"I don't know what I want to be, though. I dream of meals and carnivals and fires and bright, white lights, and black goats. Hotels and trains and colossal wonders. But I don't know how much of that is me."
"White lights?.." he tilts his head "meals make sense, the carnival is where I met you.. black goats could symbolize me." He tries to piece it together.
"I like to sing. Maybe that's what I should be. I don't know many songs, though. I need to learn more."
He nods and hands them the food, plate after plate all for him. "Eat up my love. I have to go check on something okay?" He kisses their forehead "I'll be back in a jiffy."
He slips into the shadows and reappears before The Church of the Lights doorstep. He rips off one of the flyers of the beasts, crunching it into a ball and throwing it into the trash. He then bangs on the Church's door, his golden eyes glinting red with anger.
She smiles back, just as warm before kissing them again, “I wonder what other firsts I can show you.” She chuckles, beginning to put the food in containers for later.
"Well, I haven't been.." he begins to list off multiple things that a typical person wouldn't normally do in their life time and shrugs "But that's just it."
She puts the containers down “Looks like we got a lot ta do, now which one do ya want ta do first?” She says, entirely up for making stupid choices no one should ever make “Oh yeah, ya fergot we can [gp] too, but that’ll come later.” She cackles like a crazy person.
He blinks and turns bright red, she can almost see the steam coming off of him.
The cackling only grows at the reaction as she hugs them tightly, patting their head “Ah, don’t let that get ta ya. Look forward ta it.”
"I know I know but I also.. have not done that before either." He shrugs and runs a hand through his hair "Oh dear, I am very out of my league."
She puts them back down, smiling wide “Everythin’s so much more fun when ya got no idea what yer doin’. Don’t worry, I’ll teach ya everythin’ ya need ta know.” She says, breathing in the winter air.
He nods and sighs "I am just.. unsure.. as to everything I suppose." He shrugs and looks to her "But not about you, not one bit."
“I’m sure I’m gonna love ya as long as I can, I’ve got ta thank Stroth next time I see her.” She says, “I’ve got ta go get firewood. Runnin’ low.” She begins walking into the snowy forest “An’ maybe make ya a jacket.”
"But... it's just a little thingy..." he says, examining it, "How could it hurt her?"
"Hmmm, like lunch?" he asks, leaning on scott
"They are messenger dear. They tell the bigger, scarier creatures when it's best to strike her." He explains.
"Lunch, dinner .. linner?" He chuckles
He stares at the sprite for a few moments, "should... i kill him?" he says in the most innocent tone ever
"Either works as long as you're dessert" he says playfully, "What are you in the mood for? I could literally eat anything right now."
He shakes his head and picks up the sprite. "Not now, but if you seem them again, do so." He throws it out a window like a spider that somehow got inside.
Scott nudges him with his elbow, laughing a bit "I suppose anything is good, I am starving as well after all.'
Georgie hums and nods, flipping through the book he's reading, "They were talking about some weird stuff, like 'fallen ones' and 'Winter coming"
Tycho smiles and nods, "You probably don't actually know the places around town, so how about the tavern? I don't eat there much, but they have some decent food"
*Ack! I missed this one as well.*
"Exactly why we don't trust them." He said, leaning on his pitchfork.
"Sure, I'd be willing to try it." He nods.
*Is oki :>*
"But... isn't mom a fey too? and the crow man?" he asks
He stretches, getting up and offering his hand, "Alright then, lets get there at some point"
He nods "They.. left the court. Now they are being hunted because of it." He explains "Just like I."
He rolls his eyes and follows him.
"Like me and... my siblings." He says softly,
Tycho hops off the roof, tucking into a roll, "Ah, good to stretch the old acrobatics"
He nods and hugs him "I am sorry.."
"That's not fair!" Scott says and climbs down slowly.
"It's ok... miss yuri takes good care of me." he sighs, "I hope the others are ok." he mumbles
"Hey, i'm simply created in other ways" he winks, "I spent most of my childhood climbing buildings"
He nods "So far they are dear." He explains and pats their back.
The being stammers as it falls, unable to move quickly without its leg. "My husband told me my name is... Egregore."
He sighs, leaning down, putting two fingers in between the jaws of the trap, breaking it apart with those two, freeing their leg “Nice to meet you Egregore. I am Ragnerious.”
He moves closer, tentatively reaching for the leg. "Hello, Ragnerious. I'm sorry for screaming. I did not intend to bother anybody."
“Even more curious…” He rounds the building, starting to write these details down.
“You okay?”
“It’s… a weapon? Not as cool as my scimitar, but made in its image, y’know?” He turns to Samaritan. “Oh, I can’t believe I forgot to show you my scimitar before!”
He can tell someone is watching him but he can't tell where.
