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[hey all, sorry for vanishing. fell down a medieval fantasy rabbit hole + marvel rivals has a skin up for my main for competitive play so i had to do that lmao. so idk who all knows, but most of my muses here no longer have their canon significant others now, so imma be thinking about what to do with them over the next few days. zeke is fine tho, so i'll def be working on replies here. <3 ]

can u give this a like if u wanna keep our thread(s) and/or plot?

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different  worlds,  different  sights,  different  people.  they  were  all  the  same,  humans  ...  but  as  someone  who  wasn't  like  them  &  who  spent  a  lot  of  time  observing  their  strange  ways  of  living  their  lives,  zeke  noticed  the  differences,  as  subtle  as  they  were.  at  the  end  of  the  day  they  all  strived  for  the  same  thing.  coin,  recognition,  love.  he  wasn't  too  different  from  them,  maybe  -  though,  yes,  he  was.  his  main  objective  was  food.  it  always  would  be  &  he  didn't  really  care  for  coin  unless  it  provided  him  with  exotic  meats  or  something  of  that  caliber,  which  it  rarely  ever  did.  at  least...  nothing  he  couldn't  pick  up  himself  if  he  wanted  to.  he  had  the  portals,  he  had  the  claws,  he  had  the  endurance.  he  was  capable  of  providing  for  himself  just  fine.

unlike  some  of  these  humans.  watching  them  make  a  fool  of  themselves  for  a  few  coins  was  fascinating  as  it  was  amusing,  but  this  one  seemed  especially  desperate,  singing  for  the  crowd  gathered  around  him,  which  -  well,  included  zeke  right  now,  hood  draped  over  his  head  even  when  it  was  him  who  was  chosen  to  assist?  he  couldn't  even  earn  his  keep  ....by  himself?  what  a  pitiful  creature  he  was.  zeke  had  felt  drawn  to  this  place,  to  the  music,  he  deemed  it  curiosity,  but  maybe  there  was  more  going  on.  a  trap?  "heck  no."  hands  up  in  the  air,  tugging  on  his  hood  just  a  little  to  bear  a  set  of  fangs  in  his  mouth.  "i'm  a  hunter,  not  a  ....  busker."

Open Starter

Where: Out in the streets near Tiana's restaurant

One of his very favorite places to visit was the lively town near Tiana's restaurant (which had really good food, honestly). Parin never really considered himself to have a home, but if he did, it would certainly be there. He loved the music, the colors, the atmosphere! It was everything he could have wanted. Plus, he could play his pipe and lute without the (potential) worry of annoying people. Not that Parin ever really cared about that, but he supposed that if given the option to annoy or not annoy people, he'd choose the latter.

Strolling through the cobblestoned streets, Parin strummed his lute, singing proudly and garnering himself a fun little crowd. It was exactly what he wanted. He walked around the crowd, dancing to the beat of his own lute, before he paused and held up a hand, "I believe I am in the need of an assistant for this next part of the song." The bard announced with a smile and walked around until he stopped before a man, holding his hand out towards them, "How about you? You look like someone who has musical talent." Parin grinned.

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[sorry nghhh lowkey vanished again. imma get to things throughout the day :3]

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"nah,  i'm  uh....  i'm  good  up  here."  they  said  dogs  could  could  swim,  but  zeke  wasn't  a  dog  &  he  didn't  really  want  to  put  that  myth  to  the  test  just  yet.  or  ever.  eric  promised  to  teach  him  how  to  swim,  but  zeke  hadn't  been  around  long  enough  for  more  than  a  few  lessons.  he  didn't  even  know  why  he  was  here,  although  maybe  he  did.  that  room  kit  got  him  at  the  castle  reminded  him  how  beautiful  the  sunset  could  be,  so  he  came  to  see  it  in  person  &  ended  up  finding  someone  else  here  with  him.  "not  sure  if  that's  a  ...  what  that  means."  was  this  one  of  those  sayings  people  used?  wouldn't  be  the  first  time  he  got  lost  that  way.

location:  on  the  coast/docks  in  the  little  mermaid  realm

there's  no  part  of  him  that's  royal  anymore.  once  you're  banished,  that  sort  of  title  is  stripped  from  you.  yet  he  still  acts  like  this  land  is  his.  ursula  looks  out  into  the  sea,  almost  longingly,  and  sighs  happily.  “if  you  want  to  go  for  a  swim,  then  be  my  guest.  i  think  i'm  just  going  to  keep  watch  though.”  they  laugh  softly,  almost  like  it's  an  inside  joke  even  though  they're  the  only  one  that  are  in  on  it.  “unless  you  want  tentacles  wrapping  around  your  legs.”  valentine  doesn't  even  know  who  he's  talking  to.  he's  just  heard  footsteps,  but  the  gaze  to  the  sea  is  too  strong  to  tear  away  right  now.

