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[damnpire]

voice / text / communion

D's mind is a cacophony of things.

The landscape is shadow and darkness, and it is chilly and reserved where D sits in it; he feels like a simple young man. Quiet, soft, human. But behind the stoicism is a warm, sensual, and elegant sliver of something primordial and powerful. Embracing it is hypnotic, arousing, yet also a little horrifying.

Amidst all of this is something else, too: a craggled and old presence which can be heard on occasion cackling or chattering separately, the crusty voice belonging neither to D or the peculiar entity in the space.

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new year's delivery

[warmare]

[On the first day of the new year by the Kenosian calendar, a courier arrives with two packages for D's household. Within the one addressed to him is a long black robe that resembles the fashions she is used to from her own world. Close enough, anyway.

The courier takes out a note he had taken down that contains a message from the sender, which is revealed to be Hayame, reading it out somewhat in a rush (he's behind schedule). Something about it being tradition in her lands to impart gifts of new clothing for the new year, something about that it would honor her if she were to wear it, they'll be in each other's care for the coming year, yadda yadda yadda...

And then the courier rushes off to his next delivery!!!!]