audio | un: mansbane

[bravelyrunsaway]

An outside mystery for you all! The wolves here aren't natural, and where the village children leave supplies at those cabins in the woods — around there smells of wolves, children, and adults. Human adults. Ever seen any venture out that way? I haven't.

If you care more about domestic mysteries, here at the estate the fireplace and feasting hall stink of bloodshed and all the emotional reasons one might have for it.

Not related, but terrible nonetheless, Julien refused even the idea of himself and his prince joined by a third in the bedroom. Pulled a Wrath and everything, cold, snippy, jealous, downright possessive. Which can be fun under certain circumstances, but might be a warning to all of you who've only seen his apparent sweetness.

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text; un: man's greatest treasure

[reparo]

He 'pulled a Wrath'?

[bravelyrunsaway]

What, you don't notice how he makes the temperature drop?

[reparo]

Oh no, let me rephrase that: you propositioned Wrath and Emilia?

[bravelyrunsaway]

Oh, yes! More than once. I'm ever hopeful, but alas, they're two celestial bodies in orbit of each other alone... I suppose that's what poets would call romantic.

[reparo]

Undoubtedly so, yes. It takes a huge amount of reckless courage to think to actually proposition them. Out loud. With your own mouth.

Incredible.

[bravelyrunsaway]

It's certainly not the only thing I'd do with my own mouth, out loud.

You can't have what you never try for, and there's no harm in being told no. More than one noble, for example, never got that lesson drilled into their expensive heads.

[reparo]

[ What other things can he - oh no. Oh no, details aren't necessary. ]

It takes a special sort of skill to not be affected by the possibility of rejection, I suppose. Not many possess that.

There you have it, another skill for your set, Licyn.

[bravelyrunsaway]

Such flattery! I'd say you're turning my head, but it's all simply true.

My skills are varied and of particular interest to interested parties, in all their particulars. Aren't yours?