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[damnpire]

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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.

Comments

[damnpire]

[It is stupidity and masochism, she should say it. He does not get amused, but there is the faintest hints of a thankful smile in the mental landscape. Soft, even though she'll hate it deeply.]

I hope so, too. [Let him come back less thrown-himself-on-the-pyre.] Thank you, Hayame.

I'm sorry for troubling you. If I'm alright, I'll contact you after. I'll let you know what we find out.

[warmare]

If I have to kill you, do not expect me to tolerate Aetos any longer, "boon" for Meridian or not.

[Someone has to be half-sane in this gd place!!!!

... Also yeah, she hates it deeply. How dare he just still be standing there, smiling, instead of-]

I will await your word.

[And if it doesn't come... she'll go hunting for him.]

[damnpire]

[There is a mental motion like nodding his head in acknowledgement. That's fair enough. He wouldn't force Hayame to tolerate someone after uselessness or betrayal.]

I won't make you wait long. Take care.