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[i have like 3 more replies to do but brain isn't feeling them rn, so imma be tackling some opens :3]

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"feisty."  zeke  huffed  out  a  little  laugh  in  response,  "and  no,  i  didn't  mean  my  scruff."  he  never  thought  about  comparing  his  facial  hair  to  anybody  else's,  but...  hm.  it  didn't  matter,  really,  he  wasn't  unhappy  no  matter  what  the  other  thought.  "there's  more  to  me  than  you  can  see,  believe  it  or  not.  maybe  you  get  lucky  enough  to  see."  not  that  he  cared  if  the  other  believed  him  or  not.  he  didn't  need  to  prove  his  worth  to  anybody.  he  also  didn't  go  around  showing  off  his  wolf  side  to  random  strangers,  but  when  challenged….  maybe  he  would.  right  now,  his  hood  his  the  fluffy  ears,  so  he  assumed  he  looked  somewhat  human.  with  fangs.  "you  out  here  for  a  reason?  most  people  stay  inside  where  it's  warmer."  he  knew  why  he  was  out  here,  but  unless  the  other  was  looking  for  a  snack  as  well,  he  didn't  know.

Crewel couldn't help but laugh. "You mean that patchy and pitiful attempt at a beard on your face? Or are you hiding some fuzz underneath that clothing?" The laugh faded, but the smile remained as Crewel's pale eyes took the time to gaze over the stranger, mind already wandering to where in this land they could go that might be warmer. Warm enough to take some layers off. "True," his attention turned back to the tree line, "caves seem likely. Plenty of places to hide from the elements. Plenty of places to hide and observe when being pursued." Crewel licked his lips, already anticipating what his first hunt in this land could be, and what kind of beast lurked in those caves that he could claim a trophy from.

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it  wasn't  even  a  lie,  because  zeke  truly  didn't  care  about  humans  as  a  species.  he  ..had  a  few  who  he  could've  ...or  rather  should've  killed  &  didn't,  weak  links  he  cared  not  to  speak  about,  but  as  a  general  rule  of  thumb,  he  really  didn't  care  about  their  lives  at  all.  they  were  yummy  twelve-course  meals  he'd  gladly  devour,  though  he'd  become  more  picky  over  the  years.  humans  often  tasted  ...  strange.  he  wasn't  sure  if  it  was  the  lives  they  led  or  whatever  else  influenced  their  taste,  but  he  found  the  animal  world  to  be  more  reliable.  "some  did,  but  i  handled  it."  shrug.  zeke  wasn't  helpless,  he  wasn't  alive  for  so  long  to  be  surprised  by  much  anymore  -  at  least  not  when  it  came  to  survival.  he  didn't  often  meet  other  people  who  were  so  ...accepting  of  what  he  told  them,  almost  like  gothel  was  embracing  zeke's  wild  side  &  enjoying  the  stories  he  had  in  store.  they  excited  him,  too.  he'd  become  a  little  tame,  maybe.  though  he  had  no  qualms  in  picking  up  the  pace  again  if  presented  with  the  right  opportunity.  "egos  big  enough  not  to  fit  in  their  armor,  yeah."  made  for  easy  targets.  zeke  didn't  always  want  a  chase.  "i  mean  royal  families  never  really  seem  to  be  smart,  do  they?"  he'd  like  to  exclude  kit,  because  he'd  become  quite  fond  of  the  little  human  prince.  but  everybody  else?  yeah.  "you  planning  to  get  up  to  any  mischief?  i'd  be  happy  to  help."  though  he  assumed  keeping  eyes  &  ears  open,  maybe  prying  a  little,  was  part  of  that.  free  &  alone  ...  sounded  ...  a  little  suspicious.  but  not  the  bad  kind.  maybe  he'd  come  see  the  other  later,  share  what  he  could  find  out.  "do  you  got  beef  with  only  them  or  are  there  others?"

