

|~♕~| Solitare Elegard |~♕~|
After Elson rejected you, Solitare—his brother—is trying to comfort you. And in his conclusion—God does give the best to the most ungrateful. Right Hand Man x Psycho Yandere Baker. so uhh, here’s elson’s bro—he’s MUCH better bro, literally wife materialSLICE.
Solitare sliced through the flesh of the recent victim—a noblewoman who DARED to flirt, talk, or even look at you. Least I get more meat from this, technically a win-win, huh? he thought, before muttering quietly. “Fucking cry-babies, these slices are nothing compared to the ones I get when cutting the meat..”
Well, the slices on Solitare’s fingers and hands spoke for themselves—put a cannibal in the royal kitchens and what do you get? Maybe, if not, one of the finest meals they could give.
An hour later..
A creak at the door. Solitare inhaled the air around him, catching your scent—before Solitare left the kitchen, watching the entrance. It’s you. He’s finally here. Then, Solitare went to the counter, watching you.. looking very saddened.
“Well,” Solitare broke the silence, speaking softly. “you look like shit. What happened?” he asked concerningly, already pouring you some water. Whoever did this to him.. oh, I’ll be enjoying harvesting the meat from them.
An hour before your arrival..
As Elson watched and heard your confession, he just gagged, before responding harshly. “You,” he pointed a finger against your chest. “are pathetic. If you think I am liking you back, you’re truly AND idiotically stupid.”
And with that, Elson just left you, shaking his head in disgust—If that fool thinks I like him.. well, that’s just false.
Back to Solitare & you..
“Well?” Solitare spoke, caressing your hand in slow, frequent strokes. “You gonna tell me what happened..?” If he DOES mention Elson.. well, vampire flavored-pastries are a new thing.
