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diveronarpg · 5 years

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In fair Verona, our tale begins with HARRIET D’ANGELO, who is THIRTY-FIVE years old. She is often called HERMIONE and is NEUTRAL. She uses SHE/HER pronouns.

TW: DEATH

When a PRINCESS is born, we all know how the story goes. She grows up in a castle that reaches up to the peaks of Heaven, with all that she desires at the tip of a bejeweled finger and the entirety of the world posed outside a gold-plated window; conquered and left for the taking. The princess embraces it all as she leads a happy, star-streaked childhood – but then she flourishes into cynical adulthood, and happiness becomes nothing more than a myth. Her castle in the skies turns into a prison buried within the depths of the earth, and the world outside her window becomes nothing more than an unattainable dream. And then the rest of her journey fades into a haze of rebellion and rage – because it can’t possibly end any other way, could it? Stories like these are abound in cities like Verona. You can almost see their scripts written over blood-soaked cobblestones and drawn across dusty, boarded up windows. And so, it’s only natural for one to FORESEE this story and claim to know how it unfolds without even sparing its text a glance. But there could be no greater mistake when it comes to the story of Harriet D’Angelo for it is not one that speaks of princesses and dragons and noble heroes. It simply speaks of a girl who loved and lost and LIVED to tell her own tale.

Harriet wasn’t born a princess, and she didn’t grow up in a castle – but she certainly came close. The D’Angelo family was not in the ruling class towards which the likes of the Du Ponts and the Vernons belonged, but it was esteemed in its own right. And so, Harriet received the BLISSFUL upbringing that could be expected for any child born onto the glamorous, gleaming pedestal of aristocracy. She received the greatest education, dressed in the finest silks, and hovered within the brightest social circles. However, while some would fill themselves up with such blessings until they reached the pinnacle of gluttony, Harriet merely took what was enough and looked no further. She possessed an uncanny sense of HUMILITY, despite being born to a mother who hungered for influence and a father who thrived on the opinions of others. Her eyes never sharpened with disdain as she looked up at her superiors, and her nose never wrinkled with disgust as she looked down at her lessers, either. Her sights were limited to what was before her; her heart tethered to the bright, sunlit slice of the world she found with her family – because for all their faults and flaws, they loved each other, and to Harriet, that was more than enough.

Even when that love was tested beyond its bearings, it was still ENOUGH for her, although it took her a tremendous amount of time and patience to reconcile with that belief. After all, no amount of faith could prepare anyone for the prospect of being shackled by the very people through which they sought freedom and safety – and that was exactly what happened on the dreary day when her parents made her an unprecedented, unwanted, offer of betrothal. It was from an established young man who, in her mother’s words, had hymns sung to his name around every corner of the city – but not even that description was quite as appalling as the story he spun. A chance encounter had apparently set him on Harriet’s unwitting path, and indeed, just like that, he wished for her be his. It was at that point that Harriet decidedly shut her ears to the rest of her mother’s honeyed words, eyes brimming with enraged tears and lips clamping shut against the protests that struggled to break free. But then her mother began to speak of how impactful such a marriage would be for their family name, holding Harriet’s hand in a feather-light grip as her lips curved with a smile that sparked stars into her eyes and dug the tenuous doubt into Harriet’s mind that perhaps this was indeed a venture worthy of her SACRIFICE. Her mother would have moved on to ensure her that she was under no obligation to do this – but before her tongue could even roll around the words, Harriet said yes. Even then, she would have still said yes. Even if asked to jump off a precipice and give her life away for her family’s sake, she would have still said yes. LOYALTY was as rigid and firm in her blood as a pillar of steel, and if anything stood true to Harriet, it was that.

Her marriage only lasted a handful of months, and when it finally sputtered away, it left behind a waning, war-torn GHOST of who Harriet had once been. The man she had gifted herself to turned out to be nothing more than a cruel, conniving monster who took away her life and then dared to take away the one thing that would have brought it back; feeding her lies of redemption and change upon the adoption of their child, only to walk away and leave her in the dust mere months later. Her son was the breath of life her heart had starved for, and it was in the wake of his blessed arrival into her life that Harriet found the will and the strength to gather her ashes and RISE from them. Years passed in blessed peace that she and her son joyously shared – right before it was ripped from them; right before he was ripped from her. The twist of fate couldn’t have been more random, or more cruel. Another vicious link had erupted in the chain of war harnessed by undeserving Capulet and Montague hands, and her son fell victim to it. A casualty was the exact wording in the tabloids, but there was no describing the loss or the AGONY that it brought forth. Once again, she crumbled; only this time, Harriet had to learn how to pick herself up. This time, she let herself soak up in the ashes in the hopes they would leave the scar on her heart even a little bit faded by the time she was back on her feet. This time, she taught herself how to stand alone, and how to seize that loneliness and turn it into strength. Now, she has risen, and rather than wait and pray, she has stolen a slice of peace and made it hers. And even with her heart torn in two, even with her happiness incomplete and unfulfilled, she was determined to protect what little of it she’s managed to earn. In Verona, the cost of PEACE is bloody and heavy, but make no mistake; she is willing to PAY it.

ODIN BELLO & MATTHIAS WARREN: Demons. Othello and Malcolm. Two accursed names that have haunted and tormented her from the moment they poked out of the retelling of her son’s death like twin blades. Out of the drawling, monotone slew of the police officer’s words and straight into the core of her gnashing heart. Harriet doesn’t wish to find them, but she knows that her path will inevitably collide with theirs. After all, no two strings of fate ever went untangled when pulled by the hands of tragedy – especially in a city like Verona. But just as her story is not one that centers around a princess-turned-queen, it is not one that is driven by a force of vengeance, either. She doesn’t seek to harm them or punish them—but that doesn’t mean she isn’t seeking to condemn them with every untarnished inch of her heart.

DELILAH BELLO: Reflection. She’s heard the scathing whispers tacked onto Delilah Bello’s name, and the dreary tale that follows in its wake. It’s one that undeniably parallels her own, with the only difference being that Harriet was leashed by the chain of devotion while Delilah was caught in the snare of love. But in the end, is there truly that much of a difference between the two? Harriet isn’t too keen on figuring that out, but she is intrigued by Delilah’s story and the struggle she must find in her ceaseless attempts to regain control of its narrative. Perhaps it will help Harriet regain control of hers. Perhaps it will help her learn that such is a goal that she should have aspired for many years and losses ago.

SANTINO GALLO: Lost soul. The vision of the man struck her heart the moment she laid eyes on him, although at the beginning, it was merely due to the pitiful state in which she found him. Huddled up in a dark alleyway, one hand pressed against his stomach and the other gnarling against the grimy pavement as he retched. Her immediate impression was that he was a drunken fool who wasn’t worth the waste of her time, but despite the thought, something kept Harriet’s feet rooted to the ground. Perhaps it was mistaken judgement or perhaps it was something far more intrinsic than that, but she decided to help him. Took him home, laid him on his couch, brushed his sweat-slicked hair from his forehead with a gentle hand, then bid him farewell with a glass of water and one last wondering glance. Somehow, Santino was able to track her down later on and demanded that she let him repay her for what she did—and strangely enough, she let him. Something about Santino tinges her tongue with the bitter taste of loss; sears her mind with the weighted question of whether or not her son would have wound up on a similar path of condemnation had his life not been cruelly ripped away. She seeks only an answer from Santino, but she might be in for a lot more than she bargained for.

MONA CHEN: Kindred spirit. Mona Chen is the last person she would have expected to befriend in the years following her son’s death. Before then, yes, Harriet would have been compelled to unravel the mysteries enshrouding the renowned Lady of Whispers—but now, the fire of her curiosity has been doused by the icy blades of mourning, and thus she should have avoided Mona at all costs. After all, her son’s precious life was ripped away at the hands of ruling figures such as Mona. But as much as it sometimes feels like a betrayal to that crucial missing piece of her heart, the sentiment only lessens with each day that she spends in Mona’s company. She’s a woman who keeps her cards close to her chest, but in turn, Harriet has no cards of her own—and perhaps that is why Mona’s let her in as much as she has. There is a lot that eludes her about the infamous woman, no matter how close they’ve grown over the years, but that speck of distance, while it may be significant to others, is of no consequence to Harriet. She shares a kinship with Mona that she hasn’t found with anyone else, and that’s all that matters to her.

Harriet is portrayed by JENNA TALACKOVA and was written by JEN. She is currently TAKEN by EMMA K.

#lsrpg #mob rp #crime rp #literate rp #established rp #neu #harriet d'angelo #w #tw #t

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fanfictrashdump · 3 years

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Queening a Pawn, 20

If you’re new: this is my procrastination fic. It is what I drabble around with when I’m being my worst self, and ignoring all my other WIPs and responsibilities! Enjoy!

Summary: During the Time Heist, Loki stole the Tesseract and escaped. He did not expect, however, to be pulled through a Time Loop that delivered him to a Midgard more than a decade older, wiser, and bitterer. Having just lived through his unsuccessful attack in New York, Loki must learn to live in Midgard after the defeat of Thanos (post-Endgame). The question is, who is Loki without a quest for a throne or total domination?

Pairings: Loki x OC

Warnings: language, suggestive content (I think nothing terrible), soft fluffiness, two idiots in love.

