Before he punctuates that question properly, Ossidia places a finger on his lips—the same finger she used to pinch and throw in those dead rats and lizard tails. ]
Shh, don't speak, my love. The flames of my passion could not possibly this intense with anyone in the realm. [ An uncharacteristic giggle. ] Did you like that? I've been trying to omit words such as "death" and "corpse" in my poetry...
[ Without warning, Ossidia sits him down Mortem and Malady, now transformed into a chair of flesh and bone. Look, their skulls are on the end of the armrests! ]
Stay here. I have created the most wonderful drink for you.
[ Wonderful? How the potion bubbles even after she pours it into a cup says otherwise. ]
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Before he punctuates that question properly, Ossidia places a finger on his lips—the same finger she used to pinch and throw in those dead rats and lizard tails. ]
Shh, don't speak, my love. The flames of my passion could not possibly this intense with anyone in the realm. [ An uncharacteristic giggle. ] Did you like that? I've been trying to omit words such as "death" and "corpse" in my poetry...
[ Without warning, Ossidia sits him down Mortem and Malady, now transformed into a chair of flesh and bone. Look, their skulls are on the end of the armrests! ]
Stay here. I have created the most wonderful drink for you.
[ Wonderful? How the potion bubbles even after she pours it into a cup says otherwise. ]