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

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

Dante stopped bouncing his knee. “You’re right. Of course you are.” The door jangled with the sound of someone entering, and he turned to look. It was Reginia.

Alex stuck his palms out, soles up. “Touch them.” In one hand was a coin, in the other was a small, very small, necklace, with a dagger at the end.

Dante nods quickly. “Of course. She’s from Wyliop, Cas. That’s home . I haven’t been there in so long.” And he was just.. attacked with anxiety. Maybe it was because this woman was different. She didn’t seem witchy.

Alex cocked his head, then decided. “Let’s go.” He motioned Julian over to his bed, and sat down on it.

Dante was anxious. After convincing Cas to allow him to meet up with Reginia (Cas would be there, of course) he waiting’s in the cafe.

Alastair’s shoulder sagged. “You were given a choice. Not many people could’ve decided, but you did. Either way, someone would’ve died. Who’s to say what happened to that kid?”

I know this bitch is not a wrath demoni, I want her

Alex steps up. “Fine, then.” He motions around him. “Here? Or else where?”

Alex kicked him back and poked him. “You heard my threat, right? Would you like to see it in action?”

*ketterdam.*

Alastair smiled. “He sounded wonderful. What happened to him? How... did he die?” He set down the hot chocolate and faced Ryan. “If you don’t want to tell, or if this is hard for you, then you don’t have to, you know.”

Alex smiled even wider. “I’m a proud boyfriend.” He kicked Julian’s shin back. “And I will kick you to Ketterdam and back.”

Alex smirked. “Oh really? What, you could make noodles in a pan?”

*alex: I don’t understand why everyone is obsessed with top or bottom. Just get a bunk bed.*

Alex shrugged. “It never came up, I guess.” He dug into the food, enjoying it himself. “Can you cook?”

Alex slapped the chicken onto one plate, then the other. He dished the greens out, then motioned towards the plate. “Eat up, sweetheart.@

Alex smiled. “Wonderfully. Can you get plates please?” He started to turn the stove off, and dish the chicken out.

Alex nodded and then pouted. “A kiss who make it better.” He wanted for the kiss, lips pursed.

Alastair shook his head. “No one ever truly gets over a death, Ryan. What was he like?” He wanted to know.

Alastair’s eyebrows raised past his hairline. “You were FOURTEEN? How old are you, Satan Hell. I feel so sad for you.” He patted her knee.

Alex’s lips upturned. “Maybe you will.” He took the chicken out the oil and cursed as it popped at him. “God, I hate oil.”

*gay angst has entered the Chat*