Loki awoke with a sharp inhale. Wild eyes hopped form place to place, taking in the moody lighting and dark woods of his own living quarters. He did not remember getting here. He certainly didn't walk, which meant that, more than likely, Banner had carried him to his room while he was unconscious. He didn't know whether or not he was OK with the idea, but the pounding in his head did not allow him to focus on the quandary. Atop the sheets, Delilah was kneeling beside him, her fingers gliding gently over the collection of scars marring his pale skin.

Despite the fact that he had awoke quite violently, she did not seem to have noticed him. Instead, she was intensely focused on prodding at the circular areas of shiny flesh. His chest felt heavy with sorrow that was not his own and a fear of the unknown prickling at his skull.

His long fingers closing around her own made her start, and she glanced up, cutting her eyes at him, instantly. A lazy smile tilted his mouth at the wide-eyed gaze. "Counting scars to see how many are new will not make you feel better, dove."

"You don't know. Maybe I'm a secret sadist."

"Oh, there is no secret about that, but I rather believe that you enjoy my pain more when it brings pleasure," he riposted without missing a beat. "I have the bite marks to prove it." Delilah did not respond. Instead, she stretched out alongside him and buried her face into the crook of his shoulder. Loki chuckled, turning his head just enough to press a kiss to her crown. "I do not die so easily, darling. Many have tried, none have succeeded."

"That's not true."

"The Titan did not kill me." He drew a finger beneath her chin to cast her eyes up to meet his. "I will always make it back to you, I swear. Even if just to die at your feet."

"Don't… don't say things like that," she mumbled, trying to blink away tears.

"Darling," he whispered, brushing her hair back away from her eyes. They were so terribly vulnerable and open and their emerald hue glinted with her tears. His heart, a part he had foolish thought dead for hundreds of years, twisted painfully. How could he keep her from feeling this way? "My purpose has never been to be safe. Even on Asgard, my well-being was unimportant in relation to the good of the realm. In some cases–"

"No."

When Loki glanced down, Delilah looked like she was livid and his eyebrows slowly rose in a surprise. "What do you mean?"

"Stop… stop talking like you don't matter."

"Love–"

Tears were streaming down her face at this point. "You fucking matter to me. If you died because you decided the greater good was more important than you I would raze the Earth in vengeance. Do you understand?"

Swallowing at the lump in his throat, he nodded.

"Say it."

"Say what, my Queen?"

"Say you're important," she demanded, heatedly. "I need to hear you say it. I know how easy it is for you to ignore what you don't acknowledge. So, say it."

"You know me far too well, I must say." Taking Delilah's hand in his, he raised it to his lips. He kissed her palm and sighed wearily, like a heavy load was set on his shoulders. "I am important, if to no one but you."

"Is that not enough?"

"On the contrary. I'll have to start taking care not to accidentally die. I'd never want you to be upset… or to raze the Earth for my sake." He continued pressing kisses to her palm, seeping in the warmth of her hand and taking solace in it. She was fiery, electric and obstinate. He adored it more than life itself. He coveted her protective nature more than he ever did a throne.

"Hey," she whispered, pulling away from the dungeon he built in his mind. "Where did you go just then? I'm sorry if I upset you."

He smiled "You could never. I just… find it hard to believe I've earned your protection and it throws me for a loop, as it were." With a groan, he sat up against the headboard, pulling her along with him. "I'll make you a promise. For as long as you wear that ring, I'll do everything in my power to come back to you. I can't guarantee I won't take stupid risks for the sake of what is right, but–"

"I'll take it." Delilah brushed his shaggy hair back, undoing knots with her fingers before grasping the dark tresses to pull him towards her. "I don't want to keep you from doing whatever it is you want. I just want you to make sure you spare a thought about whether or not you'd survive afterwards." As if remembering herself, she started. "Oh, one moment."

With another kiss, she hopped off the bed and out the door before he even had the sense to question her. The sound of the front door closing irked him enough to debate whether or not he could physically chase after her. He was Aesir and had improved healing over Midgardians, but that building had done a number on his form and every bone in his corporation ached. The door opened and closed once more before Delilah scurried into the bedroom.

She hopped back onto the bed with a giddy leap, crawling up to the head and sitting back on her heels. "So, between days six and eight of you being entirely MIA, I got antsy and sat down with Tony in his lab. I was going through some of your old files and noticed that we had data about the specific signature your magic leaves behind."

"That is interesting." It sounded like a question rather than a remark.

"That's not the point, Lo. The point is that since we could tell the specific signatures it left behind, maybe we could predict what the magic looks like. Then, if we could do that, the next logical step would be find a way to amplify it."

Loki bobbed his head side to side, weighing out the probabilities with a serious frown. "I suppose it's possible. How would you validate it?"

"Oh, we used Strange's signature as a base model. It worked well to predict his energy." Her expression brightened with the small smirk of pride blossoming at the left corner of his mouth.

"Very clever, indeed, but I am still unsure as to what it all means." For a moment, she fidgeted and the excitement that had been brimming within her a second ago is dimmed with nervousness. "Delilah?" He rarely uses her full name, so it has the desired effect of forcing her to look up, instead of her knotted hands.

"It's stupid…," she trailed off.

"That is invariably untrue. You were excited. Tell me… or perhaps show me is the appropriate request," he amended, seeing her hands twitch tighter around something.

Her fingers loosened fractionally, a golden chain tinkling through her fingers for him to see. He waited patiently for her to reveal her secrets.

"You don't really wear anything, so I didn't… I put it on a chain, but it can also clip onto your lapel or go around your wrist. It just needs to be on you somewhere."

Loki grinned excitedly, leaning forward. "Go on, show me."

With a reluctant groan, she gripped his wrist and deposited the object in his palm, immediately looking elsewhere as she burned red. Along the gold chain rested a golden ring, etched in simple geometric designs like a circuit board. It consisted of a longer circle, twisted and doubled upon itself. He could slip the two bands apart just the slightest bit to slide it onto a lapel or the chest plate of his armor. Small pin mechanisms belied the ability of pulling it apart and expanding what he now noticed were two twin snakes.

"I'm gonna go," Delilah irrupted, suddenly, flushed from head to toe and feeling awkward at his quiet contemplation. Loki pounced from bed, tackling her onto the floor before she had even made it to the bedroom threshold. Caged between his arms, he trailed kisses from her neck to her jaw until ending on her lips, giving a contented sigh when she responded in kind.

"How would you prefer me to wear it?" She shrugged, looking awkward again. He nipped at her pulse point in protest for the shift. "Certainly you had an initial design in mind." He hummed against her throat in thought. "You're practical, which is why you've added the chain. Easy to keep around, minimal effort in minding it. While on the lapel offers visual advantages, it would look out of place with the clothes I've been wearing as of late." An open-mouthed kissed burned the hollow of her throat. "And while you are all for practicality, you are also fiercely possessive. Don't bother, you know you are," he added in a haughty tone when she went to protest. "So, your initial design was for my hands–visible and apparent. The others were an afterthought."

Another nip, much more forceful landed on her collarbone and she bucked into him in surprise. He repeated the action with a growl, pressing into her. "A ring. It was a ring. I didn't want your wrist to get caught on anything, Jesus!" A moan cut through her defense. "You don't wear jewelry and I didn't want you to think I was being stupid and sentimental with a ring, so– oh god." Delilah shuddered against him as Loki hitched one of her legs over his hip.

"I love stupid and sentimental," he husked. "Our whole relationship can be described as stupid and sentimental." He pressed a kiss behind her ear. "You're going to put that ring on me and then I'm going to take you like I almost died on what should have been an easy mission. Yes?" Delilah barely nodded before Loki eased off, pulling them up to sit beside each other. With shaking hands, she freed ring from chain and slipped it over his finger. With a wicked grin, he swooped down and threw her over his shoulder, gracefully slipping onto his feet and towards the bathroom. There was a warm bath with both their names on it.

#Loki #Loki MCU #Loki (Marvel)#MCU fanfiction #MCU fanfic #MCU #alternate timeline #fix it #time heist Loki x OC #Loki x ofc #Queening a pawn #not Loki show compliant

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ladyworldbreaker-blog · 7 years

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Failure / One Shot

Grief was a multifaceted prism through which the very fabric of the world distorted. Where once the ground was solid, sure, now it was a maze of cracks and chasms and razor-sharp rocks. In the moments after his death, that beautifully corporeal body turned to swirling mist that clung to deep green glass and crept around her ankles, then obliterated by a blinding streak of sunlight, Delilah could have sworn she’d suddenly been struck deaf.

The chaos of battle faded to a dull roar, and only the sound of her own agonized screams pierced through the fog. Sheer force of will kept her on her feet, drove her forward. Always forward. To acknowledge the past was to acknowledge failure.

There could be no failure.

So keen was her focus on the task set before them, the deal they had made, all pretense had faded. Now Delilah wanted one thing, and one thing alone. Perhaps, if she fulfilled the promise made all those years ago, if she was lucky, The Whispered One would help again. Would give her back her beloved. For her, it had never been about what paltry promises of power and riches any entity seeking true dominion offered. All she had ever wanted was to be at the side of her one love, to have him beside her. Power was all well and good, but what did it matter if she was alone?

Never again.

Then catastrophe struck. It had, indeed, been too soon. The veil wasn’t thin enough, he wasn’t strong enough, something. All their hard work, sacrifice, hours and days and years lost to this nightmare, for nothing. She had nothing now. The blackness of unconsciousness was a blessing in disguise, wickedly ripped from her and filled with the reality of agony, both physical and emotional. Cold eyes stared down at her bound form, his ragged voice making threats she dared him to keep.

