Jean Descole

He then wiped off the crimson dripping from his mouth

“I may need to get another sample from her.”

“That was not ..”

He coughed a little and spits out some of the blood he drank earlier

“That did not sit well in my tastebuds. Odd, usually it’s sweet but there’s a hint of metal in it. But a faint sense of tingling came, pleasant but then not. Changing to being incorporeal numbed it so little.”

He carried her off to their chamber and placed her on the bed

“Two sides of you and you wound me with one. We can fix this, we can fix you. We will make you whole again.”

Descole felt that blood to be intoxicating - the scent, the cravings, the need to feel satisfied again drove him to drink as much as he did from her

The taste was sweet - appetizing - and when he felt a faint bitter taste he pulled back and then he lifted her off the floor

He didn’t say a word

You can borrow mine until I am blue.”

Descole then felt hunger - a hunger - it had to be something anything - She’s here finally something for him to bite into and to mark.

That’s his wife and no one else can have her or say otherwise

Chomp.

He gets closer to her face - their noses nearly touching each other by the tip as he looked down at her

“I haunt these pews. Something old to his something new. When you say 'I do'. It's déjà vu.”

Then he lets out his jealousy towards Sycamore

“He can’t borrow your heart until you’re blue.

His left hand grabbing onto her right and his other on her waist . He pulled her towards him as he sang in a bass tone

“I can't rest in peace.”

He then twirled her and pulled her down into his arm while he holds the other up

“Did you think I wouldn't fight for you?”

The moroi felt his arm twitching and the sword is becoming shaky as he found him aching to be pulled into her arms.

She was the only lady who could break a proud spirit of his in the “worst way” possible

The sword clinks to the ground and he rushed to her

Oh he’s truly a ticking time bomb acting vulgar even ridiculous towards a lady. Theres no need to take him seriously is there?

The constant arguments, lack of sleep, self care as a whole is taking a toll of him — He’s in need, he’s in despair

Descole had his pointed his sword at her as he didn’t seem to recognize her - his vision is hazy - blinded by his own dismay

“A temptress dares to come in my castle and swoon me?! I’ve had enough of these games of to be played. What purpose you have here? Do you dare mock me with your tongue?”

As the moroi soars his ears twitch as the little clicks of clapping reached his ears. He then stops and zips to where he heard the noise.

He then heads towards the balcony and there he stood in front of the demon. Making his presence known that he is not in the mindest to be toyed

He doesn’t stray too far from the island - originally he intended to leave the area yet he didn’t — without realizing he grabbed his sword and you can hear a few trees being cut and some branches are heard falling to the ground

“I have .. I have to go outside from here soon. The air here isn’t making anything better for me or anyone here. It’s too cold.”

He grabbed his cape and puts it on and the cape attached to his body like wings and then he sighs and looks up to the sky.

“I will .. I will return soon.”

reversed? To bring back stability as possible? I am doing this all for them .. to at least make things right?!”

He then grabbed a rock beside him and just throws it. A crack was heard as if he had hit something, a crustacean possibly. But he doesn’t seem to care at the moment.

But what does anyone know? He knows what he saw and what he remembers.

He starts to mutter to himself as he starts to find such people to be ungrateful to him

“Isn’t this what they wanted? I got one of our best back and now they act like she’s someone else? Do they want our progress to be

Descole was laying down on the sand on the island tonight. He had his hand on his neck as he felt a felt burn from when Sparrow grabbed it earlier.

He seems tired out, frustrated, and then furious that no seems to be listening to him. They’re all saying he’s wrong.

“ . . . .”

Descole stares at her up and down a few times as he is just flabbergasted on what she just said. He then muttered rather quickly.

“ .. I am a Sycamore. But he’s not .. he’s not fronting right now.”

“Randall. Please tell me right if you let these children in or not.”

He stood still for a moment as he seemed to start to think.

(Wait .. wait. No no. No. I left that idea behind along. But he’s right .. how could I do it if I don’t.. )

Descole then smile a bit as he chuckled

“I can rebuild the detragan if necessary. At least a vessel for her of course.”

Yes but— Ah. Nevermind. I will not keep to entertain this.

He turned around to face Randall as his eye twitched a bit

"Randall— Randall. We established already to keep her here to help regain her memories.”

It doesn’t have to be, it’s still chicken

If we were to follow the formula that chicken nuggets make you gay than we found have the logic that a chicken sandwich is likely going to have an effect that’s much stronger than nuggets.

I mean a chicken sandwich.

Oh goodness if that is the case then I could only wonder a McChicken sandwich does to you.

His gripped tightened as he sinked his ‘nails’ into his skin.

“T-That’s her! You don’t .. you don’t know her like I do! Neither of you! And the one person who I can ask about her too is gone!”

He clenched his teeth and closes his eyes as he tried to decrease his opacity

Descole was taken aback as he felt that force that Sparrow was giving into that grab. He was starting to feel uncomfortable from his neck almost like he’s going to suffocate.

“S-S-Sparrow. You don’t. You don’t need to find this necessary!”

He slowly lifts up his hands to grab his wrists

“Alternation in appearance?? Amnesia?? Be real. She likely had something else done to her after she was captured. Come now! At least try to consider that option?!”

..

“Tell what is it that I am missing then?! Hm?!”

Descole growled and snapped back at Sparrow as he didn’t appreciate that attitude he was given him.

“What is there to argue about?! Why can’t you accept the fact she is here!? I know what I see and what I know! At least it takes away one else problem from my list to do!”

Tell me what’s the actual reason why you decided to converse with me.”