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Monster and the Maiden Fair
![]() There's a long precedent in folklore and myth of beautiful young people - both men and women - being kidnapped by monsters: dragons, beasts, goblins, demons, elves, vampires, wolves, or even evil humans. In the end, however, these prisoners are almost always rescued and brought back to civilization to live a normal and happy life. But what if they didn't want to leave their jailor? They've seen behind the surface and have begun to sympathize with this "monster;" no, more than that, they've fallen for them. Will this story have a happy ending? Will the monster believe that anyone could love them? Most importantly, though, can the two of them be left alone without any attempts at a "rescue?" how to play
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Look he's alive because he's max lucky, not because he's got any self preservation instinct
He was a weird guy, but Felix had known plenty weirder. Ambrose didn't seem bad, which was the important thing. Or at least, not worse than Felix himself.
You can't fall off the floor, he thought to himself, taking a drink of the beer.
"It's fine, uh - I'm sure it'll be okay. I'll just make extra sure to wash my hands so it doesn't get infected," Felix said. You know, the completely sealed no longer real injury. He glanced around when Ambrose did, spotting the bloody bottlecap on the counter likely at the same time. "Aw fuck, I'll take care of that."
(pardon the delay!)
"It's quite all right," Ambrose responds, thoughtful, eyes catching on the gleam of blood. He bites down on the inside of his bottom lip when the urge kicks up in his throat -- urge for what? More than blood; in particular, Ambrose is so momentarily caught by the sharp and full scent of fresh blood that he genuinely forgets the bags of blood in the fridge.
He looks to Felix...with a smile that is a little forlorn, only at the edges. His movements are stiff, but he lowers the roundly-shaped bit of metal into the trash, a small canister below the counter.
...Blood. Fridge. Right. Ambrose glances at Felix's drink and tries a more natural-looking smile. "Good idea," he says, seemingly at the bottle in the other man's hand, and turns to the fridge. Okay, much better now, this pang of keen attention to the lost blood wavering out like steam.
Ambrose is quick to open the fridge and reflexively retrieve a bag from a small drawer, once used for lunch meats and cheeses, not that Ambrose is aware of that intended function. "I...suppose I've never asked, partly for being polite..." Next, grabbing a glass from an upper cabinet. "Where is it you're visiting from? If it's not intrusive to ask."
Felix is lucky that Ambrose isn't aware of more than vampires such as himself, werewolves, humans touched by spirits of supernatural origin... He's never set eyes on something more than human-esque, in either appearance, or origin. He doesn't have suspicion, but he's certainly becoming...curious about his recent guest.