Dance with the Devil [Seasonal Event]

Archebold kept his focus on the food cooking before him, simply grinning to himself at the sound of Rexanna arriving. He heard her even before she had stood up. He'd heart beat, the sound of life pumping into her, it served as a beacon. At the sound of the thud of her seat, Archebold would set her plate and sit across the island counter from her. Archebold took a fork and knife and began cutting the eggs and bacon and began to motion feeding her. "You're far too weak to really offer any sort of resistance. Allow me to cater to you. Seems only fair considering what I took from you." His voice held a soothing, calm to it. An ease which made every word spoken instantly absorbing. We'd wait for Rex to open her mouth before feeding her a fork full of eggs and thinly cured bacon, herbs scooped with them. Had she brought her lips around the fork to eat, Archebold would slide the fork out gently. "What did you feel? In those moments you felt before fading away, waking here?" archebold Death is not a defeat. It is a cure.