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- Cypress/Ebony 15 3/4" Core of Acromantula Web and Poisonwood 15 3/5" Essence of Vampire Blood
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- 1/1997
Holding the ring between his white fingers as Hades Lutrov paced one of the many basements that his house had. It was almost two years after his inner being said that he wanted it, but it had been over two years since Hades and Etoile became an official item, seeing one and another. Etoile had not wanted to get married, but now Hades did. He wanted to make Etoile become a Lutrov. Etoile Lutrov. Hades looked around his basement that he was in, where the walls were decorated with swords of a variety. He decided that today was the day. It was June now, his oldest children would be home any day, and then there was the thought of his other children spending time over at the Zhefarovich Manor, learning about their ancient history, and he had the house to himself, alone with Etoile. They had a new child, a total of three children together. Estelle was named after Etoile's deceased mother, and Estelle was proving to be an angel. A beautiful angel with Etoile's eyes. Hades could not be anymore proud of the children that he was making. However the family would never be complete unless he tied the knot and that was what he was wanting right now. How Etoile would react would be the question, but Hades at that point just wanted to be professional, and still, he could feel his stomach churning like he was going to be sick. He was just nervous and afraid of rejection. Hades did not think a relationship would survive after a rejection like this. Then again, by now, he did not think he could live without Etoile in his life, and this would secure it and she would be living. While Etoile was under that Unbreakable Vow still, and he did not want her to try to leave, and die from it. Hades thought that he would die of heartbreak. He just could not live without her in his life, and he knew it. Hades was beyond obsessive now. There was no word to describe it, even now he thought that was he feeling was beyond feeble love. Etoile had become a necessity. Like oxygen to breathe or food to eat. What was this? Hades stopped pacing so he could look at the ring that he had bought for her, as it glimmered in his palm. His onyx eyes stared and stared.
Hades clinched the ring into his palm and he was sure that it would cause an imprint. He reached around and put the ring into his pocket. Now. He needed to pop the question. Right now. Hades ran his fingers through his black hair, as he ascended the steps to go into the main level of his home. Hades reached the level of his home, and he closed the door behind him that went to the more dangerous levels of the house. Now he needed to find Etoile so that he could get this over with before he managed to pull out of his decision. He went into the living room, and there was no sign of her, and then he traveled into the kitchen. Hades was still alone, that is until he stopped and listened to sounds. This was what he normally used to find someone or detect that there was someone around him. That was when he heard the sounds of the toilet flushing, and steps going into the master bedroom, his bedroom that he shared with Etoile. Hades turned around and he walked down the hallway where he ended up standing at the doorway where he saw Etoile in the bedroom, laying down on the bed. Hades narrowed his eyes for a moment, before wondering what was wrong with his beloved. Hades walked over toward her, and he knelt down. The metal in his trench coat could be heard as he knelt by the bedside. He was on one knee anyway, so it was the perfect stance. He reached over and took her hand into his own before he inquired, "Are you too sick to talk right now? I have something important to talk about." He was going to propose, but Etoile looked a little ill or something. So naturally, he pushed the proposal out of his mind right now, as his priority was to assist with Etoile. Perhaps a potion he could whip up would change how she was feeling right now, but he wanted to see what was wrong before he jumped into anything. After all, he did not want to ask that important question if she was a bad mood. He'd know that it wouldn't help in his desires to have her say yes. She wanted something traditional, and he was doing this as traditional as he could think of. The one knee and the ring, that was as traditional one could get, right?
Hades clinched the ring into his palm and he was sure that it would cause an imprint. He reached around and put the ring into his pocket. Now. He needed to pop the question. Right now. Hades ran his fingers through his black hair, as he ascended the steps to go into the main level of his home. Hades reached the level of his home, and he closed the door behind him that went to the more dangerous levels of the house. Now he needed to find Etoile so that he could get this over with before he managed to pull out of his decision. He went into the living room, and there was no sign of her, and then he traveled into the kitchen. Hades was still alone, that is until he stopped and listened to sounds. This was what he normally used to find someone or detect that there was someone around him. That was when he heard the sounds of the toilet flushing, and steps going into the master bedroom, his bedroom that he shared with Etoile. Hades turned around and he walked down the hallway where he ended up standing at the doorway where he saw Etoile in the bedroom, laying down on the bed. Hades narrowed his eyes for a moment, before wondering what was wrong with his beloved. Hades walked over toward her, and he knelt down. The metal in his trench coat could be heard as he knelt by the bedside. He was on one knee anyway, so it was the perfect stance. He reached over and took her hand into his own before he inquired, "Are you too sick to talk right now? I have something important to talk about." He was going to propose, but Etoile looked a little ill or something. So naturally, he pushed the proposal out of his mind right now, as his priority was to assist with Etoile. Perhaps a potion he could whip up would change how she was feeling right now, but he wanted to see what was wrong before he jumped into anything. After all, he did not want to ask that important question if she was a bad mood. He'd know that it wouldn't help in his desires to have her say yes. She wanted something traditional, and he was doing this as traditional as he could think of. The one knee and the ring, that was as traditional one could get, right?