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[desolation]

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text; un: scorpionem

[transgressings]

So I thought you should be the first to know that we've made great progress on the shop.

Enough to open this month, if you'd be amenable.

text;

[desolation]

If you believe it is in a ready state, then I trust your word.

Am I to be there for its opening?

card delivery

[streetforged]

[ There've been worse places to walk. Many of them, but Arthur has always had a little trouble with delicacy. He's not a gentle man. He can walk a path and not look back or not look down, but this time, the other side is unknown, and there is no path to follow — only to make his own. ]

[ No adventure can be promised here, but he swore his help, and she will get his help. ]

[ A gift never hurts one's cause, does it? It's a small box, with a few bite-sized cakes in cups (cupcakes, the person had explained) with a card, ]

Should I continue to seek your favour?

[desolation]

[ what had occurred that night had been a mistake, one that she will come to regret despite the lack of awareness she had in her mind then. she had returned to a youthful fantasy, a dream that had long since passed, and it had been with rage that she had awoken from it, cheeks still sticky with salt from her tears.

she had not sought to find him afterwards, knowing she might just cut him through if she ever laid her eyes on him again.

when the box is found in her quarters, it takes everything she has not to take her knife and puncture the desserts right through.

soon after, she sends a message, through the device, to give him his answer. she would not waste a sheet of paper to even scrawl it. ]

You shall not.

text;

[transgressings]

I have heard tell of other witches in this city who seek to form a coven. To what end, I do not know, but the one who summoned me was acquainted with a woman I trusted before her departure from Duplicity.

I thought it prudent that you be informed, should they contact you on their own at any point. The one who engendered the idea is called Nicholas Scratch.

text;

[desolation]

A coven of witches led by a man? How absolutely absurd.

video | un: wolverine - misfire

[snikthatch]

[ Morgana will receive a video clearly shot from the inside of the Up jail, looking down into Logan's lap. Logan's sitting on the edge of his bunk, the waistband of prison issue pants pulled down a little so he can stroke his dick. He's very hard, close to become undone, clearly edging himself (possibly at the recipient's request) with short brutal movements and squeezing himself as he pants and growls. ]

'Nessa, I'm so goddamn close -- I need to come. Please.

[desolation]

[ she's in the midst of sorting her potions in her bedroom when the call alert comes in, with a name that doesn't strike any familiarity that she's almost willing to ignore it completely, especially while she's in the midst of her own task.

but there's an insistence in the ring, one that sparks more annoyance than to simply answer it, seeing as how she's still used to these devices, unskilled on how to shut them up.

of course, being met with the sight of a hard cock being stroked isn't exactly the most enlightening sight to find without warning and her nose scrunches with disturbance, especially when she hears it followed with that name — nessa. there's a chance this is referring to her own beloved vanessa, which leads her to wonder how this pathetic little sight ended up on her line. ]

Did you simply leave you there to fend for yourself? You poor soul. Must be quite tormenting, isn't it?

(misfire) TEXT | un: w.maximoff

[betterworld]

[ It's the middle of the afternoon when Morgana's phone buzzes three times in quick succession. The first is a photo of the inside of a woman's thigh, pale and perhaps unremarkable, save for the bruise halfway up, the obvious result of someone biting and sucking on the skin there. Her arm is visible at the edge of the photo, nestled between her legs, hand pressed to whatever she's sitting on and it's difficult to tell if she's naked or if there are panties hidden by that forearm.

The second message is another photo, though it's difficult to tell if it was taken the same day. In this one, the woman is laying down on her side, legs bare, maroon-colored panties visible. Her thumb is hooked into the side of them, pulling the fabric low enough to reveal another hickey on her hip.

The third is an accompanying text: ]

Your photos, as promised.

[desolation]

[ when morgana receives the message, she has to actually consider if that is a thigh she's bitten into that she simply didn't remember; she isn't one to necessarily forget her train of lovers, but one could never quite tell.

of course, when she gets the second, she realizes this must not actually be for her, even if she hums low in a bit of delight at the imagery. ]

I am quite disappointed in myself if I'd forgotten such a delicious promise.
Though I'm not disappointed in receiving them.

text ↪ un: torontonian (misfire: nsfw, knifeplay mentions)

[hallowing]

（ the accompanying image is something about like this. less chef, more 'wow that's a knife for skinning a human', but. same basic principle. ）

the red-handled one is new. wanna play later?

xoxo

[desolation]

[ it would likely be strange for anyone to receive a photograph of knives, but for morgana, there's more intrigue than confusion, even if she's not acquainted with the sender's identity. ]

Though I'm unsure of who you are, I'm quite fascinated that you so easily knew of my favorite game to play.