He nods "Tired.. for once. Never got to sleep before."
She nods and he nods as well.
Thirteen looks around for the source of the sensation. Perception: 12
“Well if that’s the case you can have my blanket!”
He parts the scales along his spine and pulls out essentially a far more grandiose version of what he gave to Anna. “This is the Jaw of Ecstasy, my personal blade.”
He can tell that Sable is watching him, but he can't pinpoint from which window.
He nods, blinking drowsily "Thanks.."
Samaritan snorts, laughing behind his hand a bit "Suits you." He says and kisses him. Anna makes a face at their PDA but looks at the blade with more interest.
The being stammers as it falls, unable to move quickly without its leg. "My husband told me my name is... Egregore."
He sighs, leaning down, putting two fingers in between the jaws of the trap, breaking it apart with those two, freeing their leg “Nice to meet you Egregore. I am Ragnerious.”
He moves closer, tentatively reaching for the leg. "Hello, Ragnerious. I'm sorry for screaming. I did not intend to bother anybody."
“Your leg was trapped, don’t you dare apologize for that again.” He leans down, beginning to help them as much as he can “I was simply meditating.”
"But... it's just a little thingy..." he says, examining it, "How could it hurt her?"
"Hmmm, like lunch?" he asks, leaning on scott
"They are messenger dear. They tell the bigger, scarier creatures when it's best to strike her." He explains.
"Lunch, dinner .. linner?" He chuckles
He stares at the sprite for a few moments, "should... i kill him?" he says in the most innocent tone ever
"Either works as long as you're dessert" he says playfully, "What are you in the mood for? I could literally eat anything right now."
He shakes his head and picks up the sprite. "Not now, but if you seem them again, do so." He throws it out a window like a spider that somehow got inside.
Scott nudges him with his elbow, laughing a bit "I suppose anything is good, I am starving as well after all.'
Georgie hums and nods, flipping through the book he's reading, "They were talking about some weird stuff, like 'fallen ones' and 'Winter coming"
Tycho smiles and nods, "You probably don't actually know the places around town, so how about the tavern? I don't eat there much, but they have some decent food"
*Ack! I missed this one as well.*
"Exactly why we don't trust them." He said, leaning on his pitchfork.
"Sure, I'd be willing to try it." He nods.
*Is oki :>*
"But... isn't mom a fey too? and the crow man?" he asks
He stretches, getting up and offering his hand, "Alright then, lets get there at some point"
He nods "They.. left the court. Now they are being hunted because of it." He explains "Just like I."
He rolls his eyes and follows him.
"Like me and... my siblings." He says softly,
Tycho hops off the roof, tucking into a roll, "Ah, good to stretch the old acrobatics"
He nods and hugs him "I am sorry.."
"That's not fair!" Scott says and climbs down slowly.
"It's ok... miss yuri takes good care of me." he sighs, "I hope the others are ok." he mumbles
"Hey, i'm simply created in other ways" he winks, "I spent most of my childhood climbing buildings"
He nods "So far they are dear." He explains and pats their back.
"Better than what I do then." He shrugs.
He leans into the hug a bit more, "I trust that.."
"But... it's just a little thingy..." he says, examining it, "How could it hurt her?"
"Hmmm, like lunch?" he asks, leaning on scott
"They are messenger dear. They tell the bigger, scarier creatures when it's best to strike her." He explains.
"Lunch, dinner .. linner?" He chuckles
He stares at the sprite for a few moments, "should... i kill him?" he says in the most innocent tone ever
"Either works as long as you're dessert" he says playfully, "What are you in the mood for? I could literally eat anything right now."
He shakes his head and picks up the sprite. "Not now, but if you seem them again, do so." He throws it out a window like a spider that somehow got inside.
Scott nudges him with his elbow, laughing a bit "I suppose anything is good, I am starving as well after all.'
Georgie hums and nods, flipping through the book he's reading, "They were talking about some weird stuff, like 'fallen ones' and 'Winter coming"
Tycho smiles and nods, "You probably don't actually know the places around town, so how about the tavern? I don't eat there much, but they have some decent food"
*Ack! I missed this one as well.*
"Exactly why we don't trust them." He said, leaning on his pitchfork.
"Sure, I'd be willing to try it." He nods.
*Is oki :>*
"But... isn't mom a fey too? and the crow man?" he asks
He stretches, getting up and offering his hand, "Alright then, lets get there at some point"
He nods "They.. left the court. Now they are being hunted because of it." He explains "Just like I."
He rolls his eyes and follows him.
"Like me and... my siblings." He says softly,
Tycho hops off the roof, tucking into a roll, "Ah, good to stretch the old acrobatics"
He nods and hugs him "I am sorry.."
