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betrayal ages like fine wine [olalla] - JORMUNGAND Di ANGELO - 01-10-2023
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JORMUNGAND
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he was bored. he missed the fun olalla, him and blackjack used to have. speaking of, blackjack was gone and olalla's health had gone to shit and jormungand hadn't seen him in what felt like aeons. he missed their friendship, and he wanted to rekindle that. at least be nice to his daughter's not-boyfriend.
fuck health, wine solved everything, the italian mused to himself as he dug through bottles upon bottles. pulling out a finely aged bottle of red, he carefully wrapped it in a little pouch and made his way out of his house. picking up bits of paper and matches along the way he tossed them in the pouch and left his house. blinking against the sun to regain his senses for navigaton, he dug deep in his memory to remember how to get to olalla's place.
once at his doorstep the panther bonked his skull against the ardent's door, then slapped it a few times. "ay, olalla, i have some things we can do. we will do. we will be doing right this instant." yes, they would be doing exactly that this instant, jormungand insisted, mentally stamping his foot. it was about time they had fun again, they used to be drinking buddies.
Re: betrayal ages like fine wine [olalla] - Olalla - 02-02-2023
Olalla G. Semenov
Male— Ardent— The Pitt— Bio.— Plot
He had been stowed away in his home, writing in leather bound books for most of the day. But upon hearing the slam on his door, followed by the drunk yelling, Olalla clamped the book shut in his hand in annoyance and swept across the floor to swing open the door.
Jormungand's face was the last, least prettiest face he wished to see, and Olalla had half a mind to close the door but he was of great value to the Pitt. And Kold's adoptive father, so the friendly obligation was ever present. The beast drew in a sharp breath, smiling lightly. "Jormungand," he began, teeth gritting quietly. "How pleasant of you to stop by."
Olalla cleared his throat and sniffled slightly, sickness only worsening at this rate. But he supposed that's how it worked; it only got worse before it got better. He hoped. "And what will be doing, my drunken friend," the beast said as he stepped out of his house now, joints popping lightly.
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Jormungand's face was the last, least prettiest face he wished to see, and Olalla had half a mind to close the door but he was of great value to the Pitt. And Kold's adoptive father, so the friendly obligation was ever present. The beast drew in a sharp breath, smiling lightly. "Jormungand," he began, teeth gritting quietly. "How pleasant of you to stop by."
Olalla cleared his throat and sniffled slightly, sickness only worsening at this rate. But he supposed that's how it worked; it only got worse before it got better. He hoped. "And what will be doing, my drunken friend," the beast said as he stepped out of his house now, joints popping lightly.
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Re: betrayal ages like fine wine [olalla] - JORMUNGAND Di ANGELO - 02-02-2023
JORMUNGAND
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olalla's state concerned him. he didn't know if olalla liked him, but with a quirk in his brow he stepped aside for the ardent to move past him. "not drunk, a gentleman always waits for his lady before he starts drinking." he said, lifting a shoulder. "i brought my finest red. i was wondering if you would like to have a drink with me? might help relax yourself, you have not looked the best as of late."