CITATION

[duplicitymods]

❝

DUPLICITY CITATION No. 06062021 Violation: Continued same designation relations Fine: Three days in the People Zoo + public display in North Park Payments must be received within 30 calendar days, or debts will be handed over to the Remittance Facility.

❞

text [ un: daughter-sea ]

[seaboard]

What is your favourite flower, my lady?

[desolation]

An interesting question which I don't believe I've been asked in quite a long time.

But I have a fondness for chamomile and forget-me-nots.

( text | un: rivia )

[blamedestiny]

I need to speak with you.

( he doesn't add anything else, not wanting to worry her immediately but she knows him well enough that a simple message like this might be enough on its own. )

[desolation]

[ when she receives the message, she has an inkling what it may pertain to. but she chooses not to give any hint that she knows, not yet, if only to be certain he's choosing to tell her honestly. ]

Do you wish to speak through the devices or does this require a formal meeting in person?

( text | un: rivia )

[blamedestiny]

( he waits until the following day to reach out, unsure if it's even a good idea. )

Do you really think I should stab myself in order to get some sleep?

[desolation]

[ at first, based on the message, she thinks she's being contacted by that anonymous stranger again and is quite ready to ignore it — until she realizes the name on the message, connecting together the pieces of who she'd actually been speaking to. ]

It's proven to be quite effective.

[ does she really want to get into this? at the very least he's come to her as himself this time. ]

I suppose I should have recognized it to be you.

delivered first week of novemeber —

[seaboard]

— Queen Morgana Le Fay, High Lady, Dearest Mistress,

A gift, to keep you warm through the winter.

In my home, we give gifts at the end of harvest - to keep us in good cheer all through the long dark to come. One to keep you warm on the nights that can be frightful. I hope this one keeps you in good cheer and warm your heart with the thought of my care for you. For surely you have given me courage and care, and I hope that is what this will give you the same. The wreath is usually given at midsummer and kept until mid-winter when we burn them on the longest night to ward off bad omens for the new year.

In dearest care,
Gilia St. Loe, Daughter-Sea, She Who Sings the Ocean to Prosperity

[ With the note comes a box that has been carefully packaged, scented faintly with lavender and rosemary. On the top is a simple wreath of leaves, chamomile and forget-me-nots, bound together with twists of herbs and other florals that make it faintly sweet, with how it has all been carefully dried. Below it is the main gift itself. A jacket, made of thick wool and silk blended together and picked out in what is her own embroidery in matching colours to elegant even with its intricacies. ]

text ↪ un: torontonian

[hallowing]

what's your opinion on, in no particular order:

whiskey

b-rated horror movies (i will explain if u don't know what those are)

17th century artisanal dildos

swords

penguins

and poetry?

[desolation]

That's quite an extended list of subjects, which leaves me curious if it's only meant as an assortment or if there's a threaded connection between them.

I've grown fond of whiskey, though I still lean towards good wine.

I know nothing of these movies.

As a proper lady, I shouldn't confess that I've had my experiences in making use of them, but I am no proper lady.

I am skilled with a sword far more than most men are.

I've only seen them in books, but I think they're the cutest fat little birds.

And I do adore poetry when it's on the page, but I dread it when someone attempts to recite as an attempt in wooing me.

Is that all sufficient?

( icebreaker text )

[blamedestiny]

MEET GERALT. YOU TWO SHOULD TALK ABOUT CUDDLING!

[desolation]

[ she ... very nearly laughs to herself. very few things make her laugh honestly, so this proves to be quite a treat. ]

I didn't realize this was such an urgent subject for us to discuss.

TEXT | un: w.maximoff

[betterworld]

HELLO! MEET WANDA MAXIMOFF
YOU TWO SHOULD TALK ABOUT:
BODY WORSHIP

[desolation]

They suggest we talk about it, though I would think it would be much better to enact it.