rumors  are  his  lively  hood.  spirits  love  to  chatter  and  well,  gothel  loves  to  listen.  even  if  they're  not  true,  there's  always  some  information  to  be  taken  from  them.  “the  big  bad  wolf  with  no  need  for  humans.”  some  would  say  that's  cliche.  the  death  king?  he'd  say  that's  power.  it  means  that  zeke  would  be  willing  to  make  the  harder  choices  because  he  probably  doesn't  care  too  much  about  people.  after  all,  they're  just  meals  for  him.  gothel  is  the  same  way.  even  though  he  doesn't  eat  humans,  after  losing  his  siblings  there's  really  no  one  else  he  cares  about.  well,  aside  from  that  little  blond  but…  it  was  complicated  to  the  point  that  he  doesn't  even  know  how  to  explain  it  anymore.  “some  people  would  surprise  you,  although  it's  not  likely.”  hearing  ezekiel  talk  about  the  thrill  of  a  chase  excites  even  him.  gothel  has  been  so  used  to  being  more  stationary,  hidden,  that  he's  almost  forgotten  how  fun  it  can  be.  “knights  also  think  their  ego  keeps  them  safe  and  often  times  their  dumb  actions  are  what  get  them  killed.”  the  noble  family  of  corona  is  lucky  he  doesn't  want  to  risk  dying.  “i  am.  they're  idiots  letting  me  stay  here,  but  who  am  i  to  say  no?”  a  wide  smile  forms  on  his  face,  like  the  innocent  man  he  pretend  sto  be.  “you  can  come  find  me.  i'll  probably  be  free  and  alone.” 

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truth  be  told,  zeke  was  full  of  shit.  because  someone  had  tortured  him  &  he'd  let  them  walk  away.  worse  even.  he  saw  him  regularly  &  even  though  he  sometimes  wondered  if  he  shouldn't  just  end  him,  zeke  never  actually  went  close  to  trying.  quite  the  opposite,  much  like  with  vilem...  he  felt  drawn  to  him.  his  curse,  clearly.  he  was  drawn  towards  those  he  shouldn't  be  drawn  to.  or  something  like  that.  but  as  per  usual,  he'd  do  his  best  to  make  the  other  believe  he  was  this  monster  everybody  was  afraid  of.  not  that  he  wasn't,  but  not  all  the  things  people  whispered  about  him  was  true.  he  enjoyed  a  bloodbath,  truly,  but  he  was  ...well,  it  was  complicated  sometimes.  though,  most  people  who  crossed  him,  really  didn't  survive  it.  there  were  just  exceptions,  which  generally  proved  a  rule,  right?  yeah.  "that's  right."  there  hadn't  been  much  fanfare  the  other  time.  they  wanted  each  other,  they  ...got  each  other.  zeke  lost  control  of  his  shift  &  well,  the  rest  ...was  history.  honestly,  vilem  should've  been  flattered  he  did  that  to  zeke,  because  only  few  hook-ups  left  him  so  relaxed  &  spent  he  forgot  who  he  was  for  the  time  being.  but,  they  really  didn't  have  to  go  over  it  again.  "strangers,  huh?  guess  i  deserved  that."  he  didn't  know  what  they  were...  he  really  didn't,  but  they  had  long  since  passed  strangers.  what  else  was  there,  though?  zeke  didn't  care  about  sides  of  the  bed,  but  vilem  seemed  calm  with  his  choice,  so  zeke  would  be,  too.  he  ...couldn't  remember  feeling  this  ...on  edge  last  time  they  shared  a  bed,  which  was  annoying.  yes,  that.  "can't  disagree  there."  people  were  stupid,  except...for  a  few.  he'd  like  to  count  the  old  farmer  to  that  list  of  exceptions,  too.  zeke  followed  suit  &  propped  himself  up  on  an  arm  facing  the  other.  "you  still  okay?  sharing  your  bed  with  a  stranger  and  all?"