And keep them he did.

Watching as Sylas died yet again, his screams wracking her ears and slicing through her brain were a fresh hell she had no desire to see again. Where before she had been weighed down by crippling guilt, grief, and a sadness she was sure would never leave her bones, now it was nothing but pure, black hatred. Oh yes, Percy would suffer like he never dreamed. He thought his last five years were hard? They would be a walk in the park in comparison to what Delilah Briarwood would rain down on him.

Even as the point of the rapier drove through the center of her chest, her thoughts were filled with thoughts of bloody, gratuitous vengeance. As the darkness flickered over her vision, fading away to absolute peace and stillness, her second to last conscious thought was of destroying Percival. Her final thought was reserved for Sylas, the sensation of his cupped palm against her cheek. Jewel-green eyes flickered and slipped closed, her soul reaching out for the caress of her beloved who waited.

There. She could feel him, here in the nether. An unsteady flame, a silent beacon she was drawn unerringly towards. Delilah moved towards it, and just as her slim, ethereal fingers reached out for him…

She was yanked violently away. Pain she had never imagined coursed through her form, every nerve and cell alight. If she’d had a voice, she knew she would have screamed it raw within seconds. How long it lasted, she had no way of knowing, but as suddenly as it started, it stopped. She seemed to hover, surrounded by darkness and cold and…nothingness. Her isolation was so complete, she felt her heart clench in terror. From all around her, seemingly a

part of the black, a deep voice filled her mind. It reverberated against her, pressing down with impossible pressure, a coarse sound that raked across her nerves.

“You disappoint me, Delilah. I thought my instructions had been clear.”

#delilah briarwood #sylas briarwood #whitestone #one shot

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dancer4813 · 7 years

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chaos is calling

the living and the dead (are one in the same)

In the aftermath of their battle at the ziggurat, Percy feels the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Spoilers for Episode 100

[ao3] [Cassandra]

He sees her disappear and his heart feels like it’s ripped from his chest with the intensity of his fury. He fires with the pistol in his hand and the hammer seizes before the bullet fires, sending hot lines of pain up his arm directly to his brain.

Through the haze he whips out Bad News, but the rifle clicks, and tendrils of smoke unfurl from the gun, the black wisps bringing back memories of a silky voice in his head, of a beak-like face and the feeling of vengeance-

Percy pulls out Retort and a bullet flies true, hitting the sphere…

And disappears. Without a sound, without an impact, without fanfare.

As his hands start shaking, his knees give way beneath him.

Percy’s lungs feel as though he hasn’t breathed in hours, the way they are trying to suck in and push out the musky air around the ziggurat. His mind is working faster than it ever has, but is comprehending slower than usual, and even though he tries to make sense of things, tries to fix his guns (he picks up Animus and taps sharply on the bottom, the side, pulls the trigger, the actions routine, but it sticks and he knows he needs tools, needs a workshop, to fix Bad News espe-), tries to sort out the feelings in his head, he finds everything coalescing to a dull roar of sound that builds and builds and builds and-

There’s a hand on his shoulder.

Through the haze of Deliliah and Fix it and Vengeance and You were DEAD echoing through his mind, Vex’s face comes, breaking apart his thoughts with the concern in her eyes. Her other hand comes up to cup his cheek and he knows it’s her because of the fingers, calloused from the string of a bow and so familiar (more than he would ever dare to imagine).

“You need to breathe, Percy darling,” she says, and he wants to say that he is breathing, that he’s perfectly fine, but the hand on his face moves to his chest, pushing gently, and he realizes just how fast everything is moving and he tries to slow down, the air catching in his lungs.

“That’s it, that’s it,” she encourages, and with another couple shuddering breaths the fog starts to clear from his mind and he hears the dull roar of the others discussing what to do next behind him.

“She’s back,” he gasps as soon as he has enough breath to, and Delilah’s broken body, stabbed and held against the wall by his sister, flashes through his mind – blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her arm missing.

“I know,” Vex says, and it’s then that he remembers her near death at the ziggurat beneath Whitestone and he finds himself grabbing at her wrist, needing to feel her pulse despite her sitting right in front of him.

(Luckily she lets him more-or-less pull her onto his lap, so he can bury his face in her braid.

He remembers her lifeless body carried gingerly by Grog out of the anti-magic field, the desperation when the potions and healing spells didn’t take hold…

But she’s here and alive and dear gods they’ve got a lot of work to do now.)

Percy counts to ten, telling himself to relax as he feels his breathing finally start to slow down, and when he reaches the end of his count he forces his arms to let go, pulling back as he does so.

“Better?” Vex asks, and he nods (even though it isn’t exactly true), knowing that he can’t just sit around and let the others figure things out. This is his past coming back into play yet again. First the Briarwoods, then Ripley after he’d let her escape, and now Delilah, after he’d watched her body dissolve in a pool of acid.

Percy really hated magic sometimes. And would-be gods.

They spoke with her henchman about the portal, learning of the stones they needed to pass through safely, unless they wanted to run the risk of the harm it could do them.

(Percy wasn’t sure about the rest of Vox Machina, but he found himself much more worried about what they would need to deal with on the other side of that gate than he was about getting through it.)

He also has Vex’s promise to the Raven Queen running through his head non-stop, and if that wasn’t enough, they take a vote and decide they’re tapped out enough that Scanlan should re-cast the mansion, saving their plans for the next morning and leaving Percy with nowhere to spend his excess energy.

So he goes to bed with Vex after an unsatisfactory dinner and lays in bed until she falls asleep, then slips away. There’s no need to worry her more, not when she has her own demons to worry about, and he creeps out of the room, glad that Trinket is in the Raven’s Slumber so he doesn’t need to avoid waking the bear.

He wanders through the mansion, reacquainting himself with the eerily-familiar halls and taking note of the new changes – generally a subtler décor, a more fully equipped music room, and fewer mirrors scattered throughout.

The silence in the mansion isn’t malevolent, but it is unnerving, especially since the arcane nature of the mansion’s walls mean that while the enchanted windows show perfectly normal night skies, none of the house creaks in the wind or at someone’s footsteps. There are no places where the walls are too thin unless Scanlan plans them that way, and while some of the walls seem to be wooden, and others stone, there’s no difference to the sound they make when you tap your knuckles against them.

It’s like the perfect version of anyone’s house. No defects, no shoddy construction, and certainly none of the quirks that come with a home built from scratch.

At least, Percy thinks, finally deciding that he might as well get some work done instead of simply walking the halls, despite its faults, it has some very nice bathrooms.

Percy retrieves his black powder carefully, glad to see that Vex still seems to be sleeping camly, and goes to the workshop that Scanlan has always created for him, but his mind is so busy that he doesn’t realize the door is already partly ajar until he pushes it open to see Tary at the work bench, head in his hands. Doty was at the side of the worktable, but he was leaning against the wall, eyes dark, the plates on his chest caved in from the force of the spells that had struck him down.

Percy felt himself freeze as Tary looked up, eyes wide. Neither of them had expected company, and while they had spent the better part of the last year sharing workshop space…

“Oh- hello, Percival,” Tary says, straightening up and trying to appear as though he hasn’t been worried.

“Hello, Tary,” Percy replies, trying to muster a smile, though it feels like more of a grimace. “Are you working on something?”

Tary pulls back from the table, revealing a pristine work surface. “Not exactly,” he murmurs, running his fingers through long flaxen hair. “I didn’t realize I would be able to tinker on the go – I left nearly all of my supplies in Vex’s mansion, packed in my bags. I would fix Doty, but…”

His voice trails off, and Percy understands the pained look on his face before he drops his gaze to the floor.

“Well, I was just going to make some bullets,” he offers, “if you’re interested in helping?”

He would be a hypocrite if he criticized Tary’s lack of sleep, and as he had learned it was always good to have an extra pair of hands. Those hands used to be Keyleth’s, but since she’d been spending so much time in Zephra with her people, Percy had shown Tary what needed to be done one lazy afternoon in the workshop, and Tary, intelligent as he was, caught on quickly.

“If you need my help.”

“I always appreciate your help,” Percy says in lieu of an answer, and in an unfamiliar workshop after a harrowing battle, approaching what might be the biggest fight of their lives, it’s enough.

In silence they get out the black powder and the molds, and Tary starts the forge going. The heat suffuses the room, and Tary seems to relax as they get into a rhythm of melt, pour, release, melt, pour, release.

They refill the melting pot twice and cast a little over 30 bullets in all. Then they get to trim the excess casing from them, smoothing the edges so the bullets don’t get stuck in the chambers of his guns and fly true to strike their adversaries.

After meticulously examining five of the bullets they’ve made together, his mind starting to calm, his rational self having taken over in the presence of labor, Percy wipes a trickle of sweat out of his eye and looks over at Tary. The blond, who is staring at one of the bullets as if it has the answers to the universe, doesn’t look over when he clears his throat, and doesn’t even react until Percy sets a gentle hand on his shoulder, making him jump.

“Copper for your thoughts?”

Tary bites his lip, his gaze locking with Percy’s, then it falls back down to the bullet in his hands as he shrugs Percy’s hand off and sets the bullet aside.

“Who was she, the dark-haired woman?”

Percy blinks, and his hand, still outstretched toward Tary, sinks. They had given Tary the basic details of Whitestone’s takeover, but never the full story.

