Viola: bows her head slightly
Apologies, but those were different fae, not me
Fae dragons are indeed tricksters, taking after the original fae…that is less something happened to adjust the usual nature…
Vasillios: Continuing to growl softly under his breath, tail lashing one way, then the other
Veronica: -growls louder- Doesn't matter.
Oleander pops back in because he's Dramatic
Oleander: Oh? I wouldn't mind stealing your husband if I wasn't preoccupied with my brides.
Geneva, hitting him with a broom: Fuck! Off!
Viola: Simply stares at Veronica, still no emotion
Again, I can only say I am sorry for your loss
Veronica: Oh no, darling. I don't care now, I mean, I did then but not now. It's just a matter of letting another woman, a Fae, take what's mine.
Viola: Only blinks a bit, shifting a bit in the chair. Tail remains curled around the leg of the chair
Vasillios: Growling softly under his breath, then glances down towards the smaller woman
Viola, are you sure this is alright?
Viola: Doesn't look back towards the older, taller male
I will be fine Vasillios, I have been through much worse
Oleander: Oversensitive. It doesn't seem to matter to most of you non-Fae scum when I seduce your wives.
Jackson: It does, actually, you just don't listen to them.
Oleander: Quiet! You're not even from my universe!
Veronica: -Leather wings snap from her back, black claws ripped through her skin and her long fangs were now visible- I am going to turn you into ribbons.
Vasillios: Rolls eyes, growling under his breath
Just another reminder why us dragons hate the fae…
Viola: Though, oddly fae dragons are an exception
Vasillios: Glances down, a slight frown crossing his features, then looks back up
Veronica: Filth
Veronica: -Leather wings snap from her back, black claws ripped through her skin and her long fangs were now visible- I am going to turn you into ribbons.
Oleander: I'd like to see you try. Those claws cannot hurt me.
Vasillios: Shifting his legs, tail beginning to lash even more swiftly, showing growing agitation. Eyes start to glow a brighter blue, pupils thin slits
Viola: Simply remains sitting in place, still emotionless
Oleander: I love your eyes, by the way. Similar shade to mine. No one can resist lovely blue like that, especially with some magic involved.
Veronica: -growls deeply- Come closer and let's test that theory.
Oleander: Steps forward with a wide smile
Jackson: Don't-
Geneva: No. Let him.
Oleander: Want to try, dearest? It truly won't hurt me.
Vasillios: Rolls his eyes, hissing
Damn fae
Viola: Tilts her head, her own eyes a combination of ruby red with flecks of blue. Pupils are completely round, showing a relaxed state
That attitude reminds me of the Eldest Fae Prince…
Vasillios: Oh gods, let's not get started on him…
Veronica: -eyes glowing red- Come here
Oleander: Oh, you have lovely eyes as well! My strengths, unfortunately, don't lie in changing my appearance. Well, besides looking younger. And Viola is a lovely name, I believe Robin met a person with that name once. Helped them out of a bit of a tight spot. Of course, Robin was the one who caused it in the first place.
Veronica: -eyes glowing red- Come here
Oleander: I am here.
Veronica: Closer. To me.
Oleander: Don't try and order the King of the Dark, dearest. You come to me.
Viola: Head tilts a bit
Vasillios: Growling
Don't even think about it…
Viola: It's fine Vasillios. As I said, none of this really bothers me
Obhil: whispers Oh boy, here we go again..
Nevihata: also whispering This whole scenario is a repeat of the Sinistra thing 3 years ago..
Tachyn: Why are you guys whispering?
Obhil: Probably for the effect.
Nevihata: Trying to act like a different person.
Obhil: That's pretty hard for you.
Tachyn: turns focus back
Veronica: Don't order The Mother of Demons, darling. You come to me
Oleander: Veronica? I'm still waiting.
Geneva: King of the Dark, Mother of Demons, they really are a match made in Hell.
Jackson: Tell me about it.
Henry: He better not make a "that's what she said" joke when he's confronting her…..
Obhil: Oh Fenh'im..is this whole exchange going to be a repeat of 'no, you come to me,'.. Like confused lovers..
Tachyn: Tachyn finds that mildly amusing.
Veronica: -picks at claws- Does it really take you that long for you to walk over to me?
Vasillios: Well, this won't be going anywhere anytime soon since 'mother' and 'king' can't get off their damn 'high horses'
Viola: Tis how it seems to always work doesn't it?