s t o p & STARE
Dec 23, 2016 2:13:04 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker kelsier on Dec 23, 2016 2:13:04 GMT -5
Wowie zowie mon petit chou, how glad am I that I got to actually start talking to you. I don't think I've ever met anyone so sweet and caring as you! You're a fantastic friend and a wonderful person. I'm so lucky to call you mon ami! <3 <3 <3 <3
For your gifts I decided to make you a playlist of songs I thought that maybe you had not heard but might like. I also chose to make you some tables despite the fact that I know you're a goddess at tables. I figured I always love receiving tables though so why not????
The playlist ( x )
SENALIA LIVERY
"oh the genius of pain,
without a name, without a name"
Seven.
He grunts softly as his head is thrown back and he is rocked within his holdings. A tooth, half rotten and loose already goes flying from between his lips with a gob of spit and blood. Blood dribbles down his chin and when he slumps forwards it drips into a growing puddle between his bare feet.
PLEASE DON'T LET ME HURT YOU MORE
LILITH
IT'S IN YOUR STARE AND AT YOUR CORE.Seven.
He grunts softly as his head is thrown back and he is rocked within his holdings. A tooth, half rotten and loose already goes flying from between his lips with a gob of spit and blood. Blood dribbles down his chin and when he slumps forwards it drips into a growing puddle between his bare feet.
BELLADONNA
CROCETTI
CROCETTI
"oh the genius of pain,
without a name, without a name"
Seven.
He grunts softly as his head is thrown back and he is rocked within his holdings. A tooth, half rotten and loose already goes flying from between his lips with a gob of spit and blood. Blood dribbles down his chin and when he slumps forwards it drips into a growing puddle between his bare feet.
BELLADONNA
CROCETTI
CROCETTI
"oh the genius of pain,
without a name, without a name"
Seven.
He grunts softly as his head is thrown back and he is rocked within his holdings. A tooth, half rotten and loose already goes flying from between his lips with a gob of spit and blood. Blood dribbles down his chin and when he slumps forwards it drips into a growing puddle between his bare feet.
Charon seems like an interesting figure because it was basically his job to ferry souls across the river styx to the underworld. To make sure they had a safe arrival, a fee of a coin was put in a body's mouth. This translation of him however, would turn him into a real actual factual sailor. He's probably intent upon building a perfect raft, and that's often where he an be found, at the beach building when he's not conducting business. He fancies that one day he could sail off the edge of the worlds into the underworld to finally be at peace. He believes himself to be ages old, a recycled soul that has been reborn again and again simply to act as a ferry man between worlds. Penelope and Learna were the first of the Libertines that Charon met. In fact, when they died, he distinctly remembers ferrying their souls across.
Not only does he build rafts however, if you're looking to make a deal with the devil per say, Charon is the one to go through. He can get rid of a body for you with a snap of his fingers, all you need to do is give him the proper payment. He can also connect you with a higher power to deal with the ones that still breathe first. His value is in his many connections that allow him to make a person disappear almost too easily. He can be found only in the seediest of establishments, always surrounded by a group of people, that soft, knowing smile on his lips. He's see the other side, you know, he's had near death experiences. He has an outlook on death far too old for his years, he's far from afraid of it. Only searching.
He's created all these connections over the years, a boy who just seemed to become out of nowhere. No one knows who his parents are, he's been wandering the streets since he was a toddler, alone since his beginnings.
Charon seems like an interesting figure because it was basically his job to ferry souls across the river styx to the underworld. To make sure they had a safe arrival, a fee of a coin was put in a body's mouth. This translation of him however, would turn him into a real actual factual sailor. He's probably intent upon building a perfect raft, and that's often where he an be found, at the beach building when he's not conducting business. He fancies that one day he could sail off the edge of the worlds into the underworld to finally be at peace. He believes himself to be ages old, a recycled soul that has been reborn again and again simply to act as a ferry man between worlds. Penelope and Learna were the first of the Libertines that Charon met. In fact, when they died, he distinctly remembers ferrying their souls across.
Not only does he build rafts however, if you're looking to make a deal with the devil per say, Charon is the one to go through. He can get rid of a body for you with a snap of his fingers, all you need to do is give him the proper payment. He can also connect you with a higher power to deal with the ones that still breathe first. His value is in his many connections that allow him to make a person disappear almost too easily. He can be found only in the seediest of establishments, always surrounded by a group of people, that soft, knowing smile on his lips. He's see the other side, you know, he's had near death experiences. He has an outlook on death far too old for his years, he's far from afraid of it. Only searching.
He's created all these connections over the years, a boy who just seemed to become out of nowhere. No one knows who his parents are, he's been wandering the streets since he was a toddler, alone since his beginnings.
Charon seems like an interesting figure because it was basically his job to ferry souls across the river styx to the underworld. To make sure they had a safe arrival, a fee of a coin was put in a body's mouth. This translation of him however, would turn him into a real actual factual sailor. He's probably intent upon building a perfect raft, and that's often where he an be found, at the beach building when he's not conducting business. He fancies that one day he could sail off the edge of the worlds into the underworld to finally be at peace. He believes himself to be ages old, a recycled soul that has been reborn again and again simply to act as a ferry man between worlds. Penelope and Learna were the first of the Libertines that Charon met. In fact, when they died, he distinctly remembers ferrying their souls across.
Not only does he build rafts however, if you're looking to make a deal with the devil per say, Charon is the one to go through. He can get rid of a body for you with a snap of his fingers, all you need to do is give him the proper payment. He can also connect you with a higher power to deal with the ones that still breathe first. His value is in his many connections that allow him to make a person disappear almost too easily. He can be found only in the seediest of establishments, always surrounded by a group of people, that soft, knowing smile on his lips. He's see the other side, you know, he's had near death experiences. He has an outlook on death far too old for his years, he's far from afraid of it. Only searching.
He's created all these connections over the years, a boy who just seemed to become out of nowhere. No one knows who his parents are, he's been wandering the streets since he was a toddler, alone since his beginnings.
