[ "I'm not done telling you how to make soulless puppets out of the dregs of souls!"
He pictures the looks on the faces of his brother and his friends. Horror. Despair. A singular man who stood apart the others, who bore a calculating look of respect for what he'd pulled off. The look of someone who understood power and its necessity, first. ]
Ever the busy bee, ferryman. I'm sure I'll be around.
[ he may have forgotten about what's later today. It's fine. Rose literally will not let him forget come time. ]
[desperately attempting to make amarant relevant]
Date: 2023-10-20 05:40 pm (UTC)He pictures the looks on the faces of his brother and his friends. Horror. Despair. A singular man who stood apart the others, who bore a calculating look of respect for what he'd pulled off. The look of someone who understood power and its necessity, first. ]
Ever the busy bee, ferryman. I'm sure I'll be around.
[ he may have forgotten about what's later today. It's fine. Rose literally will not let him forget come time. ]