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Nott has a minion!

The Dark Lord the Cursed




Nott
Legacy Name: Nott


The Bloodred Tigrean
Owner: Daph

Age: 4 years, 2 weeks, 3 days

Born: April 13th, 2020

Adopted: 4 years, 2 weeks, 3 days ago

Adopted: April 13th, 2020

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


NEED TO REDO

He likes the contrast. Likes the way her skin is soft under his hands, smooth. Her hair is silky. Her hands uncalloused. She pronounces the t in water, matches her bag to her shoes, leaves his bed smelling like a rose garden.

It's an escape. It's an oasis, a sanctuary, an asylum. He likes the way she undresses, likes the way silk slips off and pools around her feet, like water, like wine. She reminds him of what life was like before, when it was about sly glances and cutting words, champagne and parties, his father's disappointment. He gets to come home, kiss her, chastely, ask her what's for dinner. His life is easy with her, light, sunny, without pain. He likes the contrast.

He tells her this, because he tells her all things. He trusts her. She is a constant, he knows this, she will never leave him. He grasps her cheek, gently, rubs his thumb against her jawline. Asks her what she likes. Why she is here.

For the first time, she does not look down demurely. She does not blush. She does not giggle. She tilts her head up, meets his gaze head-on. Smiles.

The contrast: he tells her everything.

For the first time, he realizes that she tells him nothing.

This is the light of autumn; it has turned on us.
Surely it is a privilege to approach the end
still believing in something.

Quote from October by Louise Glück.
Profile template by helix.
Story by me.

Pet Treasure


Deaths Cap

Coalbra

Bottled Moon

Magic Wand

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