[Open Starter- Father Gascoigne]
The Father’s grasp upon the stranger’s clothing did not release; instead, it tightened, and the single arm was able to lift their legs from the ground with ease. His beard brushed their forehead, and their eyes met– or, rather, they would have, were the clergyman’s eyes not wrapped.
“I,” he growled through grit teeth, “am no madman. You should not speak of me– nor my family– in such a way again,”
The axe, held in his other hand, glistened in the nearby pyre’s firelight as it was lifted, held at bay by a wrapped hand which seemed to keep both it and his rage at bay– for now. It was not the silver which glistened, but the fresh blood of a Yharnamite upon the edge. A raspy laugh burst from him, and was gone as quickly as it came, a mere sharp-toothed smirk having likewise vanished,
“Or it comes off, your head. Understand?!”
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“So…you are my ancestor and Uncle Stefan’s progenitor doppelgänger?” the blonde drawled, staring straight at the male witch in front of her. “I’ve heard a lot about you. My former lover told me as well the voicemails that my father has left me.” Ali tilted her head, observing him. “I heard that you had cause chaos in Mystic Falls.”
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Barry sipped on his coffee that he had gotten from Jitters, since it was quickly becoming his favorite coffee place for reasons. He had the day off from both training and work, so he thought he would take a stroll around the city. He watched as couples walked around with bags from shopping, shook his head as he took another sip and swallowed what he had drank. He glanced at his watch, making a mental note about replacing the battery and looked up to see someone staring at him. He furorwed his brow as he glanced behind him, then he pointed at himself. “Me?”