Valerian Caius
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You say vain like it's a bad thing.
August 5, 2025 at 2:10 AM
the wine.
A tall, slender bottle, its glass dark as mourning attire, filled a unmistakable dark red.
He sniffed it once. Rich wicked. Floral on the nose, like the breath of someone you should never kiss twice.
And then he turned.
Her seat had already been prepared.
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A tall, slender bottle, its glass dark as mourning attire, filled a unmistakable dark red.
He sniffed it once. Rich wicked. Floral on the nose, like the breath of someone you should never kiss twice.
And then he turned.
Her seat had already been prepared.
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August 5, 2025 at 2:10 AM
the wine.
A tall, slender bottle, its glass dark as mourning attire, filled a unmistakable dark red.
He sniffed it once. Rich wicked. Floral on the nose, like the breath of someone you should never kiss twice.
And then he turned.
Her seat had already been prepared.
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A tall, slender bottle, its glass dark as mourning attire, filled a unmistakable dark red.
He sniffed it once. Rich wicked. Floral on the nose, like the breath of someone you should never kiss twice.
And then he turned.
Her seat had already been prepared.
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glistening with honeyed glaze and stuffed with wild garlic, thorn apples, and faintly glowing dreamberries.
Beside it, delicate finger pastries filled with goat cheese, arranged in a spiral that echoed a sigil of binding as a small joke between them and lastly +
Beside it, delicate finger pastries filled with goat cheese, arranged in a spiral that echoed a sigil of binding as a small joke between them and lastly +
August 5, 2025 at 2:10 AM
glistening with honeyed glaze and stuffed with wild garlic, thorn apples, and faintly glowing dreamberries.
Beside it, delicate finger pastries filled with goat cheese, arranged in a spiral that echoed a sigil of binding as a small joke between them and lastly +
Beside it, delicate finger pastries filled with goat cheese, arranged in a spiral that echoed a sigil of binding as a small joke between them and lastly +
"Perfect." he murmured, and the room seemed to agree. The flames danced a little higher in approval.
The food had been prepared by no mortal hand Valerian seen to that years of experience had granted him a chief's touch as he set the table.
First, a golden roast pheasant, skin +
The food had been prepared by no mortal hand Valerian seen to that years of experience had granted him a chief's touch as he set the table.
First, a golden roast pheasant, skin +
August 5, 2025 at 2:10 AM
"Perfect." he murmured, and the room seemed to agree. The flames danced a little higher in approval.
The food had been prepared by no mortal hand Valerian seen to that years of experience had granted him a chief's touch as he set the table.
First, a golden roast pheasant, skin +
The food had been prepared by no mortal hand Valerian seen to that years of experience had granted him a chief's touch as he set the table.
First, a golden roast pheasant, skin +
and my hands tragically empty until yours arrive to fill them.
Your Prince (for as long as it amuses you),
Valerian Caius. +
Your Prince (for as long as it amuses you),
Valerian Caius. +
August 5, 2025 at 2:10 AM
and my hands tragically empty until yours arrive to fill them.
Your Prince (for as long as it amuses you),
Valerian Caius. +
Your Prince (for as long as it amuses you),
Valerian Caius. +
So, I’ve decided the only suitable balm is your presence to take you up on your invitation to a evening of just the two of us over candlelight, wine, and whatever ambrosia tempts your wicked tongue.
Come to the palace at moonrise. My table will be set, the stars politely scattered above us, +
Come to the palace at moonrise. My table will be set, the stars politely scattered above us, +
August 5, 2025 at 2:10 AM
So, I’ve decided the only suitable balm is your presence to take you up on your invitation to a evening of just the two of us over candlelight, wine, and whatever ambrosia tempts your wicked tongue.
Come to the palace at moonrise. My table will be set, the stars politely scattered above us, +
Come to the palace at moonrise. My table will be set, the stars politely scattered above us, +
A night of simple warmth, of slow music and candlelight? Gods, how rare it is for anyone to speak so plainly of wanting something gentle."
Valerian rose to his feet shaking with the effort as he gently took hold of her hand in his.
"It would be my greatest honor my dear."
Valerian rose to his feet shaking with the effort as he gently took hold of her hand in his.
"It would be my greatest honor my dear."
July 22, 2025 at 5:12 AM
A night of simple warmth, of slow music and candlelight? Gods, how rare it is for anyone to speak so plainly of wanting something gentle."
Valerian rose to his feet shaking with the effort as he gently took hold of her hand in his.
"It would be my greatest honor my dear."
Valerian rose to his feet shaking with the effort as he gently took hold of her hand in his.
"It would be my greatest honor my dear."
"I should repay you in some way. Dinner? An invitation to a private dance? Name your price darling."
Giving the succubus his best attempt at a smile.
Giving the succubus his best attempt at a smile.
July 22, 2025 at 4:27 AM
"I should repay you in some way. Dinner? An invitation to a private dance? Name your price darling."
Giving the succubus his best attempt at a smile.
Giving the succubus his best attempt at a smile.
If you're going to kill me, please do it gently. I'm hexed, hungover, emotional vulnerable." He called out as the sound of footsteps grew closer.
"Veronica? Forgive the intrusion I-" A stab of pain rang through his skull.
"This is either a love nest, a trap, or both. Did I vex you in some way?"
"Veronica? Forgive the intrusion I-" A stab of pain rang through his skull.
"This is either a love nest, a trap, or both. Did I vex you in some way?"
July 22, 2025 at 4:08 AM
If you're going to kill me, please do it gently. I'm hexed, hungover, emotional vulnerable." He called out as the sound of footsteps grew closer.
"Veronica? Forgive the intrusion I-" A stab of pain rang through his skull.
"This is either a love nest, a trap, or both. Did I vex you in some way?"
"Veronica? Forgive the intrusion I-" A stab of pain rang through his skull.
"This is either a love nest, a trap, or both. Did I vex you in some way?"
Academic youth unfolded to reveal a weary traveler with eyes far older than his face.
"No I don't fall in line with others of my order. But I will carry the faith until my dying breath."
"No I don't fall in line with others of my order. But I will carry the faith until my dying breath."
June 26, 2025 at 8:01 AM
Academic youth unfolded to reveal a weary traveler with eyes far older than his face.
"No I don't fall in line with others of my order. But I will carry the faith until my dying breath."
"No I don't fall in line with others of my order. But I will carry the faith until my dying breath."