[ Angel Devil. ] [ chatcube, or action. ] [ if you're visiting the rose barn, look for the door with the creepy bat-and-angel-wing sigil on it. Knock first! Or get zapped. ]
[Without lifting her face from where it's tucked against his chest, she gives her sleeve a gentle shake, dislodging the switchblade she's been keeping up there for the last few days while she musters up the courage to use it.]
[It's the one from the betrayal ritual, all those months back, all folded up into a little dark rectangle.]
[It falls into her hand, and she offers it up where he can easily take it.]
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Is a good day for a death, don't you think?
The weather has troubled us so fearsomely. We find here a rare respite...
[ that said, he lifts his head to blow a puff of at a white feath, fffh!, before it can touch the two of them. ]
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[Without lifting her face from where it's tucked against his chest, she gives her sleeve a gentle shake, dislodging the switchblade she's been keeping up there for the last few days while she musters up the courage to use it.]
[It's the one from the betrayal ritual, all those months back, all folded up into a little dark rectangle.]
[It falls into her hand, and she offers it up where he can easily take it.]
I'm tired, Reverence.
Tired of dreading this.
1/?. ha ha ha.
he holds it aloft of them both, and moves his thumb down upon it slowly, until the glimmering blade springs out from its sheath with a merry sound.
with the same good humor he'd used to suggest this as a good day to die, ]
I despise handling weaponry... the cold, dense sense of metal in the hand...
Ah, but what's one more sweet little favor for me to do you?