𝑃𝑎𝑝𝑎 𝐕 𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑎

i'm sorry it has to end this way， brother. / no you're not.

nodding rather quickly , ears flicking . “ yes . that’s all . ”

hehehe . nuzzling into her papa’s hands , chitters and other ghoulish sounds would sound soon after .

𝐰ea𝐯e u𝐬 a 𝐦i𝐬𐕣 𝐟o𝐠 𝐰ea𝐯e𝐫 𝐡i𝐝e u𝐬 i𝐧 𝐬𝐡a𝐝o𝐰 u𝐧𝐟a𐕣𝐡o𝐦a𝐛𝐥e 𝐰a𝐥𝐥 𝐥e𝐬𝐬 𝐦a𝐳e 𝐂O𝐌E 𝐒E𝐂U𝐋A𝐑 𝐇A𝐙E .

oh that’s — does he need to ?

you look so biteable today (flirting)

⠀i was always so ashamed to take . so i gave . it was not a virtue . it was a disguise .

why so anxious ?

he did excellent . . her favorite .

. . no , no— not him .

no — he doesn’t need to do that . it’s his life source . . she can’t give any back . her blood . it clots . ages . there’s a reason it’s only used for spells .

oh . . this was — surely a morbid surprise . she loved it. it would go on her altar , next to some candles and flowers . she could never get rid of it, nor use it . thank you .