honestly,  a  part  of  him  did  wonder  if  there  was  anyone  out  there  that  could've  gotten  zeke  into  a  corner  and  tortured  him  a  bit.  no  one  was  coming  to  mind.  not  rory.  not  the  three  brothers.  hell,  not  even  the  royals  or  himself.  that  was  why  he  didn't  even  push  him  or  challenge  him  when  he  said  that  no  one  could  torture  him.  “you're  safe  in  that  realm  then.  lucky  even.  they're  not  even  going  to  want  to  touch  you  after  everything  that  you've  done.”  a  small  grin  played  on  his  face  when  the  wolf  said  that  they  wouldn't  survive.  was  he  thinking  about  how  he  would  torture  and  kill  them?  yes.  was  it  giving  him  a  little  bit  of  joy  since  it  had  been  a  long  time  since  he  saw  carnage?  yes.  although  he  would  never  admit  that  out  loud.  it  wasn't  very  human  of  him.  if  anything,  it  was  the  same  streak  that  attracted  maeve  and  rory  to  monsters.  it  would  be  so  hypocritical  for  him  to  be  the  one  that  they  gained  that  gene  from.  “i  guess  that  i  don't  know  you  that  well.  we  haven't  really  spent  any  alone  time  aside  from,  well,  you  know.  i  don't  think  i  have  to  say  it  out  loud.”  maybe  he  was  turning  a  new  leaf.  vilem  realized  that  this  wasn't  normal  for  the  two  of  them  and  for  once,  he  wasn't  fully  judging  the  other  for  being  a  beast.  “i  don't  know  you  and  you  don't  know  me.  we  might  as  well  be  strangers  then.”  he  shrugged  casually.  they  weren't.  zeke  could  picture  him  naked  and  not  everyone  in  his  life  could  do  that.  he  nodded  slightly  and  crawled  into  the  bed.  normally  he  slept  in  the  middle,  since  he  didn't  have  to  worry  about  someone  else  being  there  with  him.  although  this  time,  he  took  the  left  side  of  the  bed.  farthest  from  the  window,  but  closest  to  what  would  be  considered  the  door  towards  the  entrance.  not  that  he  thought  he  was  going  to  have  to  runaway  in  the  middle  of  the  night,  but  just  in  case.  “i  like  my  space  and  i  like  my  privacy.  i'm  also  not  going  to  move  just  because  of  rory's  connection  to  the  royal  family,  this  has  always  been  home.  plus,  people  are  stupid.  the  farther  away  they  are  the  better.”  vilem  propped  himself  up  on  the  bed  against  the  pillows.

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"'s  fine.  just  not  something  that  happens  often."  besides  others  not  getting  close  to  him  due  to  what  he  was,  if  they  did,  they  didn't  come  to  pick  food  from  his  chin.  but  it...  told  him  more  about  the  other  than  he  might've  thought.  though  he  was  quick  to  share  intel  nonetheless.  a  servant.  that  made  sense  &  explained  the  little  show  &  tell.  zeke  couldn't  imagine  serving  someone  else.  it  ...  felt  wrong.  he  was  a  free  spirit.  nobody  would  ever  tame  him.  nobody  could.  but  other  people  were  different  &  he  accepted  that.  humans  were  weird  anyway.

"singing  oysters."  he  repeated  with  a  little  nod  even  though  he  had  no  idea  what  that  meant.  well,  he  knew  oysters  even  though  sea  creatures  weren't  part  of  his  every-day  diet.  “no  food  sings  here.  except  humans.”  he  replied  with  a  quirked  brow.  "what  about  the  fish?"  would  he  rather  starve  than  eat  mediocre  food?  zeke  couldn't  even...  imagine  that.  if  not  for  company,  he'd  have  devoured  half  the  offered  goods  by  now  &  dragged  himself  up  into  a  tree  with  a  full  belly  for  a  nice  nap.  "what  else  do  they  serve  where  you're  from?"  he  didn't  really  feel  like  a  servant  with  how  picky  he  was.

Illadro chuckled. "Forgive me for the intrusion into your space," he shook his head, "sometimes old habits refuse to die. Former servant to the Red Court, now Knave within that very same Court. A different title but sometimes the tasks remain the same." Servant to the Red Court was at the beck and call of anyone above him, but as the Knave, he was at the beck and call of The Red King himself. Rather than serving everyone, he served only one. Grooming included, but he knew how he liked the King's hair to be styled.

Further observation of the food didn't inspire much confidence, and Illadro shook his head once more. "Oysters. Usually they sing so they are easy to locate, here apparently not."

