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

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

*I like that his place and date of birth are mysterious/unknown*

*demoni could be anything, but mainly they consist of a elements, and the seven deadly sins*

Approved

(Aight your turn)

*yuhhp*

*I have a cathedral if you wanna rp Selena and Marcus btw*

😭😭Marcus would stand there, and Selena would cough awkwardly

(I like to think so)

Remy: and I remember thinking...

Ah nah we gotta go

Venandi frequent this area, training, mingling, and the such. Others come to pray, repent their sins, and try their luck. This area belongs to the Venandi, but witches come too. But sometimes, life turns upside down, giving you more than what you knew.

Remy: yuh get into ittt

Alastair disappeared into the shadows, the bolt— thankfully— not hitting him. He had gone into shock. Watched the entire scene play out, and now he was back, wasn’t dead... and...
And...
“Fuck!” He yelled. He closed his eyes, and knocked over his cup. “Fuck.” He pressed his hands to his eyes, stemming tears.

*BACK*

I come back to this love that

Dante stared at her retreating back. She was overreacting, like she always fucking does. Grimoire was dead, had died a long time ago. It was impossibly for Grimoire to have a child.
But still, Cas looked as if she believed it.
He turned around and walked into the cafe.

Dante stared at Cas for a few minutes, then blinked. “We are talking about something serious, and you’re making a joke. Grimoire is dead, Caspian. EVERY WITCH KNOWS THIS.” He closed his eyes. “Are you shitting me right now?”

Reginia (real name, of course, was Dahlia) watched the entire situation unfold. Her legs were crossed, and sipped from a straw. Turns out it hadn’t taken anymore pushing from her. She smiled.

Dante closed his eyes and exhaled. “What? What could she have said that was so bad?” He rubbed the bridge between his eyes.

Alex nodded. “Welcome.” He smiled, and nuzzled closer. “You’re warm.”

Dante shook his head. “Well it’s kind of hard not too when my wife storms out of a cafe angry for some ducking reason!” He grabbed his hair and pulled.

Remy walked away. The girls were chatting, possibly flirting. He didn’t want to interrupt it.

“Pride or happiness.” Alex repeated. “Well, whoever hurt you, sucks. They should feel shitty. But I won’t hurt you. I promise.” He squeezed Julian for emphasis.