#VERSE : 𝑰𝑵𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑼𝑳𝑰 ⸸

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@saintsreign​

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⸸  Cryptic  or  not,  it’s  true,  and  the  third’s  nonchalant  response  only  fuels  his  agitation.  How  and  when  would  he  escape  the  looming  shadow  of  the  Emeritus  line?  Death  had  seemed  to  be  the  final  solution,  but  even  something  as  concrete  as  mortality  unraveled  at  the  hands  of  Terzo.  THE  GOLDEN  BOY.  

How  dare  he  come  back  as  if  nothing  had  happened?  As  if  HE  hadn’t  happened...and  lecture  him  like  a  child.  ❝Misfortune,  HA⸺!❞  Copia  eyes  the  doughnut  box  with  apparent  disgust.  ❝Those  are  bad  for  you,  you  know.❞  He  says  haughtily,  having  already  had  his  share  of  a  box  a  few  hours  previously...but  the  third  doesn’t  need  to  know  that.  

He  wants  to  SNATCH  his  phone  and  hurl  it  out  the  nearest  FUCKING  window.  

                                                    ❝What  are  you  even  watching?  What  do  dead  people  do  on  social  media?❞  Papa  continues  to  twitch  in  his  seat,  obviously  perturbed.  ⸸

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Continued from here. 

@melicra​

Copia  fidgets  in  the  armchair  he’d  reluctantly  rooted  himself  to,  determined  to  see  this  little  rendezvous  through.  He’s  tempted,  just  as  he  has  been  for  weeks  on  end  to  pinch  himself,  to  wake  from  the  dream-like  chaos  that  is  the  third’s  return  to  the  mortal  coil.  

“What  do  you  mean,  what  do  you  mean?”  Papa  leans  forwards,  on  the  offensive  despite  himself.  His  honest  try  at  serenity  upon  entering  the  room  had  quickly  crashed  and  burned,  and  his  peace  with  it.  How  do  his  brothers  cope?  A  mystery  as  old  as  time  itself,  it  seems.

Papa  grimaces  at  his  own  words  and  the  child-like  cadence  of  it  all.  And  lecture  to  top  it  off.  Perfecto!

“Your  age  is  showing.”  He  points  out,  as  if  that  outright  closes  the  debate.  “Those  things  will  give  you  high  blood  pressure.”  In  other  words,  Copia  had  already  indulged  in  a  box  an  hour  ago,  still  sluggish  from  the  feat.  "I  am  not  weird.  YOU  are  weird.  Look  at  you...with  your  doughnut  fingers  and...slippers."  

Truly,  it's  4:00  in  the  afternoon,  why  is  the  man  still  in  those  slippers?  

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@adseculaictis​  confessed  :   “ you just can’t help yourself, can you? “ (Does not have to be about kissing since they've never interacted.)

              The  Cardinal  leans  forwards,  leveraging  himself  against  the  palm  that  had  just  slammed  to  the  other  side  of  his  guests  cheek,  guiding  them  back  against  the  door  to  his  suite.  His  arm  shakes,  as  uncertain  as  his  expression,  eyes  wide  and  WILD...or  is  it  the  ache  of  HUNGER  that  causes  him  to  quiver?  Copia’s  mouth  is  SORE  with  it,  gums  aching...

              His  jaw  clenches  shut,  throat  wobbling  unsteadily  as  he  swallows,  gaining  the  control  to  speak.  “No.”  And  as  if  his  own  words,  his  own  admission  of  WEAKNESS  had  set  him  free,  the  Cardinal  lunges,  mouth  finding  theirs  in  a  scramble  to  taste.  His  canines  have,  naturally,  sprung  to  attention,  scraping  against  lips  with  an  eagerness.  They  have  yet  to  pierce  flesh...but  he  can  only  resist  for  so  long.  

                                              “SINFUL,  isn’t  it?”  it’s  whispered  into  their  mouth,  soft  and  inviting.  

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Continued from here.

@peachyrots​

“I  WILL  eat  you...”  Copia  recoils  at  his  own  reflection,  watching  himself  cringe  at  the  foreign  slick  words  fall  from  his  mouth.  “No.”  Preparing  to  try  again,  licking  his  lips  to  regain  some  sort  of  moisture  after  repeated  attempts  and  his  mouth  turning  to  sand.  “I  will  EAT  you.  Not  in  a  sexy  way,  just  as  a  meal.”  That  sounds  much  better!  Very  SWAVE  and  natural-ish?  Before  he  can  celebrate  with  a  tiny  cha-cha,  there’s  ANOTHER  reflection  in  his  mirror,  door  BUSTING  open.  FUCK!  

The  recently  appointed  Papa  Emeritus  the  fourth  jumps,  reeling  around  so  quickly  that  his  neck  pays  the  price.  “No!”  Is  all  he  can  get  out,  the  protest  sounding  more  like  a  squeal  than  anything  else.  “No.”  He  says  again,  brows  furrowed  and  voice  lowered  farther  than  perhaps  it  ever  had  been,  compensating.  

He’s  been  caught...or  worse.  She  thinks  he’s  TALKING  to  her.  With  a  sickening  drop  of  his  stomach,  he  realizes  he  can’t  back  down.  What  the  hell  is  he  suppose  to  do?

“....Really?”  His  bed  sheets  are  gripped  where  he  sits  in  the  most  NON-HORNY  way.  “Peach,  yes,  I  remember.”  He  hadn’t  spoken  to  her  since  they  met...out  in  the  world.  He’d  offered  her  a  room  at  the  Abbey.  Papa  is  REGRETTING  that  kindness  now.  

SAY  SOMETHING,  COPIA.  

                                                                                                  “I  love  peaches.”  

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@cryptskept​  confessed  :   ❛ Evil is an act, not an appetite. Everyone has the appetite. If you give in to it, that act is evil. The appetite is normal. ❜ From The Countess

The  PROVERB  is  considered,  eyes  surrounded  by  paint  flitting  this  way  and  that,  wide  with  thought.  Nearly  instantly,  he  disagrees,  blinking  away  that  which  isn’t  his  own  opinion.  An  appetite  for  evil...  yes,  it  exists.  The  clergy  and  their  devoted  children  feed  off  of  this  concept  DAILY.  How  else  would  anyone  find  the  church?  

“Oh,  really?  That’s...”  The  Cardinal  claps  his  hands  together,  nodding  his  head  along  with  it.  “Wow!  Very  wise.”  There’s  no  fucking  reason  to  contradict  her.  He  hasn’t  gotten  where  he  is  by  being  a  ‘no’  man,  si?  

“This  whole  PLACE...  has  an  appetite,  you  know?  It’s  ah--  very  spooky  in  general.”  Copia  turns,  looking  around  the  long  art  deco  hall  as  if  someone  or  something  was  watching  them  at  this  very  moment.  “Totally  our  ‘vibe’,  sai  cosa  voglio  dire?”  The  clergyman  leans  forwards,  lowering  his  tone  to  something  just  above  a  whisper,  “I  think  this  hotel  has  GIVEN  IN  to  it’s  hunger...a  lot.”