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[his_deception]

Cold.

The Nightmare begs. Currying deception, Dream Weavers so stilled.

Atropos would smile the sweeter.

And You, so silent. An Exodus...?

~

[ ooc : such a wretched thing, the fear of having lost favour with dear Rosiel-sama ~ ♥ ~ ah, and... trouble sleeping, perhaps...? Oh, who's to tell, he's ever the oddity. ]

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[wishforfreedom]

What troubles you?

[his_deception]

...Lady.

[wishforfreedom]

Would you like to meet me in person? I know you are avoiding him.

[his_deception]

See you... his face...

As the Lady commands.

I've no say in such things.

[favoriteangel]

Such a bundle of tragedy.

[his_deception]

Kirie.

This city holds you in grace, I see.

How is it for you to laugh, when He does not...?

[besteamaker]

Ah! Lieutenant Katan?

[his_deception]

'Commander'.

[ ooc : someone doesn't like any figure claiming even a sliver of Rosiel's authority. ]

[besteamaker]

Assistant to Commissioner here.

[his_deception]

Report, One of Thrones...?