"Sssecrecy? For what?" his voice became even more noticeably unstable, "Ssssomething that wassss your fault?"
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Reache's grey irises shrunk down to almost nothing, making his eyes almost a complete, angrily-glowing dark crimson.
He bristled, head reared back. "Parasssite?!"
Reache was like a flash as he took Wiberr by the throat and harshly pinned him against the floor before just beginning to wail out on him.
"WHO'SSS THE F-CKING PARASSSITE NOW, YOU SSSELF ENTITLED PIECE OF SSSH-T?! IT WASSSS YOUR FAULT SSSSHE LEFT AND CASSST THAT SSSPELL ON HERSSSELF! YOUR FAULT THAT SSSHE DIED AND HAD A CHILD THAT SSSHE COULDN'T LIVE LOVE! YOU TOOK HER AWAY FROM ME! I COULD HAVE PROTECTED HER! I LOVED HER!"The words were shrieked from the limeblood's throat as tears welled from his eyes like an oil spill. His blows were, at first, very rough and he probably broke a few of Wiberr's ribs, as well as busted up his jaw and broke his nose.
They slowed down and got softer, though ... and his voice got quieter. "I could have protected her... you failed... you failed..."
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Reache didn't hear her.
"What ... the f-ck... did you sssay...?" he hiccuped, trying to sound harsh but really sounded just as terrified as Esprit was.
"I'm... the reassson you were fighting...?" his voice was barely just a whisper.
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He shook his head, "Sssshe wasss working late... becaussse sssshe wanted to. At leassst... I thought ssshe did. I never assssked her once to ssstay beyond the ssschedule I gave her, and that... wasss jussst a few hoursss..." he said, wiping some tears from his eyes.
"I couldn't raissse her paycheck, you d-ck. Everything I paid her with came out of my own pocket..." you could tell he was trying to keep himself from sobbing again.
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[[ MY JAPANESE MIND READING POWERS
THEY STRIKE AGAIN ]]Reache's breathing got ragged again, and he suddenly swung his fist forward and gave Wiberr another good, very hard pop in the jaw... enough to send him tumbling sideways. Then he couldn't hold it in anymore and started crying, and ran out.
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She would have had to follow a white Dire wolf ...
in snow.
It was a good thing he was very big and had red markings. It made him easier to see. He was also giving off a canine whine very similar to Ravenn's.
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Reache heard her shriek, and reluctantly came out from his hiding spot.
He was... a very big puppy to say the least. Bigger than Ravenn's pharaoh, and that thing was massive. But what did you expect from a Dire wolf?
He trugged over and poked her with his pink nose. "Bella?" he asked softly, and laid down almost on top of her without waiting for a reply, melting the snow under them and warming her up, licking the tears off her face.
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Reache huffed, and laid his big fluffy wolf head on her. "I'm sssorry for the ... violence I ssshowed in there, bella... I really am..." he apologized softly.
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[align=center][font=georgia]The big fluffy Dire picked the girl up and carried her safely back to her mansion, where he turned troll again (he was somehow still clothed... there must have been a trick to that) and covered her with a blanket and began making her hot chocolate... completely ignoring Wiberr.
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[align=center][font=georgia]"Ah! Here you are, Esssprit." he set the cocoa in front of her.
He nervously rubbed the back of his neck, "Ssso, um... can you tell me about Ravenn Trader?" he asked softly.
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[align=center][font=georgia]Reache smiled her entire explanation.
His son, and Echell's daughter... lovers. He found himself chuckling at the sweet irony.
[Color=red]"SSSo... how did you find him? Him being a Trader, I'm guesssing he ssstared up sssome sssort of sssh-tssstorm of trouble for himssself... and you got caught up in it, didn't you, bella?"
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Reache held his smile. "I know how you Lamias work. I knew your mother, after all."
After she had finished speaking, You sssound like you plan to have him around for the ressst of your life, huh?"
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Reache sipped his own hot cocoa.
The man didn't use his pinky.
"Ah, we Traderssss may be con artissstsss and liarsss. But we have ressspect for thossse who hold usss and put a roof over our headsss," he responded. "Ravenna may be trouble sssometimesss... but he'll alwaysss be loyal, if he'sss any ssson of mine. You won't have to worry a bit about him leaving you, bella."He sighed, setting his cup down.
"Esssprit? Er, I mean, Msss. Diable, of courssse. Would you happen to have sssome decent fabricsss, thread and a sssewing machine?" he asked, knowing how much he was asking for.
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Reache instantly perked up, standing.
"A- a boutique?! È questo un sogno*?! You mussst show me!"
[[ *Is this a dream?! ]]
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[[ aaah hey bby is it okay if I draw Esprit in the dresses Reache makes for her ]]
Reache let out this feminine, loud squeal.
It was Echell's work! All of it!
And there were still some of the specially colors fabrics, threads, and ribbons he'd made for her for her more exclusive works. They had been left untouched for... almost forever now, hadn't they?
Reache covered his wide smile with both of his hands, and you could tell he was internally screaming with happiness. He instantly went to gently touching everything and eventually getting to work.
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Speaking of Ravenn...
a voice cut through Esprit's amused thoughts. 3sprit!! Ravenn had been in her mind once, so he could jump there any time with out any DNA transfer. And he didn't sound happy.
Reache continued to hum blissfully and work.
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3sprit.
who's in my body and why.
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Y3ah, doll, I'm fin3. I had to 3scap3 him, though. All of his thoughts w3r3 'f3rr3t dragons', 'cloth3s', some guy named 'Deo' and 'going to try to find him after this' and a bunch of sappy sh-t.
Reache started threading some shiny, soft ribbon into what he was making.
B3sid3s... I was worri3d about you, too. I couldn't h3ar your voic3. I couldn't h3ar anything... h3 block3d th3 outsid3 world off.
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Ravenn sighed, It's okay, doll. I'm h3r3 for ya now.
After Ravenn finished speaking, Reache presented Esprit with the first dress he'd make her that day.
It took him only 30 minutes to make it, after having quickly sketched down the plans for it. And it wasn't only a dress. He'd made her a scarf and a lovely hair bow to go with it.
It was made of almost-transparent fish-net-like cloth, which was dark gray. Three dark red, soft ribbons came around it and met on one side into three bows... the top one the smallest, the middle one medium sized and then the last one was the largest. From that last ribbon and its bow the rest of the dress was made of a very similar fabric that was the same color and texture as the ribbons, and the dressed stopped with that fabric just as Esprit's knees.
The scarf he'd made was a sparkly black... like a nightie's blood. The ends of it were a slow gradient into dark red, matching the red on the dress; and in that red were two very beautifully stitched-in white snakes, to represent Mercury... who Reache just assumed based on some of Ravenn's memories that he'd snooped on.
And the hair bow... again made out of the same ribbon as the bows on the dress, it had longer frills and was skillfully embroidered with white stitching in a simple, yet fancy pattern. The bow had a fake rose in its center.
"Weeeeell~?" Reache smiled wide.