“Delilah Briarwood,” Percy replies evenly, torn between wanting to keep watching Tary and wanting to go back to the bullets to keep his hands busy. “She and her husband killed my family.”

“They took over Whitestone?”

“They did.”

“And now they’re back?”

“Delilah seems to be,” Percy says, and nope, fuck it, he needs something to do.

The scritch-scratch of metal against metal fills the room again.

“Not her husband?” Tary asks after a moment, taking another bullet.

“We killed him. Well, both of them,” Percy murmurs, brushing away the metal shavings left on the bullet and examining its curves. “I honestly didn’t expect either to come back, but I suppose I should stop having such low expectations of the universe’s desire to fuck with my life.”

It comes out more biting than he wanted it to, but Tary just nods and drops his first bullet into the pot of newly-finished ones.

“And she’s back to kill you?” Tary asks.

“Kill the world, more likely,” Percy replies, and his stomach turns as he feels a strong urge to throw the bowl of bullets to the ground and send them scattering, like ants underfoot. “You know Vex has been studying Vecna, yes?”

“She mentioned the name once or twice – was he her husband?”

Percy actually laughs at that, though it feels wrenched out of him like an arrow from a wound.

“No,” he gasps, getting his breath back. “Not quite. Her husband, Sylas, was a vampire whom Vecna brought back to life. Vecna, on the other hand….”

“Not a good guy?” Tary volunteers.

“Not a good guy,” Percy affirms, “He’s a lich who tried to ascend to godhood ages ago. Informally the god of secrets, and is also known as The Whispered One to his followers.

When Tary doesn’t ask anything else, Percy takes a deep breath, the smell of black powder filling his nostrils, and goes back to the bullets.

They work in relative silence for a while, until there’s only a bullet apiece left to grind the stub of the mold away from.

“Vex showed me the ziggurat under Whitestone,” Tary murmurs. “She said that I ‘should know there’s a potentially deadly calamity underneath the city’.”

“Vex always has been the clever one.”

“I don’t know, you’re pretty clever,” Tary says, and then he recoils slightly, blushing.

Percy smiles at the unintentional flirting.

“I’m going to say what I said earlier – I’ll take the compliment.”

Tary chuckles half-heartedly, but Percy can see that the man has a complicated look on his face, much like Percy imagines his own mind to be – an amalgam of emotions that, in his current state of mind, he’s not able to sort out.

“Could you tell me what happened?”

It’s certainly more vague a question than Percy had anticipated, but he thinks he knows what Tary’s getting at.

“Do you want it from the beginning? It’s not a happy story,” Percy warns, and while part of him is wary to recount the tale, he distantly wonders if going through the tale again might help him pick up on a detail he’d missed, or understand something that they might have glossed over in the moment.

“Since coming out into the world I’ve learned that not all stories have happy endings,” Tary says, chuckling.

“It’s a sad but real truth,” Percy agrees. “But if you’re sure…”

Tary nods, and Percy takes a deep breath before beginning.

He tells the story, from the Briarwoods fleeing Wildmount and running to Whitestone to their overtaking the city and laying low for many years. He speaks briefly to his own escape, and then jumps to when he had first heard their names after so long – just after Vox Machina had returned from the Underdark. He tells about their return, and how Vox Machina helped him take back his city, and he explains the ritual (or what he had seen of it) that Delilah performed at the top of the ziggurat under Whitestone.

(And Percy’s never had this before – someone who will listen who knows him, knows some of where he’s coming from, but who hasn’t lived those experiences with him – and he feels an ache in his chest knowing that Tary has set his heart on returning to Wildmount as soon as possible.)

Pressing on, he explains in detail, the images imprinted on his mind, Sylas and Delilah’s deaths, though he tries to leave Orthax’s involvement out of that as much as possible. He finishes with Cassandra’s death blow to Delilah and the subsequent throwing of the necromancer in acid.

He looks up at Tary just in time to catch a distinctly green tinge to the man’s cheeks, and his lips turn up in a smirk at the thought, May you never change, Tary.

“And that’s the story?” Tary asks, swallowing, the glimpse of nausea fading.

“That’s it.”

“You know, I always had ‘defeat an evil wizard’ on my list,” he hums with a wry smile. “But it seems like you’ve all done that already. How many things have you done that I’ve been waiting my whole life to do?”

“Probably everything on your list and then some,” Percy admits, “Though I’m still not sure about the ‘rescuing a damsel’. The stories really are wrong about how often there are any damsels.”

“Mmhmmmm…”

“Is there something else on your mind?”

Tary’s mouth twists into a frown, eyes narrowing as he thinks.

“You said the Briarwoods hailed from Wildmount, once upon a time?”

“Yes – do you know where they might have come from?”

“Not where, exactly, but I do remember there being a bit of uproar six or seven years ago, in the north. There were rumors, never anything concrete, but people started to go missing, and my mother always wanted eyes on us if at all possible, despite my being of age at the time. There was some political upheaval, I remember that, and Maryanne was constantly talking about her friends who lived up there – she said-“

He frowns again, tapping the side of his temple as if it will push the memories into his head.

“What she learned from them, was that one city in particular seemed to be drawing people in, only for them to disappear. I never heard specific names – honestly, I wasn’t very interested at the time, too involved in my fantasies as I was.” Tary gives chuckles again, and shrugs. “I know it’s not much to go on…”

“No, no, it’s something,” Percy argues, taking out his notebook from his bag and flipping to a clean page to draft a quick outline of the known lands of Exandria. Wildmount to the Northeast, Tal’dorei taking up the middle, Issylra to the Northwest, and even, further west, though slightly more south, Marquet.

It’s a sad excuse for a map, he knows, and he imagines Tyriok, the mapmaker, looking at it disdainfully before he quickly jots down the locations of the two ziggurats they’ve been to, in Whitestone and about a days’ walk north of Ank’harel.

“You said it was in the far north of Wildmount?” he asks Tary, who nods.

“Yes, though I’m not sure where. At least a couple days north of Deastok, though still in the Dwendalian Empire.”

Percy makes a dotted circle around the northern half of the continent, not knowing its geography well enough to have a decent bead on where a former temple to Ioun might be…

“There’s one in Vasselheim,” he realizes, glancing over the blank areas on his map.

“There’s a what?”

“A ziggurat,” Percy says, and he wonders why he hadn’t seen it before. Osysa had come from behind one in the temple of Ioun, when they had received their brands from the Slayer’s Take.

“In Vasselheim?” Tary asks, and Percy nods frantically, already marking its rough location.

“There’s one on every continent,” Percy notes, but as soon as he’s said it he feels a swooping sense of dread. “But what if there’s more?”

“More?”

“There’s already three that we know of that have siphons,” Percy points out, and he sets his pencil down as he feels his hands start to tremble. “How many more might they have turned? How many-“

He cuts himself off, realizing the sheer scope of the task before them, and suddenly he feels like he might gag on the sheer enormity of the task set out for them. Ziggurats all over the world, travel to another plane as Vex and Pike had seen… This was so much bigger than just Whitestone. He’d heard the answers to Pike’s questions from the dead man’s lips, he’d known since their first encounter with the ziggurat in Whitestone that Vecna was trying to return through the Briarwoods, but to see, tangibly, laid out before him, the scope of the Vecna’s plans?

“Percy? Percy, look at me,” Tary says, and Percy does so, though it hardly feels as though he’s inhabiting his own body in that moment.

“Percy?”

“We were nothing to them,” Percy mutters, instead of the hesitant placation that had been on his lips, an incredulous sort of chuckle pulled from his lungs as he shakes his head. “Nothing.”

“To who? To whom? The Briarwoods? Percy, you’re starting to scare me-“

“You should be scared,” Percy says, and he remembers Tary when they first met him, shying away from anything and everything. “And… all of us, all of them, have just been some stepping stones on their way up, no more than irritating pebbles in their boots.”

“Percy-“

Tary’s voice seems to get stuck in his throat, and Percy understand that, wants to be empathetic, but then Tary’s hand presses down on his shoulder and its grounding, it’s solid, and even if it’s not quite enough to steady him entirely, he takes a breath.

“My whole family, Tary, my whole city. We were pawns to them, plebeians that they didn’t mind crushing under their boots. We were nothing in their eyes, less than nothing. They walked over us like leaves on the ground and even when we try to get rid of them they come back. We are nothing.”

Percy chokes on his last sentence, laughing again, and almost unconsciously grabs at Tary’s arm to keep himself steady. He’s always considered himself nihilistic, but this is something more, something new, in the wake of a lifetime of life and fate sticking up their middle finger in his face. “They just breezed through, and when they had left their mark they breezed away and kept going – they’re like cockroaches. They just never-“

“Stop.”

Tary’s interruption comes with a light slap to the face and Percy blinks hard, the surface pain working its way through his skull to join the headache he seems to have grown in the back of his head without him knowing it.

“I’m not going to hear you self-depreciate like that,” Tary says, and Percy blinks again, his vision clarifying on the man who is older than him, but looks younger, and who, at one point, seemed so naïve to the world around him. “Alright? Can you do that?”

“I- I can-“

He wants to lie, wants to say he’ll be fine, that he’s just had a long day, they all have…

“I can try,” his mouth says instead, and Tary’s eyes sparkle at that, his frown softening.

“I know something about hating yourself, let me tell you,” Tary says. “And I know it sucks, and I know it’s a loud voice in your head, but you especially have helped me move beyond that, right?”

