Coming back from the opera house, her mind was running wild, too much just happened. She went there to support her lovely Ivy. Her beautiful voice and her face was the cover of the opera. Yet here she was now pacing and biting her lip. Gone, kidnapped. Disappeared. Only a wrestle to show a sign. +

I… don’t know about that.

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More art of Kata This is my favorite piece of her so far

*She makes a mental note of the sweets he likes.*

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Days off never truly happened. Sometimes though, sometimes the right hand of Teia Cantori got lucky. Here she was, a break for lunch, feeding a calico cat and smiling. She was in an alley as she let the cat play with her fingers. "Be careful, kitty, this leather will keep your marks." She cooed.

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I would never dare embarrass your name, *small smile.* You might stab me…

Illario.

𝙏𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙤, 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙙 — 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 Illario leaned leisurely upon the dark oak kitchen counter, basking lazily in the sunlight while nursing a coffee he held in his right hand. "Ah~. Good morning. You are well, yes?"

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She spent so long deciding and getting a gift. It couldn’t compare to what Illario got her. She was able to get some help from Teia though. Looking down at the gift, she breathed in, hoping he would like them. She thought they fit him well. Holding the small jewelry box. She knocked on his door +

A messenger crow departs Villa Dellamorte in the early morning, bearing an anklet scroll and a light wooden box. It arrives intact to one Salvador Arainai, carried the rest of the way by a grim-faced servant who should not have looked in that box. It was, after all, full of severed tongues.

Good morn— *Silent stare, turn around and walk back to her room.*

a whole new weight of responsibilities. [I Want. You. To Put. The Pen Down. And. Kiss Me.] Abruptly he chokes, nearly spitting his drink; he jerks his head back, tightly gripping the cup as his head swivels in Spite's direction. +

You did ask for it, Ivy.

I hate to disappoint you, Fifth Talon. However…

“Miss Cantori is scary, Miss Cantori is scary!” Have you met her? She is a little gossip.

Lucanis, bend your demon over a basin and be done with this.

"I believe I shall be turning in for the night. Eventual days so far. Try not to blow anything up." She gives a small bow as a farewell for the evening. #darp

Envy let her withdraw. He wanted her to run. He -liked- it when they ran. With both hands free, he could commit his full attention to the fade-fire that flickered against his hands. The phosphorescent fire swelled suddenly as he curled his claws inward, igniting as if flame to wick,

Just one night, one night— it should be fine. Yet here she was in her own bedroom. Just one poor person. One poor used to be slave. One creature. Did she even deserve to be called a person. A day off, one day to relax. Yet— she couldn’t. She was here in her underwear. Scars everywhere. Chains +

*small scowl* Hmp.

The amount of spirits and demons among the people here… it’s intriguing. #darp

@therightdellamorte.bsky.social When she finally had the chance to find and see Illario after everything that happened. She immediately knelt down a little to see his face. "Illario— Maker— are you alright?" The mask she always wore was gone, pure concern. Pure worry. She stood there with +

@crowsruletreviso.bsky.social — *Most of his ideas were markedly devious, and this one was no different. Illario looked at his nails as he leaned on a pillar, lounging lazily in the low cast of twilight that beamed in through far windows. -c-

This felt familiar, he thought. Familiar, like home, like failure, like Caterina's cane on his shoulders. Then, Ivy spoke. [Only one of us if someone hadn't interfered.] -c-

They are cute!

@viagofifthtalon.bsky.social Fifth Talon, may I speak to you. *Deadpan stare.*

+ quickly took the box and brought it up to her gaze a little more. A small tear came to her eye as she stared down at the necklace. "You… had this made for me?" She said softly. "Made for… me…" She looked so touched, she couldn’t ever give something of equal value. "I… I love it." She whispered.

silver metal shimmering under the lamplight. It was a necklace, expensive in appearance alone, made of silver and inlaid with glistening purple gemstones. It lay securely on a dark blue cushion, chain laced through in order to stop it from falling out.* -c-

as the demon coasted against his conscience, building in intensity as he neared her.* Kata!~ I was not expecting to see you in the market? *His eyes dart up and down, making no secret of his admiration. It was a very nice ensemble.* Are you looking for something in particular? Perhaps I can help~.

@therightdellamorte.bsky.social Naturally shy, a feminine outfit like this was something Kata never thought of wearing. The jewelry, the silks, the skirt like tailcoat. The corset, she wanted to surprise Illario though. Just as he had done to her, she enlisted the help of Teia with this. This +

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Uhhh…. Ummm…

Alright peepers. Feast ur eyes on this! (My hand hurt)

All I need to do is ask Teia, she is a very sweet. Amateurs

@andarateiacantori.bsky.social I have an issue… *She looked deadly serious.*

@viagofifthtalon.bsky.social Fifth Talon. Are you going to propose to Miss Teia any time soon?

@therightdellamorte.bsky.social Are you busy tonight, Illario? *Looks like she’s plotting murder.*

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#ooc: Alright! Some workshopping 1. The op is in their 20s 2. Accepting #mv / #ms 3. The op lives in CST Timezone, so around 10 pm CST I’ll probably be dead asleep. Kata is her nickname. Kata’tic is “death of cold”, she is a warrior.