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[princess_of_ida]

Three for the gleam of a jewel or a smile.



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[princess_of_ida]

[John's been telling Danny a lot of things. He's also told him some details Ianthe wasn't privy to. Like Alecto being the soul of the earth. Assuming he wasn't lying to Danny, because God was a lying liar that lied.]

Oh, she's around. Pretty feral.

[ghostface]

( pretty wild that danny's outrageously jealous of a fucking planet. part of him was hoping that ianthe would tell him that she's dead, never to return, lost to time, rest in nuclear pieces. the knowledge that she's still out there somewhere rattles noisily in his empty spaces. another of god's favorites. his first favorite, before house. )

i guess i'd be pretty feral too if someone blew my shit up.

( oh wait, someone did. )

she must have loved him a lot.

[princess_of_ida]

Why do you care about dear Annabel Lee, Danny?

[ghostface]

just making conversation, ianthe. (: have you met her? would you say she's fuckable? john made her. she must be kind of hot.

cw: vore

[princess_of_ida]

I have met her. Not a fan, personally.

[Alecto was a tall, blonde, depraved, powerhouse. Ianthe was a tall, blonde, depraved, powerhouse. The one Harrowhark loved was not Ianthe but Catacombs Barbie.]

Though she is definitely fuckable, if you'd like your dick bitten off. And other appendages.

[ghostface]

oh, so she's freaky freaky? kind of like you.

( miss i'll beat your ass raw with your own dick. )

[princess_of_ida]

Perhaps. But unlike her, I have control.