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"oh."  well  that  ...  was  quite  clear.  many  words  used,  though  it  came  down  to  the  most  important  bit  rounded  it  all  up.  he  couldn't  miss  his  intentions  now  even  if  he  tried.  zeke  wasn't  sure  how  he  felt  about  it,  mostly  because  hearing  an  alternative  to  sex  was  to  be  fed  expensive  meats,  because  well....  meat  would  always  win.  food  would  always  win.  the  wolf  let  his  eyes  roam  across  the  room  towards  the  other,  avoiding  meeting  his  gaze,  but  ...  not  for  too  long.  he  scratched  behind  one  of  his  ears,  inching  a  little  closer.  "shouldn't  offer  meats  when  you  wanna  fuck,  little  king.  you  should  know  food's  always  gonna  win  with  a  beast  like  me."  he'd  thought  servants  had  been  sent  away  to  protect  them.  apparently  not.  it  was  fine  for  him,  he  wasn't  against  the  idea.

he  couldn't  quite  tell  if  he  ever  had  wine  before,  but  he  eventually  made  his  way  over  to  reach  for  the  additional  glass  to  sip.  definitely  didn't  have  wine  before.  he  didn't  quite  like  the  way  it  made  him  feel,  but  warmth  pooled  in  his  belly  nonetheless.  he  wanted  to  play  him  like  a  ...what?  "you're..  very  direct."  he  wasn't  used  to  that  for  he  wasn't  like  that  at  all  &  most  people  he  met  were..  similar  to  him.  "not  against  it." 

averting  gaze  still,  zeke  set  the  glass  down  &  reached  up  to  undo  the  buttons  on  his  shirt,  tugging  it  over  his  head  together  with  his  undershirt,  revealing  a  chest  that  wasn't  unblemished,  though  for  the  life  the  wolf  led,  it  may  surprise  after  all.  werewolf  healing  was  good,  but  when  it  came  to  silver  ....  wounds  would  still  scar.  for  as  hairy  as  he  seemed  to  be  in  his  other  form,  his  chest  really  was  not.  "thought  you  brought  me  here  to...  i  dunno,  see  my  true  form.  people  tend  to."

Alaric laughed that bright clear laugh, like a bell being run in winter air, so sharp and crystalline. "What do I want from you Zeke? I want you. You are beyond handsome. You are dangerous and alluring, I want to have sex with you Zeke I thought I was quite clear with that, I invited you to my chambers, I sent my servants away. I want to partake in you. However you wish to give it to me. Unless you don't in which case. I will be very sad but I will sit here and drink and offer you rare meats from my homeland." he said with a sigh, spreading his legs as he raked his eyes over the other. He would be content to simply hold the wolf close to him and scratch behind his ears some more. Listen to his stories about how he devoured people.

The blond man reached for a bottle of wine and poured himself a glass, and one for his guest, an offer if he wanted to take it. The wine was distilled from white strawberries, flavored with a tinge of sadness and a splash of pure joy. It tasted like a melancholic memory, something so sweet it was sad because the moment was gone. "I am not a tyrant. Though king I may be, I want you to get something out of all this Zeke. If you do not find me as desirable as I find you then that is just a sad fact I will have to accept. Though I very much would like to strum you like a lute and show you the depths of Wonderlandian pleasure. I am well endowed for a man my size, and my tongue is skilled as well." In not so many words, he wanted to fuck the other. Badly.

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so,  by  simply  listening  to  zeke  ramble  about  places  he  meant  to  visit,  kit  figured  all  this  out?  was  he  for  real?  a  whole  pack  of  wolves  could  live  in  this  room  &  have  more  space  than  they  ever  had  before.  should  he  even  be  here  given  his  nature?  part  of  him  felt  like  he  didn't  deserve  this  -  at  all.  too  pretty,  too  clean,  too  expensive,  too  human.  of  which  he  was  none.  but  kit  went  through  the  trouble  of  doing  this  for  him,  so...  there  was  that.  sigh.

