed.«, he almost whines, tears rolling down his fat cheeks. He fidgets on his blouse, turning his head to your direction, waiting for an answer.
You cringe. »don't be weird Giza. We can all feel how you sadness and sorrow in this room, no in the whole house.«, you turn your gaze from Nandors slave that stands beside him to Laszlo, who's looking lifeless and weak. »Also... this big boy has it way worse than you! So quit bawling your balls out for nothing! Awhhh... my big strong man.«, sliding in the air with you "vampire powers" to Laszlo, you wrap your arms around his neck from the back, stroking his big wide chest slowly and smoothly, snuggling your head into the small space between his thick neck and muscular shoulder. He said nothing, it's not like you expected something from him. He's still has to recover from this shockwave.
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»Not as worse as Nadja.«, Nandor commented. »That you killed my little bodyguard.«, he added, grabbing Guillermo playfully by his neck. The grip of the glasswearer tightened around his blouse, looking ashamed and defeated to the ground. »DO YOU THINK IT'S A JOKE NANDOR?!«, you snap your head to Nandor direction, hissing at him for opening his big ass mouth.
NANDOR SITS ON THE COUCH, ALONE WITH THE CREW: »I do feel bad for opening my mouth and spitting some unnecessary comments, yes. But I've already lost sooooo mannnyyyy people in my life... like my 37 wives, over 2000+ soldiers I've forced into the war against enemies, that we had no chance to win to... but you know. As a ruler you lose a lot and when it happenes too often the affect of grief just...«, he holds a hand up, fisting it. «poof.«, he mimics an explosion with his hand giving the viewers his iconic awkward smile. »it just disappears.«
