doesitanyway | Duplicity Inbox

[ Duplicity is back on its bullshit. Ephemera doesn't take pictures of his sketchbooks for exactly this fucking reasons, but when there's a will, apparently there's a way in Duplicity. And someone - or something - has gotten into his phone and his sketchbook both.

The sketch is a simple one. Bare bones, something done idly. But with care. He's drawn the second time he and Trevor met, Trevor with his shirt off and glancing back over his shoulder, hair falling over his face. This was before Ephemera painted him, when they were talking it out.

A simple sketch. Not one he intended to show anyone. But when there's a will, there is, indeed, a way. ]

God, I can't believe I'm saying this...

[ Alucard inhales deeply before sighing. ]

There are a pair of what I believe to be mentally impaired Vampires in the City. They've managed to ruffle the feathers of almost all other Vampires that dwell here. Please, Belmont, don't slay them? They're harmless, really. I'll take care of them myself.

Trevor I'm in need of some brutal honesty and a decent wit. [And therefore she's here.]

— Master Trevour Belmont

A gift, to keep you warm through the winter.

In my home, we give gifts at the end of harvest - to keep us in good cheer all through the long dark to come. I know how dearly you long for home, as I do the same, so I thought to give you a gift though we have not known each other long, I saw this sigil upon your garments, and I thought perhaps it was your family crest, so I made this for you, so you could carry a little more of it. The wreath is usually given at midsummer and kept until mid-winter when we burn them on the longest night to ward off bad omens for the new year.

In all regard, yours,
Gilia St. Loe, Daughter-Sea, She Who Sings the Ocean to Prosperity

[ With the note comes a box that has been carefully packaged, scented faintly with lavender and rosemary. On the top is a simple wreath of leaves, bound together with twists of herbs and flowers that make it faintly sweet, with how it has all been carefully dried. Below it is the main gift itself. A jacket, simple in cut and design, though to the touch it's sturdy wool, and on the inside of the jacket, is the very simple wreathed embroidery - of a T and S, combined in weaving flowers. Something to keep love close. ]

I take it back. You are less of an idiot than Alucard.

Belmont, have you spoken to Alucard in the past ... week or so? He hasn't been responding to my messages for days and I'm becoming increasingly worried.

[ Keeping his word, Alucard had kept himself busy in the kitchen while he waited for Trevor to return. Sypha was out, he'd not asked when she'd be back, but he made enough food for her all the same.

Currently drying his hands on a kitchen towel and pouring himself a glass of wine, it was always nice to have a little drink when cooking. The Dhampir looked very domesticated and quite at home in the kitchen, hair pulled back in a loose, low ponytail, sleeves rolled up, and flour fingerprints on the sides of his trousers. ]

MEET FAITH LEHANE, YOU TWO SHOULD TALK ABOUT FACE-SITTING.

Mr. Belmont.

I'm unsure if you remember me or know who I am, but I was in attendance with you during the viewing of those product commercials not but a few days ago.

Seems I've received a summons to try out one of the products and review it.

With you.

[ Along with sending something to Adrian, he's also delivered a gift and note to Trevor. Seems Dorian has made a small care package of soaps, tinctures and a potion to aid with healing. ]

Trevor,

While I wouldn't have hoped to have been in such a situation, I'm grateful to not have been alone. Rough is a good look on you, but not beaten, even if it was inspiring to watch you fight. You don't seem like the sort to let yourself rest and recover, but please do so for my sake and likely Adrian's too. If you need anything, let me know.

Hey Trevor, I’ve just informed Vash, but I should let you know as well. Rhys is no longer in the city and I will be leaving my home in the Up for a bit to stay with you for a time.

I’m on top of things. Would you like to be one of them?

Hey next time you stroke my dick, can you not do it so hard? I thought you were gonna rip my foreskin.

Hi. Not sure if we have spoken but I'd like to have a chat with you. You're contracted with Dorian Pavus, right?

He offered me a contract but I want to talk to the rest of you before I decide what to do.

[Vash is pretty sure this isn't real, but it seems fun so he's joining in.]

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delievered first week of novemeber —

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about a week after Tumenalia

action!

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10/8 Post Event

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