spacious,  warm  &  nature.  zeke  would  like  an  express  teleport  to  kit  right  this  moment  to  punch  him  please  &  thank  you,  because  how  dare  he  be  like  this.  the  wolf  spent  so  much  time  hating  humans,  he  never  really  paid  attention  just  how  sweet  the  little  prince  was.  sigh.  "uh,  right.  not  a  fan  of  the  open  sea  just  yet,  but  maybe  you  can  change  my  mind  about  that."  teach  an  old  dog  a  new  trick  or  something.  he  surely  would  be  open  to  giving  swimming  another  chance.

he  was  still  letting  his  eyes  roam  the  spacious  room,  though  his  eyes  would  come  to  rest  on  eric  again  soon,  wondering  if  it  was  due  to  him  being  from  another  kingdom  or  ...  if  he  was  just  lucky  and  blessed  with  beauty  by  ...whomever  made  them.  he  shook  his  head  a  little.  didn't  matter.  "that's  ...good.  though  i  think  he's  gonna  be  fine  for  a  while.  probably."  it  was  never  easy  to  say  what  kit  was  up  to,  but  he  didn't  need  protection  all  the  time.  he  was  capable  of  taking  care  of  himself  just  fine.

he  fought  the  urge  to  jump  when  someone  else  joined  them,  their  scent  wafting  up  his  nose  before  he  saw  &  heard  them,  but  he  was  calm  regardless.  he  wasn't  really  someone  who  appreciated  good  wine  or  alcoholic  beverages  in  general,  but  he  appreciated  the  sentiment.  "you  make  it  yourself?"  he  sniffed  the  air,  accepting  the  glass  to  sniff  it,  too.  "sounds  like  a  lot  of  work."  zeke's  whole  personality  wouldn't  support  something  like  this;  patience,  work,  waiting.  it  was...  not  his  lifestyle.  he  was  even  too  impatient  to  wait  &  roast  his  food,  which  was  why  he  barely  ate  fish.  big  no  when  raw,  cooking  it  just  ..  was  more  work  than  snatching  himself  a  deer  or  something.

"no,  yeah.  it's  a  good  room.  didn't  expect  it  to  be  like  this."  was  the  bed  ...soft?  part  of  him  really  wanted  to  find  out.  "not  used  to  being  treated  like  this.  i'm  uh...  thanks."  he  shot  him  a  little  smile,  dropping  the  little  bundle  he  called  his  belongings  on  the  floor  by  a  drawer.  "does  the  king  escort  everybody  to  their  rooms  or  just  me?"

"   i know. and the palace keepers have been doing their best to make sure we have room for them, while keeping room for those in need.   "           eric says. if there is one thing he is proud he was able to keep running, it was this. some would say it's hospitality, and to some degree, it is. but for him it was always a responsibility: not just for him, but the whole of tirulia. these are their waters, and it's not always kind and merciful. it's only right for them to take in what it leaves in it's wake.    "   luckily it opened during the most prosperous years of our kingdom.   "

for a moment, eric does feel a little proud as the other man walked in and observed the room. kit did request for a room fit for a royal guard. and though the tirulian royalty never needed them, for they are a small island and a small kingdom and the sea has always protected them, he does know of them and their roles in the palace. and he knows they deserve nothing but their best.    "   yes. well, your royal highness was very specific about the room.   "    he says, walking up to the window to take a glance at the setting sun, which is now coloring the room with it's warm red and orange light.

"   he said it was to be spacious and warm. with a good view of nature. though, i guess, this isn't really the type of nature you are used to.   "    he says with an apologetic smile. there really isn't much he can do about that. the man was used to lush forests and wide clearings of grass. the best they have is their blue open seas and the rainforests that has them cut from the rest of the country. he would take him there, if that would be enough for him.    "   everything a noble guard would want and need. prince kit is on the other side of the hall, just across from you, if you need to keep an eye on him. and there was one more thing-- ah!   "

eric's eyes lit up then, as one of their maids wheeled in a cart with a bottle on it and a tray of wine glasses. he thanked them as he left, before approaching the cart and picking up the bottle.    "   di marino. named it after my husband, and the best product we make if i will be honest.   "    he then pours them two glasses of it. the liquid was dark, like blood under the moonlight.    "   it's made with the best grapes that we grow here, and aged in the sea. this one's actually older than me. you should try it.   "

a beat.    "   do you like the room? if you prefer something else, i'm sure we can arrange for it.   "

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[so i'm done with replies that aren't zeke and working my way through zeke rn, so i think i can start slowly trickling replies on dash.]