Dance with the Devil [Seasonal Event]

RexannA your battle-worn tongue doesn't say the truth anymore that you are ruined As Rexanna plopped in the seat, finding her eyes squinting against the lights of the manor, she sighed quietly through her nose. She didn’t need to announce she was here, she was certain that Archebold had heard her. Still, she remained, elbow propped against the counter as she stared into the back of him. Soon enough, he set her plate down in front of her and sat across the way. When Rexanna didn’t make a move for the plate right away, she noticed Arche grab the knife and fork and begin to feed her. She offered a light huff of laughter before bobbing her head in a nod, giving him a look that seemed to suggest ‘yes, it is the least you could do’ as she began to eat. He removed the fork and prepared another bite yet not before offering another question. She swallowed somewhat hard, contemplating his question while she seemed to stare at him, though she looked as if she were looking through him. When she finally decided to make sense of it all, she let her sapphire eyes snap up toward his dark ones, offering him a roguish grin. “Felt amazing, actually.” She began, her voice a bit groggy and sluggish. “Like nothing I’d ever felt before.” She trailed off, aimlessly rubbing the other side of her neck as if she were nervous. “Does it just replenish you? Or is there another reason one might bite someone else?” She questioned with a tilt of her head and curious gaze. AND YOU WONDER WHY HE LETS YOU — THE BUTCHER TOUCH HIM — THE SUN

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