[ΑΥΤΉ]’ ⠀⠀ 𝔙𝙰𝙻𝙺𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙴..

     ‎⠀⺌   i shall be cleaning this board up shortly. 

     ‎⠀⺌  my replies have been scattered, for which i offer my apologies. to balance study and labor is no small trial.

“i do not hold myself against anyone without reason.” renelm tipped his head back, standing taller before the woman, his eyes piercing through her— brows narrowing further, fists tightly gripped. it was a white lie; he’d done things without reason, far worse things than throwing a few sharpened words to wound another. but she didn’t need to know that.
            
            “mortal or immortal— that is where i draw the line. and you, cunning thing, are the divine blood i will dip my hands in. to have you at my mercy would be utterly magnificent. so very bold of you to assume my pride. i do have one, a pride— but none that your kind can scratch at anymore.”
            
            he didn’t need a reason to be angry; the fox was never not. but to see an immortal— to realize the figure before him was a goddess—made it all the easier to pin her with his temper, his fury. “you know nothing of me.”

ID: @caritonis       * the count goddess watched him with amused eyes. her glacial blues creased faintly at the corners, an expression tempered by centuries. *     right,   * her tongue clicked, a sound of idle mirth rather than offense. *     and i am neither a frail mortal, easily wounded by the vanity of your manhood. such a tone /ought/ to land you in rather bold trouble… unless you wield it against women merely to soothe your own pride?    * it was a stretch, she knew, but indulging herself by mirroring his manner seemed harmless enough. a game of words, nothing more. alara drifted closer to the tree, reaching upward to pluck a leaf from the bough, turning it between her fingers as though it held some ancient secret. *      no need to /kill/ anything, least of all my curiosity.

“woman or man, i do not wish to entertain anyone.” renelm tilted his head back, glancing down at her with the pride he carried, his ego sharper than any blade he’d ever held. “your curiosity— kill it before it kills you.” he was never patient, especially with words. idle chitchat was never his strongest suit, with no intention of being gentle with the few words he wielded.

@EYIKILL          ‎⠀⺌   thank you ml, we shall happily do so! 

&.     my, my.      tell alara she can happily devour both my men. 

@tarbooja      ‎⠀⺌   tyy, tehe.

/ make sure you prioritize your mental and physical health,  dear!

&.    take care of yourself, worry about replies later. 

@necromanics TAKE YR TIME SUGAR HEALTH MATTERS