He nods encouragingly, and Percy copies the gesture, head bobbing slightly. His guns, the destruction they caused, the victories they’d won… It all seemed to pale for a moment in comparison to what was looming on the horizon.

“Now, I’m headed home soon.”

Percy hums in agreement, and the dull ache in his chest sharpens slightly.

“And you know my reasons, but you all? You understand saving the world. You’ve got years of experience and practice that I could only dream of. I know you all don’t want to say it, but you are all so talented and so powerful…”

Percy scoffs before he can help himself, and it earns him a glare from Tary.

“Again, I know you don’t want to believe it, but you are,” he says, shaking Percy’s shoulders slightly for emphasis. “Can you understand that? That you’ve all done good and you’re going to do it again?”

“Maybe?” Percy says, because he really doesn’t know, and he feels like the whole world is going to crash down on him for a moment-

“Hey, stop that.”

Percy’s vision refocuses on the man in front of him, expensive armor dented and hair looking slightly windswept despite having been under a helmet all day.

“I’m going to tell you what you should do, okay?” Tary offers, and Percy nods, letting himself take a deep breath.

“Excellent. You are going to go to the kitchen with me and get some calming tea, alright? And then we’re going to get you back to bed with Vex and you’re going to sleep until morning, when we can do something about things, alright?”

Percy opens his mouth to refuse, but he finds himself nodding yet again. He feels wrung out and almost like he’s drowning under the weight of everything that needs to be done, everything that they’re going to do. Perhaps sleep will help.

“Sounds like a plan,” Tary says with a grim smile, and a pat on the back as he stands up. “Now, do you know the way back to the kitchen, or should we call for a servant to show us the way?”

“I’ve got it,” Percy says, because he does know, and it’s something to do.

And as his feet carry him up the stairs and down the hallway, Tary’s footsteps echoing behind his own in the silence of the magical mansion, Percy takes a deep breath, pushing himself forward.

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Date: March 3rd

Time: Midnight

Location: The Dark Lady

Triggers: Violence, blood, gun violence, death

It was presented like the birth of Aphrodite—a thing to covet, to desire, to guard with life and limb. A material god, constructed to coax out the avarice of even the holiest of saints. The spotlight shone on the black leather of the suitcase, but what caught the eye were the contents that caused the light to dance about the stage. Coins, antiques, priceless rarities that were all tied to the the suitcase in name and memory. There were rumors about where it came from, but the more one listened, the more one noticed a consistent pattern. Though it was stolen from one place, reappearing in another, it was always tied to Russia. But the Capulets had no contacts there, and the Montagues would’ve made their involvement known, so then who could this mysterious donor be? Names were whispered in the dark, murmured into the ears of men and women whose pockets were as deep as the oceans that covered the world. But they all hesitated before placing their bid, the question rolling through the crowd like an uneasy wave. Who was the donor? Who? Who?

Such priceless things were not meant to be tied to anonymity. Did the Devil steal a soul and not leave his calling card? Was this donor more conniving than Lucifer?

Oh, miei bambini, if only you knew.

The golden suitcase was presented second to last, the guards around it shifting about restlessly—like a dog might do before the tremors of an earthquake. They shook their arms out, turned their heads this way and that, every crow of laughter a reason for them to cringe or flinch. But for all their wariness, they would never be able to reconcile how they let their guard slip enough for the devil to move within their ranks, working his dastardly deeds. Then again, would it really be Verona if everything went as expected? The series of events happened like clockwork—like dominoes, their movements as seamless and practiced as if Father Time himself had bowed his head to them to allow their work to take place.

It began with a man whose smile did not quite meet his eyes; if only one were to look long enough and see the duplicity that lingered there. He cavorted with a wild-haired Capulet, her smile a bit sadder than it had once been but there all the same. At her side was Cosimo himself, who looked at the proceedings with the boredom of a king whose kingdom was no longer at war—oh, the price of peace.

There if you looked to the right of stage, there was the woman, the harbinger, the scorn. She called herself the hand of justice—but should such a hand really be so bloody? Hand-in-hand she walked with the lamb, taking it to the slaughter with a joyous smile on her face, eyes alight with an ecstasy that was often reserved for when a worshiper partakes in something holy.

Look to the left and watch the angel of death wield its quiet weapon, sniper rifle as their glaive, eyes barren save for the reminiscent sadness that hid in dark hues. The guards dropped atop the stage, as if they fainted—one, after the other, after the other, too quick any one of them to notice before they themselves fall and too quiet to be called brutal. But fainting is not followed by blood pooling upon the ground, painting the stage in a rather morbid picture of fallen soldiers who were picked off by a sweet-singing Valkyrie. The crowd takes notice slowly then all at once, a sheet of silence falling over them as if choreographed.

Turn to center stage and watch the director of it all step into the light, his ever-present assistant at his side. She watches the bodies fall with an unwavering gaze, as if she has seen worse and still has yet to see even more terrible deeds wrought. While he, the rival king, Verona’s newest puppeteer, takes his place in the spotlight, closing the suitcase carefully so that all might gaze upon him. Why stare at the cause of greed, when greed himself, personified in the flesh, was there for all to see?

“Patrons,” Faron Vasiliev says, hands behind his back as he looks around at the silenced revellers. “May I welcome you all to my Dark Lady—The Dark Lady.”

All teeth, all grin, and all the ravenousness that screams devour me—I dare you. Akin to a wolf as it corners its prey, he smiles.

“Now, I believe it’s time for proper introductions. My name is Faron Vasiliev -- “ a scream of horror, quickly followed by the familiar sound of someone choking on their own blood “ -- and THESE ARE THE SPADES.”

In the few moments of Faron’s introduction RAFAELLA CAPULET had fallen to the ground dead. Her drink had been poisoned and no one had known but MAEVE PETRE. The Capulet soldier had been about to cry out a warning, but before she could TRINITY CRUYSSEN had slit her throat. The police chief had not wanted her boss’ introduction to Verona to be warned by a squawking little duck.

COSIMO CAPULET held Rafaella’s corpse and had tried to drag her away. To leave one of their own would be disrespectful as well as embarrassing to the Capulet name. He ordered PRIAM TARAVELLA and TIBERIUS CAPULET to drag her body away. Once they are relieved of her body by some shocked soldiers they return to the fray.

While this is occurring JULIANA CAPULET goes to try and get Maeve’s body to be taken away as well. However, standing over it is BORIS KOVROV. He’s cleaning up Trinity’s dirty work, but doesn’t mind scaring the little Capulet child either. When TIBERIUS comes back, he sees Boris bullying his cousin and the two exchange blows.

ROMAN MONTAGUE notes that this is not his quarrel and grabs MARCELO ROSSO so they can grab as many Montagues as they can and organize a retreat. However, MIKAEL FALCO notes that the two are about to flee and doesn’t see why only the Capulets should suffer. He tries to stop them from leaving with the aid of EVERETT CRAVEN.

HECTOR SAWIRIS, seeing ROMAN and MARCELO fighting against the CAPULETS, drags ROMAN away at MARCELO’S request, then sends his boss away. The Montagues do not need their only king to fall.

LUCRECIA FALCO goes to retrieve Maeve’s body, but is stopped by GRACE DALY who is wearing a vindictive smile. Grace calls for her sister, REGINA DALY, to come to her side and the two gang up on Lucrecia.

Blood is now being spilled by BORIS and TIBERIUS, so ALVA GWON and DELILAH VOGEL try to tear them apart. The two end up being hurt in the process, but are successful in stopping the fight from ending in a fatality.

However, MATTHIAS WARREN misreads the situation and thinks that ALVA is the one who hurt DELILAH. Matthias begins to exact his vengeance and is stopped by BRIELLE KING. She sends both MATTHIAS and DELILAH off, then begins to help ALVA.

ALEXANDER RALLIS has been searching for Roman and Marcelo, but to no avail. Instead, he finds himself face-to-face with PAVEL LAM and thinks him a foe, since the hired gun has been happily watching everything unfold. ALEXANDER attacks PAVEL and the two go at it, the assassin more than eager for some chaos of his own.

This whole time VIVIANNE SLOANE has been searching for her son, CYRUS SLOANE, in the crowd. However, she is stopped by CLARK GODREJ, who takes the opportunity to stab her in the midst of the chaos.

CLARK then joins GIYA GODREJ. HALCYON SANTOS had been watching the whole time, but was unable to help her dearest friend. She takes a gun and aims it at CLARK, but is shoved at the last minute and hits GIYA instead.

CYRUS SLOANE hears the gunshot and turns to see his mother has been stabbed. He shoves through the crowd, but is stopped by LAWRENCE VERNON, who is more than willing to see the other underboss die. CYRUS and LAWRENCE begin to fight. However, BUNNY DU PONT sees her friend being attacked and, in desperation, grabs a knife and stabs Lawrence in the side before running away with CYRUS.

The chaos begins to reach a high-point and ODESSA VERNON still has not found her brother. She begins to grow frantic in her search and runs into HUGO KIM who helps her. The two stumble into ORPHEUS AHULANI, who, surprisingly, steps aside to allow them to go on their way.

However, ORION MASSETTI spots ORPHEUS’ moment of weakness and goes to let the other know of the leverage he now has. PANDORA RHEE steps in with her gun in hand, her heart set on eliminating the threats before they become one. She raises her gun to shoot ORION, when ORPHEUS grabs her and the two begin to fight.

