[ he is, really — sort of, anyway. on paper. wealthy and handsome, graduated from all the right schools, served his country, now holds one of the highest offices in the united states. mothers love him, because he's charming and sweet and funny, and surface-level interactions never reveal the rotting truth of embry moore, that he's selfish and unlovable, that he's on the fast-track to die drunk and alone, that he's broken so many promises and so many hearts that it's karmic retribution that his own is in tatters.
it's way better if this guy's mother ignores him entirely. embry never, as a rule, brings anyone home to introduce to vivienne moore, anyway.
the question takes several moments for him to process, not necessarily because dryads and the underworld are foreign concepts — he's a reader, after all — but because he's so fucking high that he abruptly expects the ground to open up and swallow them both into some otherworldly dimension where carnal pleasure doesn't exist. essentially, his version of hell. ]
Calm down, Persephone. [ he strokes the man's cheek soothingly through the veil. ] You only have to say yes if you really like the ring, which I'm gonna have to either make out of a cherry stem or steal off the next person we find passed out in the lawn.
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[ he is, really — sort of, anyway. on paper. wealthy and handsome, graduated from all the right schools, served his country, now holds one of the highest offices in the united states. mothers love him, because he's charming and sweet and funny, and surface-level interactions never reveal the rotting truth of embry moore, that he's selfish and unlovable, that he's on the fast-track to die drunk and alone, that he's broken so many promises and so many hearts that it's karmic retribution that his own is in tatters.
it's way better if this guy's mother ignores him entirely. embry never, as a rule, brings anyone home to introduce to vivienne moore, anyway.
the question takes several moments for him to process, not necessarily because dryads and the underworld are foreign concepts — he's a reader, after all — but because he's so fucking high that he abruptly expects the ground to open up and swallow them both into some otherworldly dimension where carnal pleasure doesn't exist. essentially, his version of hell. ]
Calm down, Persephone. [ he strokes the man's cheek soothingly through the veil. ] You only have to say yes if you really like the ring, which I'm gonna have to either make out of a cherry stem or steal off the next person we find passed out in the lawn.