Do I really need to mention [ he gestures emphatically to his chest, where a Netherese orb beats away soundlessly, ticking down the minutes to his eventual destruction ] how I got this? Long story short: don't go poking your nose into ancient magic just because you want to impress someone.
On a lighter note, I also can't recommend licking spider carcasses in good conscience. It just isn't worth it.
[ she trusts her patron, but like... she trusts her patron to be a fey and act as such. that's completely different than the blind trust she used to have in these creatures when she was but a child. ]
And before anyone wants to lecture me: I know. Believe me, I know.
[ Despite the mishaps and Lyney not being here to help her articulate her point in a more charming way. She did her best, the twins only wanted to save Fontaine from the prophecy, but to see Furina crying on the defense stand was hard to watch even for stoic Lynette. Even Lynette's intel gathering skills, she couldn't figure out what was going on with their former Archon. ]
I do hope you have a much better life now, Lady Furina.
Vore porn. Just don't fuckin' do it. It be yer kink and all that but the reality is you or yer partner's dead and it ain't a pretty death... or in my case, ya spend three days tryin' ta get the stench out of yer skin.
Get dragged back to Angband. Just put an arrow through my heart if that seems to be a possibility... if I don't take a knife to my throat first, that is.
The loss of loved ones and someone I thought I could trust ready to assassinate me over it... I was hurting at that time as well, so it all happening at once hurt so much more than I thought.
[ ooc: im not over her story quest, can you tell?? ]
Shoulda made a big ol' batch of pork sausages - no one's any the wiser when it's all cased up to dry! Then tossing the offal to the pigs. Or the gators, in your old neck of the woods, eh?
Oh well, bygones be bygones, wouldn't have met your dashing self without a little oopsie!
...Signing up for something just to make other people happy.
[He wrinkles his nose, idly patting his chest to look for a pack of cigarettes stowed away somewhere.] Turns out no one gives a rat's about what you gave up, only what you can keep giving 'em.
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