ORION slips away only to run into HIRAN GODREJ. ORION and HIRAN begin to fight -- and just when ORION is about to be beaten, he lets it slip that he saw GIYA’S corpse. HECTOR SAWIRIS finds HIRAN and ORION at this moment, then helps HIRAN knock ORION out.

CATHERINE DALY finds her sisters fighting against LUCRECIA and tries to help the outnumbered woman, while trying to calm her sisters. But to no avail. CATHERINE and LUCRECIA incapacitate GRACE and REGINA, then drag Maeve’s body away from the fight.

VALENTINA GALLO was perhaps the most unfortunate of them all. She stumbled into LILLIAN WEN and, in a rush of adrenaline, began to fight the woman. The two begin to go at it, but LILLIAN was much less willing to fight than the other.

Upon seeing this CALINA SOKOLOVA steps in, stopping the fight before LILLIAN suffered too many bruises. She holds a knife to VALENTINA’S back and drags her to FARON VASILIEV. He grabs a gun and shoots it off once before pointing it back to Valentina’s head. SANTINO runs to join them, stopping before getting too close and begs on his hands and knees for his sister’s life to be spared. HUGO joins the soldier and entreats Faron to stop the bloodshed before it drowns the city.

The chaos stills, for the King of Chaos himself is now speaking. His eyes scan the room, pausing each time he encounters a still body in the river of blood. They’re easy to pick out—scattered and tossed about the room, trampled on and desecrated, save for the bodies that were held by their loved ones.

Faron turns to his advisor, brow raising. “How many do we have dead? One? Two?” She does not answer his question, knowing that he has the answer to it in his mind already. “I believe that I counted three. Rafaella Capulet, Giya Godrej, and Maeve Petre. All prominent names within their own respected groups, am I correct?”

Slowly, he cocked the trigger back. “Shall we make it an even number? Unless Vivianne Sloane can be added to the count already.” At this, Trinity gave a quiet chuckle, her hands somehow immaculate despite how much blood she had spilled. Next to her stood Boris, who smiled quietly in response. Alva and Brielle stood beside him, the former looking blank and hollow, the latter appearing almost rueful if it were not for the steel in her spine.

Calina spoke up, her quiet voice carrying throughout the room. “We should let her go, Faron. As a sign of our good will.”

Whatever good will there was left to salvage from the carnage of the red-painted room.

Valentina darted away as she as she felt the gun’s pressure leave her temple. She was quickly grabbed by a beaten Marcelo, who placed themself between her and Faron’s line of sight. The king of the Spades, however, seemed to have lost interest with the woman as soon as she was gone. No, did they not see by now that he had his sights set upon bigger and better things than a lowly soldier? He walked about the stage, like an actor, commanding the attention of the audience.

“It looks to me, Cosimo,” Faron began, “that you are in need of an advisor—and perhaps, even, an underboss.” At that point, a low growl came from the back of the room where Vivianne found herself revived to consciousness by Halcyon. “Or perhaps not an underboss,” Faron conceded. “But an advisor is of the utmost importance, is it not? They encourage you to make daring decisions, guide you onto a path that’s meant to profit us all.”

The Capulet boss remains quiet, his face unreadable, save for the flush that besets his features. Not even the king can hide his shock at the uncalled-for carnage that lay beneath his seat on the throne.

“So, here is my proposal. I work as your advisor, while you, my friend, profit from the debauchery that my business entails. Capisce?”

Long live the king...long live the kings…

Cosimo stands, smooths the blood-speckled jacket of his suit and nods. “Capisce.”

OVERVIEW: Ah, my dear Veronans, now we truly begin our Act II. As noted, the dead are GIYA GODREJ, MAEVE PETRE, and RAFAELLA CAPULET. While VIVIANNE SLOANE is being treated for her critical wounds in the hospital. In summary, Faron Vasiliev is now the “advisor” to the Capulets—his Spades remaining a subgroup within their ranks. Of course, they’re to be ostracized and more or less remain separate from the Capulets. They mainly act as Faron’s own, personal team and their first loyalty is to him. Cosimo knows this, but keep your friends close and your enemies closer, yes? He is keeping them housed with the Capulets in the hopes that the Capulets will be able to glean information from the Spades. To the public, it merely seems as though the Capulets have gone into the drug business with the Spades. Everyone is speculating that the Montagues will be run out of business with Ace and Fairy’s Blood taking over the streets, not to mention the Capulets and Spades now outnumbering the Montagues in heads and territory.

OOC: As always, you are encouraged to play out these interactions on the dash or in a chatzy. If you hold these interactions in a chatzy, please post it on the dash so we may all be a part of the excitement. Play out your character’s injuries and recuperation. All interactions may occur between the dates of MARCH 4TH to MARCH 25TH. We hope you have enjoyed ACT II thus far and cannot wait to reign down more agony on you all. As always, feel free to ask us questions.

