I... I have nothing to say. Believe what you will.

I am not a cupcake either, it seems. Perhaps we should start a new chain, hm?

And we will always be grateful to those whose stories brought us where are today...and those whose stories will live on with us forever.

Santiago throws open the shutters and leans an elbow on the sill, looking out at the city below. Beside him, a fresh cup of coffee steams in the cool morning air. Another day. Another year, each a little better than the last. For the first time in a long while, he can't wait to see what comes next.

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Define "fixing".

5 favs, 5 tags (Hm. No, I think not.) Food: spicy chicken and chorizo paella Season: summer Drink: cioccolata calda con chile Color: dark wine-red Anime: I... What is that? It sounds like some form of necromancy.

My only appreciation for the Venatori is of the many ways that they can die. Does that count?

"More chaos. Wonderful." He shakes his head. "At least it is a prettier form of chaos this time. Less fire." @secretly-chaos.bsky.social

...You are not my mother.

"What a strange question." His voice is cold, his eyes colder. "A strange, unwise question."

"Oh, would you look at that? We are compatible, amor." He smiles. "But we already know that, do we not?"

He looks away with a sheepish smile. "I have been busy. But... yes, you are not wrong. My apologies." tellonym.me/santicantori

"Am I really so frightening?" He grins. "There is no need. I do not bite. Not without permission." tellonym.me/santicantori

He frowns slightly. "I do? I hope that is intended as a compliment." tellonym.me/santicantori

"I might be. Why?" He smiles, eyebrows rising playfully. "Are you interested?" tellonym.me/santicantori

"Surely that depends on what you are trying to do with them, no?" He tilts his head and smiles. "Or are you simply frightened of beautiful women, pelirrojo?"

"A good question. Though I doubt there is a good answer."

"Why are you smiling like that?" His eyes narrow. "What have you done, pelirrojo?"

He nods with a small, embarrassed smile. "I do, though my work often keeps me too busy to check my mail every day. I do hope you can forgive me for missing your message." tellonym.me/santicantori

He raises an eyebrow, but an amused smile tugs at his lips. "Curious. And they left no evidence? How unfortunate."

On going to check his mail, he finds nothing but a pile of shredded paper, though he hears the echo of a wisp's mischievous chitter when he looks around for the culprit. "Mierda, I hope none of that was important." ((Scribe is bored, send help!)) tellonym.me/santicantori

We listen and we don't judge. The face I'm listening with:

"What is this thing and why is it in my pocket?"

He wrinkles his nose in distaste. "Why must the pretty ones be so crass? A shame, truly."

Many of the small tables are starting to fill, but Santiago spots one nearby that is still unoccupied for the moment. They make their way over and sit, Santiago reaching for the menu and laying it flat between them. "Hm. An... interesting selection." @illarioftreviso.bsky.social #BelleFadeWedding

He grins. "Looking for something, Lorelei?" @loreleibhaalchild.bsky.social

He curses softly as a sheet of rough paper falls from an old sketchbook, revealing a portrait in his style, but not drawn by his hand. He appears many years younger, and far happier. Staring at it for a moment, he takes a deep breath and carefully puts it away.

He smiles, pulls out a sheet of paper, and starts sketching.

His eyes narrow. "For your sake, I certainly hope not."

((Watched the Princess Bride again recently and now I'm realising just how much Santiago sounds like a mix of Zevran Arainai and Inigo Montoya in my head... and now hopefully in yours too 🤣 ))

Mierda. Now I am hungry.

His lip curls in disgust and he throws the book out of the window, where it lands in the canal with a splash.

The streets are quiet this evening, with so many of the city's usual night-owls occupied at the opera. Santiago glances up at the cloudless sky, frowning thoughtfully. His mind has been restless today, unable to focus on any single thing at a time. He needs somewhere quiet to think. +

"Hacedor! Illario!" On seeing no obvious assailant nearby, he races to his side and begins casting healing spells, reaching into a pocket for a healing potion. Carefully, he tips the potion down Illario’s throat and waits, summoning a dagger in one hand, just in case.

He attempts to cast a healing spell, but it isn't enough. "...Mierda."

He rolls his eyes, pulling a healing potion from a pocket and casting healing spells on the worst of the injuries, muttering to himself in Antivan: *Who did you antagonise this time, you fool? Fortunate for you that I find you entertaining, otherwise I would let you bleed.*

He sighs and holds up the chart. "If you insist."

He frowns in disgust. "No. I do not think so."

He frowns, tilting his head in mild confusion. "It... should be the other way around, no?"

He raises an eyebrow and smirks, amused that the rumours he's heard about the Fifth Talon appear to be true. As for his own, there are no surprises. He knows himself well.

He smiles. "Nervous, aren't we?"

He nods with an approving smile. "Sunny and cute. Just like you, Bellara."

His eyes follow the silent newcomer as they walk through the Diamond, mouth curving in a curious smile. "Hmm. Just as I was starting to get bored, too."

I am... not displeased with this. I like cats. iseej.github.io/LovePawsona/

Oh, is it that time of the year already? If any of you wish to make a confession, I promise I will be discreet. tellonym.me/santicantori

Not entirely inaccurate, I suppose.

He smiles. "Perhaps."

He tilts his head to the side, narrowing his eyes slowly. "Hmm. Looks more like a hare to me."