≾ @the-aetherness​  :  It’s been a while, you really want to dive in head first? ≿

    ❛ Is  that  your  way  of  asking  me  if  I  need  lube  or  not.    Cause  it  REALLY  sounds  like  that’s  your  implication,  y’know. ❜

𝕾𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑 𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑 :

Rarely did the ghoul reveal his face, but he slowly removed his mask, revealing his face that had a sly smile upon his lips,

“I live here still, Cardinal. Did you forget that? Or are you too busy with Aether? How is he by the way? Oh! That’s right, you haven’t spoken to him in a while as he tells me. Anyway, whatever you’re up to, I’m sure it’s not at all planning someone’s death.”

The ghoul flicked his tail side to side before placing the mask back on and twitching his ears,

“There’s nothing you can do for me that you haven’t done already, Copia. Besides, many prefer me as an ally than an enemy. Have a good evening.”

He nodded before continuing down the hall waving his tail side to side, humming ‘Mary on a Cross’ as he kept his head up high.

        His  smile  dissipated  into  a  darkened  expression  like  the  sun  consumed  by  a  Winter’s  night.     Something  about  that  snide  tone  had  his  blood  starting  to  boil.     Keep  your  cool,   Copia.     He  smoothed  his  hair  back  before  folding  his  arms  and  tapped  a  finger  impatiently.     ❛ If  you  know  I  haven’t  spoken  to  him  in  a  while — or  seen  him  for  that  matter — Then  surely  you  know  the  answer  to  your  own  ineffectual  questions,  hm?     But  hey,   you  got  one  thing  right.    I  kinda,  maybe,  sssorta  forgot  you  were  around. ❜      laughing  through  his  smirk,   pokerface  re-adjusted  complete  with  vitriol,     ❛ Duly  noted,   Special.    Glad  to  hear  you  found  yourself  a  spine.    I’d  love  to  see  what  you  have  up  your  sleeve. ❜      Copia  watched  the  ghoul  continue  on  his  way;   Certainly  he  had  moxie  now,   and  whether  or  not  that  would  bite  him  in  the  ass  one  day .  .  .  The  Cardinal  always  had  tricks  of  his  own.

        ❛ I  was  about  to  ask  you  the  same  thing. ❜     It’s  true  Special  was  always  inclined  to  skulk  around  like  a  church  mouse,   but  showing  his  face  now  seemed  somehow  out  of  place,   especially  given  their .  .  . history.    Water  under  the  bridge  they  agreed  but  the  Cardinal  knows  bad  blood  never  truly  fades.     After  examining  his  nail  beds  he  glances  over  to  the  ghoul  with  much  curiosity — or  perhaps,   suspicion?      ❛ You’ve  been  under  the  radar  for  a  while.     What  inspired  this  surprise  visit?     Not  that  it’s  untimely  or  anything. ❜     If  that  little  comment  seemed  to  carry  a  venomous  repose  that’s  because  it’s  entirely  intended  to  do  so  and  the  feigned  smile  he’s  wearing  made  it  all  the  more  flagrant.

≾  @the-special-ghoul​  /  continued  ≿

         ❛ .  .  . Wow.     A little over the top don’t you think?     And come on,  I deserve more credit here,  my skull’s only half empty,  you know what they say about things that are half empty — The best has yet to come. ❜      Preens,  admiring himself.       ❛ Let’s just pretend my skull makes an equal substitute to a glass.   For the sake of my excellent analogy. ❜

CONTINUED  /  @satanprophet

𝕯𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 :

             _{❝There’s no such thing as BAD publicity..?❞ Hands locking together, she leaned towards the male ever so slightly. ❝Wasn’t there a saying about how curiosity is a double
edged SWORD…? ❞  Perhaps  it was the Cardinal that brought out this side of the doll. Or perhaps, she actually seemed to enjoy the company of him.  ❝Glad? Now why would a
man like yourself be GLAD about that, dear Cardinal?❞} 

❛ Yeah,  that’s the one. ❜     Amidst his preening he leaned against the wall,  arms crossed and one leg over the other.   A succinct prose that likewise demanded attention — or perhaps it was his vaguely consistent look at me aura in the presence of certain individuals.   Particularly ones he wanted to bed.      ❛ Double-edge sword,  killed the cat,  yadda yadda .  .  . I’m a risk taker. ❜     Sometimes,  anyway.     ❛ You should try it out more often.   And to answer your question — isn’t that obvious.   Means you were thinking about me.   Now I wanna know,  were you curious about my well being orrr .  .  . something else? ❜      

𝕺𝖍 𝕭𝖆𝖇𝖞! :

She wriggles a bit as she sits down. Were anyone to ask, she was just getting comfortable, but there is, of course, an ulterior motive. And she’s fairly certain he’ll appreciate it. “Of course, daddy,” she croons. “Should I tell you, now, what a good girl I’ve been? Or would you rather hear about what a bad girl I’ve been?” Then again, there may be very little difference between the two.