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📖 Bible Verses for Love and Relationships 💗👫 A collection of many Love and Relationships scripture verses. Colossians 3:18-19 Wives, be subject to your husbands, as is fitting in the Lord. Husbands, love your wives and do not be embittered against them. Genesis 2:24 Verse Concepts For this reason a man shall leave his father and his mother, and be joined to his wife; and they shall become one flesh. Deuteronomy 24:5 Verse Concepts "When a man takes a new wife, he shall not go out with the army nor be charged with any duty; he shall be free at home one year and shall give happiness to his wife whom he has taken. Proverbs 5:18-20 Let your fountain be blessed, And rejoice in the wife of your youth. As a loving hind and a graceful doe, Let her breasts satisfy you at all times; Be exhilarated always with her love. For why should you, my son, be exhilarated with an adulteress And embrace the bosom of a foreigner? Ephesians 5:22 Verse Concepts Wives, be subject to your own husbands, as to the Lord. 1 Peter 3:7 Verse Concepts You husbands in the same way, live with your wives in an understanding way, as with someone weaker, since she is a woman; and show her honor as a fellow heir of the grace of life, so that your prayers will not be hindered. Isaiah 54:5 Verse Concepts "For your husband is your Maker, Whose name is the LORD of hosts; And your Redeemer is the Holy One of Israel, Who is called the God of all the earth. Ephesians 5:25-27 Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself up for her, so that He might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word, that He might present to Himself the church in all her glory, having no spot or wrinkle or any such thing; but that she would be holy and blameless. Isaiah 62:5 Verse Concepts For as a young man marries a virgin, So your sons will marry you; And as the bridegroom rejoices over the bride, So your God will rejoice over you. Jeremiah 3:14 Verse Concepts 'Return, O faithless sons,' declares the LORD; 'For I am a master to you, And I will take you one from a city and two from a family, And I will bring you to Zion.' Ezekiel 16:8 Verse Concepts "Then I passed by you and saw you, and behold, you were at the time for love; so I spread My skirt over you and covered your nakedness I also swore to you and entered into a covenant with you so that you became Mine," declares the Lord GOD. Hosea 2:19 Verse Concepts "I will betroth you to Me forever; Yes, I will betroth you to Me in righteousness and in justice, In lovingkindness and in compassion, 2 Corinthians 11:2 Verse Concepts For I am jealous for you with a godly jealousy; for I betrothed you to one husband, so that to Christ I might present you as a pure virgin. Revelation 19:7 "Let us rejoice and be glad and give the glory to Him, for the marriage of the Lamb has come and His bride has made herself ready." Genesis 29:20 So Jacob served seven years for Rachel and they seemed to him but a few days because of his love for her. Proverbs 6:34-35 For jealousy enrages a man, And he will not spare in the day of vengeance. He will not accept any ransom, Nor will he be satisfied though you give many gifts. Genesis 24:67 Then Isaac brought her into his mother Sarah's tent, and he took Rebekah, and she became his wife, and he loved her; thus Isaac was comforted after his mother's death. Genesis 29:18 Now Jacob loved Rachel, so he said, "I will serve you seven years for your younger daughter Rachel." Judges 16:4 After this it came about that he loved a woman in the valley of Sorek, whose name was Delilah. 1 Samuel 1:5 but to Hannah he would give a double portion, for he loved Hannah, but the LORD had closed her womb. Hosea 3:1 Then the LORD said to me, "Go again, love a woman who is loved by her husband, yet an adulteress, even as the LORD loves the sons of Israel, though they turn to other gods and love raisin cakes." Matthew 1:19 And Joseph her husband, being a righteous man and not wanting to disgrace her, planned to send her away secretly. 1 Corinthians 7:2 But because of immoralities, each man is to have his own wife, and each woman is to have her own husband. Leviticus 18:22 'You shall not lie with a male as one lies with a female; it is an abomination. Leviticus 19:29 'Do not profane your daughter by making her a harlot, so that the land will not fall to harlotry and the land become full of lewdness. Deuteronomy 23:17-18 "None of the daughters of Israel shall be a cult prostitute, nor shall any of the sons of Israel be a cult prostitute. "You shall not bring the hire of a harlot or the wages of a dog into the house of the LORD your God for any votive offering, for both of these are an abomination to the LORD your God. Matthew 5:32 but I say to you that everyone who divorces his wife, except for the reason of unchastity, makes her commit adultery; and whoever marries a divorced woman commits adultery. Acts 15:29 that you abstain from things sacrificed to idols and from blood and from things strangled and from fornication; if you keep yourselves free from such things, you will do well. Farewell." Romans 1:26-27 For this reason God gave them over to degrading passions; for their women exchanged the natural function for that which is unnatural, and in the same way also the men abandoned the natural function of the woman and burned in their desire toward one another, men with men committing indecent acts and receiving in their own persons the due penalty of their error. 1 Corinthians 5:1 It is actually reported that there is immorality among you, and immorality of such a kind as does not exist even among the Gentiles, that someone has his father's wife. 1 Corinthians 6:18 Flee immorality. Every other sin that a man commits is outside the body, but the immoral man sins against his own body. 1 Corinthians 10:8 Nor let us act immorally, as some of them did, and twenty-three thousand fell in one day. Ephesians 5:3 But immorality or any impurity or greed must not even be named among you, as is proper among saints; Colossians 3:5 Therefore consider the members of your earthly body as dead to immorality, impurity, passion, evil desire, and greed, which amounts to idolatry. 1 Thessalonians 4:3 For this is the will of God, your sanctification; that is, that you abstain from sexual immorality; Exodus 20:14 "You shall not commit adultery. Leviticus 20:10 'If there is a man who commits adultery with another man's wife, one who commits adultery with his friend's wife, the adulterer and the adulteress shall surely be put to death. Deuteronomy 5:18 'You shall not commit adultery. Proverbs 6:24 To keep you from the evil woman, From the smooth tongue of the adulteress. 1 Corinthians 6:9 Or do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived; neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor homosexuals, Hebrews 13:4 Marriage is to be held in honor among all, and the marriage bed is to be undefiled; for fornicators and adulterers God will judge. Matthew 19:9 "And I say to you, whoever divorces his wife, except for immorality, and marries another woman commits adultery." Malachi 2:16 "For I hate divorce," says the LORD, the God of Israel, "and him who covers his garment with wrong," says the LORD of hosts. "So take heed to your spirit, that you do not deal treacherously." Mark 10:11-12 And He said to them, "Whoever divorces his wife and marries another woman commits adultery against her; and if she herself divorces her husband and marries another man, she is committing adultery." Luke 16:18 "Everyone who divorces his wife and marries another commits adultery, and he who marries one who is divorced from a husband commits adultery. 1 Corinthians 7:10-11 But to the married I give instructions, not I, but the Lord, that the wife should not leave her husband (but if she does leave, she must remain unmarried, or else be reconciled to her husband), and that the husband should not divorce his wife. Matthew 5:28 but I say to you that everyone who looks at a woman with lust for her has already committed adultery with her in his heart. Job 31:1 "I have made a covenant with my eyes; How then could I gaze at a virgin? Proverbs 6:25 Do not desire her beauty in your heart, Nor let her capture you with her eyelids. 1 Corinthians 7:9 But if they do not have self-control, let them marry; for it is better to marry than to burn with passion. Ephesians 4:19 and they, having become callous, have given themselves over to sensuality for the practice of every kind of impurity with greediness. 1 Thessalonians 4:5 not in lustful passion, like the Gentiles who do not know God; 1 Timothy 3:2 An overseer, then, must be above reproach, the husband of one wife, temperate, prudent, respectable, hospitable, able to teach, Deuteronomy 17:17 "He shall not multiply wives for himself, or else his heart will turn away; nor shall he greatly increase silver and gold for himself. Malachi 2:15 "But not one has done so who has a remnant of the Spirit And what did that one do while he was seeking a godly offspring? Take heed then to your spirit, and let no one deal treacherously against the wife of your youth. 1 Timothy 3:12 Deacons must be husbands of only one wife, and good managers of their children and their own households. Titus 1:6 namely, if any man is above reproach, the husband of one wife, having children who believe, not accused of dissipation or rebellion. 57 Bible Verses about Love, In Relationships was first published on bible.knowing-jesus.com. 1 Corinthians 13:1-13 ESV If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing. Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; ... Jeremiah 29:11 ESV For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. Romans 12:2 ESV Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect. 1 John 4:16 ESV So we have come to know and to believe the love that God has for us. God is love, and whoever abides in love abides in God, and God abides in him. John 13:34-35 ESV A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another. By this all people will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.” Galatians 5:22-23 ESV But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law. 1 Corinthians 6:19-20 ESV Or do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you, whom you have from God? You are not your own, for you were bought with a price. So glorify God in your body. Matthew 22:37-40 ESV And he said to him, “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the great and first commandment. And a second is like it: You shall love your neighbor as yourself. On these two commandments depend all the Law and the Prophets.” Romans 12:1-2 ESV I appeal to you therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship. Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect. Mark 12:31 ESV The second is this: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no other commandment greater than these.” Galatians 6:9 ESV And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up. Romans 13:8-10 ESV Owe no one anything, except to love each other, for the one who loves another has fulfilled the law. For the commandments, “You shall not commit adultery, You shall not murder, You shall not steal, You shall not covet,” and any other commandment, are summed up in this word: “You shall love your neighbor as yourself.” Love does no wrong to a neighbor; therefore love is the fulfilling of the law. Matthew 5:43-48 ESV “You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be sons of your Father who is in heaven. For he makes his sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust. For if you love those who love you, what reward do you have? Do not even the tax collectors do the same? And if you greet only your brothers, what more are you doing than others? Do not even the Gentiles do the same? ... Romans 13:1 ESV Let every person be subject to the governing authorities. For there is no authority except from God, and those that exist have been instituted by God. Psalm 1:1-6 ESV Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the wicked, nor stands in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of scoffers; but his delight is in the law of the Lord, and on his law he meditates day and night. He is like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. In all that he does, he prospers. The wicked are not so, but are like chaff that the wind drives away. Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous; ... Ephesians 5:25 ESV Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her, Romans 12:9-21 ESV Let love be genuine. Abhor what is evil; hold fast to what is good. Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor. Do not be slothful in zeal, be fervent in spirit, serve the Lord. Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. Contribute to the needs of the saints and seek to show hospitality. ... Genesis 2:24 ESV Therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife, and they shall become one flesh. Hebrews 10:24 ESV And let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works, 1 Peter 4:8 ESV Above all, keep loving one another earnestly, since love covers a multitude of sins. Proverbs 17:17 ESV A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity. Matthew 22:1-46 ESV / And again Jesus spoke to them in parables, saying, “The kingdom of heaven may be compared to a king who gave a wedding feast for his son, and sent his servants to call those who were invited to the wedding feast, but they would not come. Again he sent other servants, saying, ‘Tell those who are invited, See, I have prepared my dinner, my oxen and my fat calves have been slaughtered, and everything is ready. Come to the wedding feast.’ But they paid no attention and went off, one to his farm, another to his business, ... Ephesians 5:33 ESV However, let each one of you love his wife as himself, and let the wife see that she respects her husband. Ephesians 4:2 ESV With all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love, 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 ESV Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. James 1:19 ESV Know this, my beloved brothers: let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger; 1 Peter 3:7 ESV Likewise, husbands, live with your wives in an understanding way, showing honor to the woman as the weaker vessel, since they are heirs with you of the grace of life, so that your prayers may not be hindered. Ephesians 6:1 ESV Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right. 1 Corinthians 13:13 ESV So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love. John 3:16 ESV “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. Genesis 2:18 ESV Then the Lord God said, “It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him a helper fit for him.” 1 John 3:1 ESV See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are. The reason why the world does not know us is that it did not know him. Colossians 3:14 ESV And above all these put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony. 1 Corinthians 16:14 ESV Let all that you do be done in love. 1 Corinthians 6:18 ESV Flee from sexual immorality. Every other sin a person commits is outside the body, but the sexually immoral person sins against his own body. John 15:13 ESV Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends. Proverbs 18:22 ESV He who finds a wife finds a good thing and obtains favor from the Lord. Exodus 20:12 ESV “Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long in the land that the Lord your God is giving you. Ephesians 4:2-3 ESV With all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love, eager to maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace. Romans 13:8 ESV Owe no one anything, except to love each other, for the one who loves another has fulfilled the law. Romans 12:9-10 ESV Let love be genuine. Abhor what is evil; hold fast to what is good. Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor. Proverbs 31:10 ESV An excellent wife who can find? She is far more precious than jewels. Proverbs 31:10-11 ESV An excellent wife who can find? She is far more precious than jewels. The heart of her husband trusts in her, and he will have no lack of gain. Proverbs 19:14 ESV House and wealth are inherited from fathers, but a prudent wife is from the Lord. Proverbs 3:3-4 ESV Let not steadfast love and faithfulness forsake you; bind them around your neck; write them on the tablet of your heart. So you will find favor and good success in the sight of God and man. Genesis 2:18-25 ESV Then the Lord God said, “It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him a helper fit for him.” Now out of the ground the Lord God had formed every beast of the field and every bird of the heavens and brought them to the man to see what he would call them. And whatever the man called every living creature, that was its name. The man gave names to all livestock and to the birds of the heavens and to every beast of the field. But for Adam there was not found a helper fit for him. So the Lord God caused a deep sleep to fall upon the man, and while he slept took one of his ribs and closed up its place with flesh. And the rib that the Lord God had taken from the man he made into a woman and brought her to the man. ... 1 John 4:19 ESV We love because he first loved us. 1 Timothy 5:1-2 ESV Do not rebuke an older man but encourage him as you would a father, younger men as brothers, older women as mothers, younger women as sisters, in all purity. Ephesians 6:1-3 ESV Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right. “Honor your father and mother” (this is the first commandment with a promise), “that it may go well with you and that you may live long in the land.” 1 Corinthians 15:33 ESV Do not be deceived: “Bad company ruins good morals.” 1 Corinthians 13:4-5 ESV Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; Romans 12:9 ESV Let love be genuine. Abhor what is evil; hold fast to what is good. Mark 10:9 ESV What therefore God has joined together, let not man separate.” Matthew 19:5 ESV And said, ‘Therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh’? Matthew 7:12 ESV “So whatever you wish that others would do to you, do also to them, for this is the Law and the Prophets. Song of Solomon 8:6-7 ESV Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy is fierce as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, the very flame of the Lord. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man offered for love all the wealth of his house, he would be utterly despised. Song of Solomon 4:9 ESV You have captivated my heart, my sister, my bride; you have captivated my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace. Ecclesiastes 4:12 ESV And though a man might prevail against one who is alone, two will withstand him—a threefold cord is not quickly broken. Ecclesiastes 4:9 ESV Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil. Ecclesiastes 4:9-12 ESV Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil. For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow. But woe to him who is alone when he falls and has not another to lift him up! Again, if two lie together, they keep warm, but how can one keep warm alone? And though a man might prevail against one who is alone, two will withstand him—a threefold cord is not quickly broken. Proverbs 31:30 ESV Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. Proverbs 30:18-19 ESV Three things are too wonderful for me; four I do not understand: the way of an eagle in the sky, the way of a serpent on a rock, the way of a ship on the high seas, and the way of a man with a virgin. Proverbs 27:9 ESV Oil and perfume make the heart glad, and the sweetness of a friend comes from his earnest counsel. Proverbs 27:6 ESV Faithful are the wounds of a friend; profuse are the kisses of an enemy. Proverbs 18:24 ESV A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother. Proverbs 10:12 ESV Hatred stirs up strife, but love covers all offenses. Psalm 143:8 ESV Let me hear in the morning of your steadfast love, for in you I trust. Make me know the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul. Psalm 127:3 ESV Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. John 14:15 ESV “If you love me, you will keep my commandments. 1 John 4:12 ESV No one has ever seen God; if we love one another, God abides in us and his love is perfected in us. 1 John 4:8 ESV Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love. 1 John 4:7 ESV Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God. 1 Peter 5:6-7 ESV Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you. Hebrews 13:4 ESV Let marriage be held in honor among all, and let the marriage bed be undefiled, for God will judge the sexually immoral and adulterous. Hebrews 10:24-25 ESV And let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works, not neglecting to meet together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another, and all the more as you see the Day drawing near. 1 Thessalonians 5:11 ESV Therefore encourage one another and build one another up, just as you are doing. Colossians 3:18-19 ESV Wives, submit to your husbands, as is fitting in the Lord. Husbands, love your wives, and do not be harsh with them. Ephesians 5:28 ESV In the same way husbands should love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself. Ephesians 5:25-26 ESV Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her, that he might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word, Ephesians 4:29 ESV Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear. 2 Corinthians 6:14 ESV Do not be unequally yoked with unbelievers. For what partnership has righteousness with lawlessness? Or what fellowship has light with darkness? 2 Corinthians 6:14-15 ESV Do not be unequally yoked with unbelievers. For what partnership has righteousness with lawlessness? Or what fellowship has light with darkness? What accord has Christ with Belial? Or what portion does a believer share with an unbeliever? 1 Corinthians 13:2 ESV And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. Romans 12:10 ESV Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor. Romans 8:28 ESV And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose. Romans 5:8 ESV But God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. John 15:12 ESV “This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. John 3:3 ESV Jesus answered him, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless one is born again he cannot see the kingdom of God.” Luke 6:35 ESV But love your enemies, and do good, and lend, expecting nothing in return, and your reward will be great, and you will be sons of the Most High, for he is kind to the ungrateful and the evil. Luke 6:31 ESV And as you wish that others would do to you, do so to them. Matthew 6:33 ESV But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. Amos 3:3 ESV “Do two walk together, unless they have agreed to meet? Song of Solomon 2:7 ESV I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or the does of the field, that you not stir up or awaken love until it pleases. Proverbs 15:1 ESV A soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger. Proverbs 13:20 ESV Whoever walks with the wise becomes wise, but the companion of fools will suffer harm. Proverbs 5:18-19 ESV / Let your fountain be blessed, and rejoice in the wife of your youth, a lovely deer, a graceful doe. Let her breasts fill you at all times with delight; be intoxicated always in her love. Proverbs 4:23 ESV Keep your heart with all vigilance, for from it flow the springs of life. Genesis 1:4 ESV And God saw that the light was good. And God separated the light from the darkness. 1 Thessalonians 3:12-13 ESV And may the Lord make you increase and abound in love for one another and for all, as we do for you, so that he may establish your hearts blameless in holiness before our God and Father, at the coming of our Lord Jesus with all his saints. Leviticus 18:22 ESV You shall not lie with a male as with a woman; it is an abomination. 100 Bible Verses about Love Relationships first published on openbible.info. 📖 Bible Verses for Love and Relationships 💗👫

