“Can I have it back now? It is mine.”
‘How do you figure?” Chrysanta asked.
Amneris shrugged. “Finders-Keepers rules.”
Me everytime
From Project Succession: Chapter 5, Part 5-
Oristina and Alcoy had sex in the shower then went to sleep to have sex in the morning. Now, they are off to gather information.
They were stressed out and tired of everything so far.
You two are getting kinda close and I don't know how I feel about it
Marinov gathered Hidayat close, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears.
“Hush,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm against Hidayat’s ragged sobs. “You have nothing to apologize for. These…monsters,” he spat the word with venom, “they made their choice. They chose cruelty, they chose violence. We simply defended ourselves.”
Hidayat’s sobs continued, his voice choked with guilt. “But the deaths…the destruction…it’s all my fault. I’m a curse, a blight upon this world.”
Marinov gently cupped Hidayat’s face, forcing him to meet his gaze. “No, Hidayat,” he said. “You are not a curse. You are a victim of circumstance, a pawn in a game played by forces far beyond our comprehension. You did not choose this path, but you can choose how you walk it.”
He paused, his eyes searching Hidayat’s for any sign of understanding.
“You remind me of Isaac,” he continued. “So idealistic, so full of hope. He believes in a world without violence, a world where peace can prevail. But this world…this world is not kind to dreamers.”
Marinov’s voice hardened, his grip on Hidayat’s shoulders tightening.
“Pacifism is a noble ideal, Hidayat, but it’s a luxury we can’t afford. Not in this world.”
Hidayat’s eyes widened, his sobs momentarily subsiding. He looked up at Marinov, his gaze searching for answers in the depths of his friend’s eyes. “But Isaac…he’s so strong, so unwavering in his beliefs. He wouldn’t give up, not even in the face of overwhelming odds.”
Marinov’s lips twisted into a bitter smile. “Isaac is young, Hidayat. He hasn’t yet faced the true horrors of this world, the depths of depravity that men can sink to. His innocence is a shield, a fragile barrier against the harsh realities of our existence. But even shields can be shattered.”
Also why do I feel like Isaac is currently off doing the most unhinged stuff. This story loves dramatic irony; he’s probably off plotting how to commit murder, knowing Descendent.
Like Mari he literally yelled at you and left you to bleed out on the battlefield, Do YoU THiNk He’S oKaY? He’s losing it, Mari. He’s losing it.
“He doesn’t know the depths of depravity that men can sink to” Bro he is the depravity, Mari. YOU DON’T KNOW HIM LIKE I KNOW HIM, MARI.
More chapter drafting…
Karen sneaks into her office late Tuesday night and finds Dov, Freyja, and Krista cocooned in blankets facing the office’s panoramic windows. The girls are in a deep sleep, using Dov’s outstretched arm as a pillow, and Krista is sucking on Dov’s thumb. Dov is awake, keeping a silent vigil as promised to the girls, and he’s using Krista’s teddy bear as his own pillow.
Oh, how the mighty (ex)Commandos have fallen.
Eryn meets Thee, Three of Diamonds, butler to the White Queen.
Thee.
Teehee
Quartz word vomits and sense he makes no. I mean, he makes no sense.
XD
Aeris and the gang honor the ones who died and the lives long gone.
Amneris ranted about how stupid her bosses are while being chased by a sentient sun
I think your imagination has no limits.
Someone got their ass kicked…. But are we shocked here?
Not really, I suppose.
late payments
Mari finally died. Or, at least, close enough to died.
About time.
The naked monks were given their robes back.
[insert evil laugh]
I took notes on how to write a ralatable sociopath.
DaVinci’s Demons is a really good show for this hehe
From Project Succession:
Dorian and his sister Artemis visit Mephisto and his allies. Artemis leaves the room feeling “sick and hot”, while Dorian plans to distract Mephisto from whatever Artemis is doing.
I MADE GOD AND SATAN BADASS WOMEN