Aɴᴄʜᴏʀᴘᴏᴏʟ⁠— @ASnikt

“...I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴍᴇʟʟ ᴏғ 372,844 ᴘᴀɴᴄᴀᴋᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ. Sᴍᴇʟʟs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀʏ.” ⚔︎ “Sɴɪᴋᴛ ᴍᴇ @SniktAndSnarl ! Sɴɪᴋᴛ ᴍᴇ!” Header by: aracnista Joined September 2023

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Aɴᴄʜᴏʀᴘᴏᴏʟ⁠— @ASnikt

2 years ago

@FewLivesLeft have time for the back-and-forth bickering the Cat King (and Edwin) loved so much, but at the other’s words, Edwin couldn’t help himself. “I thought we put your misguided notions regarding your feelings for me to rest. You can’t love me, you barely know me. You’re just lonely.”

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Aɴᴄʜᴏʀᴘᴏᴏʟ⁠— @ASnikt

2 years ago

@FewLivesLeft It fascinates him, how the Cat King always treads the line, invading Edwin's personal space with brazen disregard for propriety, yet somehow managing to keep his hands to himself as promised. He is all about 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕, after all.~ Edwin finds himself oddly drawn to this +

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Aɴᴄʜᴏʀᴘᴏᴏʟ⁠— @ASnikt

2 years ago

@DtectivCharles heart, healed the parts he didn’t even realize were bleeding. But now, Niko was gone, leaving a chasm in Edwin’s life that he didn’t know how to fill. “The witch paid for her crimes. Niko moved on. H-happy in her afterlife. It’s the outcome we hope for, right? Case closed.”

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Aɴᴄʜᴏʀᴘᴏᴏʟ⁠— @ASnikt

2 years ago

@DtectivCharles mastered repression to a tee. Growing up the way he did, experiencing the thing he had, he’d learned not to show weakness if he could help it. If he wanted to he could lock things deep within himself and never let them see the light of day. Niko’s death — Edwin didn’t +

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Aɴᴄʜᴏʀᴘᴏᴏʟ⁠— @ASnikt

2 years ago

@DtectivCharles “I — ” Chest constricting, he stared at the bowl, hands moving up to grasp it but unable to do much else with it at first. How was he? He was….he was…. “I’m fine.” He set the bowl on the counter and picked up the whisk, his movements controlled as he got to work. Edwin had +

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Aɴᴄʜᴏʀᴘᴏᴏʟ⁠— @ASnikt

2 years ago

@DtectivCharles “I — we never took a break before.” They’ve also never really had a reason or the means to before, what with being constantly on the run, driven by the need to always stay one step ahead of Death or the Lost & Found Department and feeling like their time was slowly but surely +

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Aɴᴄʜᴏʀᴘᴏᴏʟ⁠— @ASnikt

2 years ago

@DtectivCharles ...On what basis? He hasn't actually done anything. (Yet)

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Aɴᴄʜᴏʀᴘᴏᴏʟ⁠— @ASnikt

2 years ago

@DtectivCharles I hope that's the only similarity between you and the Cat King, Charles.

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Aɴᴄʜᴏʀᴘᴏᴏʟ⁠— @ASnikt

2 years ago

@DtectivCharles in the last 18 hours.

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Aɴᴄʜᴏʀᴘᴏᴏʟ⁠— @ASnikt

2 years ago

@DtectivCharles Edwin blinks, slightly taken aback by the non-sequitur. “The dead don’t have performance cafés,” he says, which should be all the answer Charles needs. “Is it for a case? I didn’t hear the postman this morning.” Translation: he didn’t have the bejesus scared out of him +

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Aɴᴄʜᴏʀᴘᴏᴏʟ⁠— @ASnikt

2 years ago

@DtectivCharles We wander, lost, a spectral pair. Through winding paths of shadowed gloom, Our friendship blooms in the darkened room. Your laughter echoes in the halls, A melody that breaks through walls. In whispers deep, we share our fears, And wipe away each other's tears. In moonlit +

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Aɴᴄʜᴏʀᴘᴏᴏʟ⁠— @ASnikt

2 years ago

@DtectivCharles Right. [Edwin clears his throat and counts his blessings that Niko is nowhere near to hear this exchange. The last thing he needs is to deal with her knowing smiles.] Here goes. [He opens the book at the marked page and starts to read.] In the crypts of our shared despair, +

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Aɴᴄʜᴏʀᴘᴏᴏʟ⁠— @ASnikt

2 years ago

@DtectivCharles conjure up a disguise. It wouldn’t be discernible (or important) to their enemies, but — “Yes,” he says, his voice gone soft, barely a whisper. “Buttons are tricky in this realm.”