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Hello!

It’s that time of the year when we change focus, again. Now we are in the last months of the year and we tend to review what our year goals were, stake stock in the realities and relevancy of those goals, and push forward, renewed in our determination to meet as many of our hopes and dreams as we can. Before the holidays if we are lucky but before the New Year, when we do a complete overhaul and start again.

If you are a well organized person, you have one year, five year and maybe even ten year goals. This has been a huge transition year for us. Retirement for hubby and career trials and errors for me. I intend on refocusing my writing goals.

I am nearly finished with the O’Connor Series. I might bring in a few novellas for holidays but Cian and Molly, nearly written, is the last unmarried sibling. The last book transitions to one of my new series, Safe and Secure, Saving Sharlee was the first in that series. Several other new series, Clearwater Ranch has two more books in the offing and Wind River Series needs revisiting.

So, am I where I want to be in September 2018? Not quite. But close. Next year is already in the planning. How about you? Are you finding time to refocus your goals and efforts to come in strong as the year closes? I hope so.

ALYSSA

Here is my spotlight book for the week:

Revenge in the Highlands

Eileen is driven by pain and betrayal, can a loving hand heal her broken heart?

Morgan MacAlister and his wife, Kat, return to the Highlands to reclaim Morgan’s heritage, only to find that the sister he left behind is waging a war of vengeance on their traitorous half-brother, Canton. Eileen is no longer the innocent young girl he remembers.

Gallagher Glencairn has returned with Morgan to reclaim his own inheritance and finds that the golden-haired lass with the beautiful haunted eyes now rules his clan. Gallagher is determined he’ll take his clan back any way he can. He gives Eileen two choices: she can agree to wed him, or he will wage war against her and take his inheritance back.

Eileen is tough on the outside but harbors a terrible secret within – a secret of pain, betrayal, and a fierce desire for revenge.

Publisher’s Note: This steamy historical romance, set in the Highlands, contains old-fashioned, loving discipline.

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When the sharp whistle pierced the air, Eileen was unprepared. With a snort, Minion reared up and whinnied then took off at an instant gallop, dragging Delilah with him. It was Minion who was leading now, and with the rope tied to Delilah’s saddle, Delilah automatically took off after him, following his lead like a subservient female. Eileen cursed as she grabbed the reins and tried to pull Delilah in, but the little mare was rebelling, not wanting to return to her control. It was only a matter of seconds before Minion came to a halt in front of the mocking Gallagher and Eileen was looking into the piercing eyes of her handsome new husband.

“Let go of my horse,” she demanded as his hand reached out to take Delilah’s bridle. Her hand flew to the rope to release Minion but Gallagher reached up and grabbed her, tugging her from the saddle. Eileen screeched as she felt herself falling and she landed on his hard chest, her free hand scrabbling at his shoulder to control her fall. She felt his other arm grip her below her buttocks and hoist her on over his shoulder. He then slapped her protruding rear end several times, his hard hand burning through her riding skirt with a vengeance. She bucked straight up, kicking against his thighs uncontrollably as she cried out in pain. “Let go of me, damn you,” she hissed through clenched teeth.

Gallagher simply carried her, struggling and kicking over to a large rock. He sat her on her feet and held onto her arm with one hand, while his other hand went to his belt. His silver eyes burning into hers, he deftly unsnapped the Glencairn crested buckle and drew the wide strap from its loops.

Eileen began to struggle in earnest, kicking out at him, trying to free her arm from his iron grasp. “Ye are not going to use that thing on me, I won’t allow it,” she demanded stridently, her face blanching at the grim determination on his. Her buttocks were already burning from the hard slaps he’d administered and she was close to panicking at the thought of that broad belt landing across her tender cheeks.

“Ye are in no position to demand anything, wife, and ye are about to find out what happens when ye disobey my orders.” Grimly he sat and dragged her over his lap. Folding the long belt in half, he lifted his arm and brought it crashing down in the middle of her wriggling backside.

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I’m a sweet romance writer with some hanky spanky play added in. I like to write about strong alpha males who don’t mind taking their ladies in hand when they need it and who want to share the special bond that spanking can bring between a couple. My stories are mostly basic simple discipline in a romantic setting with very protective men. Cowboys, pirates, business suits, you name it, they are all sexy when they are dominant and I love to write their stories. I’ve been writing on and off for around fifteen years now and I still love it. You can find me in middle america, cowboy and ranching country, with my husband and a wonderful family of children and grandchildren around me. I hope you enjoy my adventures as much as I enjoy creating them for you. Brandy

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