Chateau Grief 311

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Chateau Grief 311

Narration(Xander): Esme Jones is busy right now.

Narration(Xander): It doesn’t give her pleasant sensations. Just urgency.

Narration(Xander): And a surprisingly sharp bite of anger towards the other participant.

Narration(Xander): I try not to think about it too much. Goodness knows plenty of others are too, desperate to forget what they saw today.

Narration(Xander): As everyone stood by, guilty, doing nothing as the brutal Evil Overlord murdered a woman in cold blood. Not even the real woman I killed today either, she’s forgotten. Her name was Brittany.

Narration(Xander): Kore timed it well enough. They shouldn’t riot again for at least another six months, by my calculations.

Narration(Xander): I can’t stop feeling it. What I did. And how she couldn’t breathe.

Narration(Xander): And now she’s puttering around Rhelan’s house…making marinara sauce like nothing happened.

Narration(Xander): If she wished she had the strength of will to kill herself simply by…refusing to take another breath. And no automatic reflexes of soul or body would override it. Inhuman strength.

Narration(Xander): Unlike me.

Narration(Xander): Good thing I’ve decided she’s a toxic unpleasant old witch. And I hate marinara sauce.

Author Notes:

Bet he also hates handmade 4 cheese ravioli, beef bourguignon with wild mushrooms and bacon,  and sourdough garlic bread. 

characters: just Xander wow, seriously?

Episode Recap: 

Xander is sitting quietly in a corner of the coffee shop, being have. Being extremely have. He’s kind of shaky, which is what happens when you let your blood sugar get super low Xander. He’s watching the island recover from their rioting. Turns out he’s not exactly James Bond when it comes to either women or the metaphorical double-O. He can’t drag his mind away from Kore right now, even though he’s trying. He is not happy with what he did today, and feels like she forced him into it. And he’s mad at himself for being weak. And he hates marinara sauce. He needed to tell you this. Tell ya tha truth, I’m not seeing any free scones around literally anywhere. Think of all the disasters that could have been averted if they’d just started feeding Xander scones at this point!