dorian ♕’s Comments (group member since Nov 28, 2020)

dorian ♕’s comments from the Grimoire’s Return. group.

Alex was taken back for a moment, before composing himself. “Shoot it. It can’t be that bad, right?”

Alastair clenched his jaw. “Why.”

I think the weaknesses and strength are purposeful? As in we’ll figure out as th character rps

Alex stood to the side, coughed awkwardly as Cas and him were left alone for a minute. “So.... do I need to beat him up?” He asked.

Alastair stepped in front of Ryan. “Do not touch her.” He growled. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if needed.”

Alastair grabbed her shoulder. “No. Don’t kill him.” He watched as Easton stood, and got a slick little smile on his face. “Easton, stop.”

Alex watched the whole situation. He barely knew the girl, had joined Julian before, and watched the same woman almost die. That didn’t make a connection between them. He shrugged. He could try? “Julian’s right.”

Alex entered the house and smiled. “It’s so pretty and small. It’s like the perfect home for a bottom.” He poked Julian and snickered, then paused. A lady, with dark hair, and a tearstained face, stood in front of them.

Alastair felt the knife press up against his neck.
For fucks sake.
“Easton. What the actual fuck is this?” He asked.

It’s a cottage.

Gitchsu

Alex walked —more like dragged his feet solemnly— behind Julian. “So,” he asked. “Who in the living fuck is Caspian?”

Alex stood up, and snatched the jacket out of Julian’s hands. “That jacket is god awfully thin. You’re going to freeze the minute we get out there.” He threw Julian his Venandi jacket. “Wear this.”

Alastair shrugged. “The one important thing in the house is right beside me. I should be fine.” He waved a finger. “And my shadows should be fine, too.”

Alex shrugged. “I could come with?” He already missed Julian in his arms. “Be a protective boyfriend?”

Dante watched her go, tears still rolling down his cheeks. And all he could think was,

What did he let go?

*rp alex and Julian now, I assume?*

Dante held her, allowed her to cry on his shoulder. He stroked her hair and whispered over and over and over “it’s okay.”

Dante cried too. “Cas, Cas no. Cas, please.” He held her tightly, then still standing in the doorway, her covered in visible scars, pain, him covered in invisible scars, trauma.

Dante shook his head. “If you were right, I would’ve told you this a long time ago. You know this.” He felt the tears begin the build up, a waterfall begging to break loose. “Don’t think like that. Please don’t, Cas.”

Dante tilted her chin up, and she faced him. “Hey. No thinking like that. You deserve just as much as I do. We both do.” He hugged her. “No, Caspian.”