AugustRaes

"You're going to what?" "I'm going to marry her," I calmly reply, peering at my friend over the rim of my mug. Caramel blinks at me, firmly setting his mug down and rubbing his forehead with his forefingers. "That's what I thought you said," he sighs. I stare at him a moment before I tear my gaze away and softly rest my drink on the counter. My blue eyes study my reflection in the murky brown before they swivel to the side opposite of Caramel. Noteworthy has the same expression as our mutual companion. Now, I sigh. "… you're thinking the same thing." "Um… yeah. I am." My ears blaze with growing annoyance and I fold my arms against the co

The soft scent of scones wafted through the long halls of the Mortis Manor, filling every crevice with the aroma of a pastry breakfast. Servants bustled around, quickly preparing food, and occasionally reattaching a fallen body part as needed among the zombie workers. Young ghouls watched over boiling tea under the watchful glare of the head cook Lucretia, a plump, stern witch with no taste for failure or mishap. "Newt," she snapped, turning her attention to a young kitchen hand who was carefully setting the trays for their masters and mistress. The young werewolf jumped to attention and peered up at her with sharp yellow eyes, his clawed fi