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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓪 𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓯𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 "Let he who lives without sin cast the first stone... and find the glass it shatters in their throat." ~ℳ.𝒮. ------------------------------------------ OC. RP. Dark and Triggering Themes

▊ ▎ᴅᴇᴀɴ ༒︎ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇsᴛᴇʀ 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 ❛❛ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴏɴ, ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏᴡᴀʀᴅ sᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ. ↻ & ♡

@ButcherOfSupes "Oui. Iz true."

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@AViolentFury ~ 'is mys'ology. Good. Zen I need not explain it. Zo, I must say it can be quite ze story. 'ave you time, or should I shorten it for you, Monsieur Tonnerre?"

@AViolentFury "'aven't we all?" Arrives the counter, playful in its way. Even as his responses carry no hint of being charmed by her, his prevailing curiosity to ask a question, certainly counts among her personal wins. A dainty sound of humour then shuffles up her windpipe. "A man whom ~

"Bonjour monsieur @AViolentFury." Clear blue eyes appraise him with a respectful curiosity. Her lips a gentle curve, softening her features. She can't help but be called to the aura around him, powerful, like fire. Her own, tranquil as water, but with an edge, knowing, mayhaps ~

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Szometimes force iz a requirement.

@AViolentFury ~ fingers her way, she continues. "Take me for example. Miseria, Latin for Mi-ser-ee, and yet I am not miserable." Her smile deepens, a knowing glint overtaking the sparkle as she follows with a tease. "Ze Goddess of a similar name zo? Per'aps z'ere iz some merit to."

@AViolentFury ~ lips corners never cease, a little glittering in the light to accent the sharp blue of her keen irises. "We are all at ze mercy of our parents when we are named. How often we do not match the choice." Indicating herself with a graceful twist of her wrist and fold of her ~

@AViolentFury "Ramiel," echoed quick as a whip for the French languages penchant for wrapping sounds together quickly, though not unflattering in its sound. "'Ze Zs'under of God'. Quite a powerful name." Sky blues run their course over his frame in a swift appraisal. "Fitting it seems."

@GildedSuffering [His head tilted slightly. As seemingly welcome and patient as she was, there was something dark there too. His brow furrowed slightly as she asked who he was.] Name's Ramiel. [He didn’t really divulge more than that at this time.]

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@ASelfishDesire "Quite ze kindness, to consider me for such thoughtful arrangements. S'ank you, kindly." The witch bows her head gratefully, almost curtsying as lips coiled in polite feminine appreciation.

@AViolentFury ~ étranger. I am Miseria." The beats of her tongue drag her name along with that French cadence to complimentary effect. "And you are?"

@AViolentFury So, he speaks. Appearing ever like a man looking for a fight around every corner, the primal grate in his voice and overall blunt demeanor finds no deterrent against her patience. Pleasant as you like, that reserved upwards tilt remains affixed in place. "You are most welcome,~

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