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＊ fuck it i’m turning my gregor acc into meursault
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suenoimposibIe
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⠀⠀⠀﹙ S͛AͣNCͨнⷩOͦ, the second kindred. ﹚
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝
⠀⠀⠀if you're looking for father, he's gone
⠀⠀⠀off with that knight once again. if
⠀⠀⠀you have something to say to him,
⠀⠀⠀tell me now and i'll relay it when he
⠀⠀⠀returns.
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﹙ emerging from the priest's area in la manchaland, sancho steps into view. she isn't particularly surprised to see montresor ⸻ most bloodfiends drift through gregor's confessional booth sooner or later, spilling their tales of gnawing bloodthirst and fraying restraint. still, the blonde arches a brow, curious as to why the prince himself would choose this place of all others. is he now tired of rodion's company at the parade? ﹚
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＊ i blame oomf for this but. montresor x meursault on the mind right now, get them out !!
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＊ i like meurmont in theory but it’s definitely going to be the most agonizing slowburn. montresor is still very much hung up over [REDACTED] and meursault is. well he’s meursault
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＊ oh yeah i have other limbus accounts too. @wutherinqs for heathcliff and @ungezeifers for gregor
ivampsuckyerblood
* pookie is it you..
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＊ cb for something? :’) definitely need to get him to interact with people outside limbus company.
suenoimposibIe
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⠀⠀⠀m⸺ m⸺ m⸺ montresor, i do
⠀⠀⠀believe .. rocinante's laces hath
⠀⠀⠀come undone …
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GALLOP ON, @impunemente! ⠀⠀⠀ she doesn't expect him to tie her laces. she figures that telling him what happened will be enough⸻he'll wait while she sorts it out, then they'll catch up to the others. but when he suddenly drops to one knee, don quixote is caught off guard. “sir montresor..?” she calls out, a little stunned. and once he finishes tying her laces, she simply stares at him, dumbfounded. the silence stretches between them.. until she clears her throat, trying to break it. “t⸺ thank you! a most noble deed, truly!”
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⠀ ⠀⠀ ୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨
⠀ ⠀ i⃨n⃨ p⃨a⃨c⃨e⃨ r⃨e⃨q⃨u⃨i⃨e⃨s⃨c⃨a⃨t⃨,
⠀ ⠀⠀ @suenoimposibIe ₊
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⠀ ⠀⠀ ❛ … ❜
blinking once, twice. is she expecting him to tie her shoelaces for her? tch. like he’s going to ..
⠀ ⠀⠀ ❛ very well, allow me to
⠀ ⠀⠀ assist. ❜
a sigh as the taller man sinks to one knee, fingers immediately moving to make quick work of rocinante’s laces.
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☠︎ ︎ ︎⠀ ⠀cb + specify for this little freak perchance
suenoimposibIe
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⠀⠀⠀﹙ S͛AͣNCͨнⷩOͦ, the second kindred. ﹚
⠀⠀⠀… you and the others .. still persist
⠀⠀⠀on getting me back. why is that?
⠀⠀⠀and if i say no .. if i stay here at
⠀⠀⠀la manchaland, with my family,
⠀⠀⠀what then?
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⠀✧ ┈┈┈ ⠀⠀ thus we go, @impunemente.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝⠀͝
⠀⠀⠀"because i know you" …
﹙ sancho echoes emptily, her words drifting into the void. the usual mirth that once colored her voice is gone, stripped away and replaced with detachment. her gaze, fixed squarely on montresor, seems to pierce through him without truly seeing ⸻ distant, unfocused, as though she's looking far beyond the area, beyond him, beyond even herself. ﹚
⠀⠀⠀that person you once knew is dead.
⠀⠀⠀"don quixote" is no more; she
⠀⠀⠀returned me to this place to end
⠀⠀⠀the dream .. to put a final stop to
⠀⠀⠀this vain and purposeless
⠀⠀⠀"adventure."
﹙ the bloodfiend nearly growls, her brows are drawn tight in a storm of both frustration and resolve. her grip on the lance ⸻ crafted from congealed, darkened blood ⸻ tightens, knuckles paling beneath the strain. it appears she's poised to strike, ready to draw her weapon against the sinners at a moment's notice. ﹚
⠀⠀⠀… do not get in my way.
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⠀ ⠀⠀ ୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨
⠀ ⠀ i⃨n⃨ p⃨a⃨c⃨e⃨ r⃨e⃨q⃨u⃨i⃨e⃨s⃨c⃨a⃨t⃨,
⠀ ⠀⠀ @suenoimposibIe ₊
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montresor huffs, a trickle of crimson dripping down the side of his face. he grips the wooden handle of his cane, using it to support his body weight.
⠀ ⠀⠀ ❛ because i know you. i
⠀ ⠀⠀ know the nature of your
⠀ ⠀⠀ soul. you are not like them.
⠀ ⠀⠀ is that not reason enough
⠀ ⠀⠀ to want for your return? ❜
his nose wrinkles a bit when he winces in pain. unfortunately, it seems the executive manager can do nothing about pain, in contrast to the way he can reverse death.
⠀ ⠀⠀ ❛ you think i care if you
⠀ ⠀⠀ say you want to stay with
⠀ ⠀⠀ these brutes? i do not give
⠀ ⠀⠀ a rat’s ass if i must drag
⠀ ⠀⠀ you out of here myself. ❜
he’s growing impatient now, and it’s evident in the crassness with which he rarely speaks. it’s, admittedly, strange coming from montresor’s mouth.
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⠀⠀⠀… AHEM! i⸺ i uttered no such
⠀⠀⠀thing .. surely thou must be hearing
⠀⠀⠀whispers from the wind, not words
⠀⠀⠀from mine lips!
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⠀ ⠀⠀ ୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨
⠀ ⠀ i⃨n⃨ p⃨a⃨c⃨e⃨ r⃨e⃨q⃨u⃨i⃨e⃨s⃨c⃨a⃨t⃨,
⠀ ⠀⠀ @suenoimposibIe ₊
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⠀ ⠀⠀ ❛ ... ❜
even montresor is averting his gaze, suddenly finding the grass beneath his boots extremely interesting. one could swear, though, that his eyes have lost the usual sharpness at their edges.
⠀ ⠀⠀ ❛ if you say so. ❜
“father.” the word sounds foreign to montresor’s ears. he never really had a good relationship of his own, so to be called that was just .. very unexpected.
⠀ ⠀⠀ ❛ right. well. signore
⠀ ⠀⠀ dante must be awaiting
⠀ ⠀⠀ our return. ❜
he turns on his heels, folding his arms behind his back and walking off.
suenoimposibIe
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﹙ accidentally called montresor "father" after a quick mission. is not meeting his gaze right now, quite embarrassed. ﹚
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