Oh he can see  where this is headed from a mile away.   But for the sake of keeping momentum,  he’ll play dumb;  And coy.       ❛ Now wait a minute.   You saying you’ve been a little of both?   Hard to believe it’s ever the former. ❜      He leans back just right to catch a better eyeful — As if the warmth swelling in his groin wasn’t enough.

         A gloved hand held Strega’s chin as his eyes met hers,  head perched like a picture-esque marble statue or one of those scandalously erotic renaissance paintings he’s so very fond of.       ❛ Why don’t you tell me how bad you’ve been and maybe afterwards your saintly deeds will make up for it — ?   Hah,  who am I kidding,  tell me all the stuff I wanna hear!   Been making me proud in my absence I hope .  .  . ? ❜

𝕷𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖙 :

“ …  ” he wouldn’t. pupils narrow sharply at such an implication. how easily he could coerce a sibling into finishing anything he preferred not to do. however ——– bites the ghoulish that threatens to spill from his tongue as he remembers his game is rigged. his head lolls to the side in silent defeat , a rather lengthy exhale through his nose. “ yeah , you’d like that  , wouldn’t ya ? ” he murmurs.  good little ghoul , upon his knees for their glorious leader. a sight to behold , he supposes.  

he cocks his hip , wandering fingers moving to idly dig a spot behind his ear , “ you seriously called me all the way out here for this ? ”

He’s about to say yes.   But he stops himself,  instead deliberating the conundrum he’s now faced with.      ❛ No. ❜      It sounds wholly unsure and not at all convincing.   Because,  yeah,  he would enjoy the sight of this mouthy brat-of-a-ghoul scrubbing toilet rims,  but .  .  . He’s not going to admit defeat.   He can’t answer with the truth that easily!    Psh.   Yeah it’s a little Kindergarten.   However — Ok,  so there’s no however.

          ❛ And no again.   Believe it or not,  gorging on my food wasn’t the reason I summoned you,  wiseguy. ❜     He’s not gonna let the grape debacle go — Not for a good three months minimum.   He jabbed a finger on Ash’s sternum,  gently pushing him back as Copia turned on his heel to face a tall window,  its velveteen curtains drawn just enough so moonlight poured in serenely.      ❛ Accompany me. ❜     He could barely force the words,  feeling somewhat indignant.       ❛ Tonight.   Drinking.   I feel like going out.   I’m getting cabin fever. ❜

𝕾𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕮𝖔𝖗𝖛𝖚𝖘 :

“By Sister Imperator. She would’ve sent it herself, but the car accident has left her having to relearn to walk. As for who the letter is from…”

She scans the envelope for the umpteenth time for any clue of the source. “It doesn’t say….”

         For some untenable reason  his heart sunk,  feeling much like his innards had been scooped out.   He felt akin to a child again about to receive a firm scolding.   It’s just a letter.   It’s just a letter.   It could say anything .  .  . It could be nothing.   Right?

          Copia  ( who was nervously fidgeting )  smiled a forced smile and nodded.     ❛ Well Sister Corvus.   Since you were so kind as to deliver it to me yourself,  you should have the honour of opening & reading it to me.   Go ahead. ❜     He swatted his hand urging her to do so.   It’s better to just rip the damn bandaid off in one fell swoop.

𝕯𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖇𝖊 𝖆 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝖕𝖔𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖗 :

@ratpoisons - / starter /

❝  Me ?  Doing  that ?  I  don’t  think  so.  ❞

        ❛ What,  it’s not that bad,  no one ever said you can’t sext the dead.   Right? ❜         Yeah,  he’s entirely serious,  and the vehemence in his expression only hastens as he begins waxing on ouija board ethics.       ❛ Think about it.   People always talk about how spoooooky the whole thing is,  but did they ever stop to think how adventurous the experience can be.   Kinda .  .  . hot under the collar telling you this but,  I’ve done it before.   With great succession,  heh. ❜     Yep.   He’s overwhelmingly serious about that too.

𝕷𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖙 :

the ghoul watches as the cardinal rises , another grape finding its way beneath his mask and between pointed teeth. by all means. more of a sit pretty kind of ghoul ——– but this isn’t quite what he had in mind.

fur stands on end ; shoulders stiffly tilt inwards and away from the man squaring up. if only it kept him from running his fucking mouth.

“ lookin’ like this ? i beg to differ. ” bold words from a corpse with an iron visage.

       There’s a pause,  followed by the jutting of his hip and arms crossed — Complete with a routine glower on his face.      ❛ .  .  . Uhuh. ❜      He’s got enough self-awareness to realize this is probably a little bit like standing on the other end of a two-way mirror;  But it didn’t stop him from rolling his eyes,  scoffing at Ash’s ego.

         ❛ Then beg all you want.   It doesn’t change a damn thing. ❜      Oh to be confronted with one’s own primadonna complex.      ❛ And stop eating my grapes. ❜     With fervor Copia snatched them from the ghoul,  cradling them to his chest as if something dear had been taken from him.       ❛ They’re imported.   Unlike you.   You can go clean toilets,  or something.   How’d you like that,  huh? ❜