"That's not fair!" Scott says and climbs down slowly.
"It's ok... miss yuri takes good care of me." he sighs, "I hope the others are ok." he mumbles
"Hey, i'm simply created in other ways" he winks, "I spent most of my childhood climbing buildings"
He nods "So far they are dear." He explains and pats their back.
"Better than what I do then." He shrugs.
He leans into the hug a bit more, "I trust that.."
"Writing?" He tilts his head
He smiles "She'll be back soon enough dear. Spring comes soon after all." He said.
"I like to sing. Maybe that's what I should be. I don't know many songs, though. I need to learn more."
He nods and hands them the food, plate after plate all for him. "Eat up my love. I have to go check on something okay?" He kisses their forehead "I'll be back in a jiffy."
He slips into the shadows and reappears before The Church of the Lights doorstep. He rips off one of the flyers of the beasts, crunching it into a ball and throwing it into the trash. He then bangs on the Church's door, his golden eyes glinting red with anger.
The door doesn't open. It doesn't even make a sound, but the impacts bounce back and nearly break the bones in Donn's arm.
“Even more curious…” He rounds the building, starting to write these details down.
“You okay?”
“It’s… a weapon? Not as cool as my scimitar, but made in its image, y’know?” He turns to Samaritan. “Oh, I can’t believe I forgot to show you my scimitar before!”
He can tell someone is watching him but he can't tell where.
He nods "Tired.. for once. Never got to sleep before."
She nods and he nods as well.
Thirteen looks around for the source of the sensation. Perception: 12
“Well if that’s the case you can have my blanket!”
He parts the scales along his spine and pulls out essentially a far more grandiose version of what he gave to Anna. “This is the Jaw of Ecstasy, my personal blade.”
He can tell that Sable is watching him, but he can't pinpoint from which window.
He nods, blinking drowsily "Thanks.."
Samaritan snorts, laughing behind his hand a bit "Suits you." He says and kisses him. Anna makes a face at their PDA but looks at the blade with more interest.
Thirteen looks in through the window interestedly.
She takes the blanket from her bedroll and drapes it over him, then effortlessly picks him up and sets him down in the hammock.
“Well, at least you know I’m not compensating for anything.” He giggles, then turns back to Anna. “Hopefully it can facilitate your improvement as a spellcaster and as a person. Though I had a favor to ask of you.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I like to sing. Maybe that's what I should be. I don't know many songs, though. I need to learn more."
He nods and hands them the food, plate after plate all for him. "Eat up my love. I have to go check on something okay?" He kisses their forehead "I'll be back in a jiffy."
He slips into the shadows and reappears before The Church of the Lights doorstep. He rips off one of the flyers of the beasts, crunching it into a ball and throwing it into the trash. He then bangs on the Church's door, his golden eyes glinting red with anger.
The door doesn't open. It doesn't even make a sound, but the impacts bounce back and nearly break the bones in Donn's arm.
Donn hisses and tilts his head "Bloody hells." He grumbles "Open the blood doors you horrible cretins!"
“Even more curious…” He rounds the building, starting to write these details down.
“You okay?”
“It’s… a weapon? Not as cool as my scimitar, but made in its image, y’know?” He turns to Samaritan. “Oh, I can’t believe I forgot to show you my scimitar before!”
He can tell someone is watching him but he can't tell where.
He nods "Tired.. for once. Never got to sleep before."
She nods and he nods as well.
Thirteen looks around for the source of the sensation. Perception: 12
“Well if that’s the case you can have my blanket!”
He parts the scales along his spine and pulls out essentially a far more grandiose version of what he gave to Anna. “This is the Jaw of Ecstasy, my personal blade.”
He can tell that Sable is watching him, but he can't pinpoint from which window.
He nods, blinking drowsily "Thanks.."
Samaritan snorts, laughing behind his hand a bit "Suits you." He says and kisses him. Anna makes a face at their PDA but looks at the blade with more interest.
Thirteen looks in through the window interestedly.
She takes the blanket from her bedroll and drapes it over him, then effortlessly picks him up and sets him down in the hammock.
“Well, at least you know I’m not compensating for anything.” He giggles, then turns back to Anna. “Hopefully it can facilitate your improvement as a spellcaster and as a person. Though I had a favor to ask of you.”
He can see Sable looking out the crack of one but he swiftly moves away from it.
He blinks "You didn't have to do that.' he mumbles.
"I suppose I'll give it a whirl." She shrugs and nods, fiddling with her dagger.
He moves closer, tentatively reaching for the leg. "Hello, Ragnerious. I'm sorry for screaming. I did not intend to bother anybody."
“Your leg was trapped, don’t you dare apologize for that again.” He leans down, beginning to help them as much as he can “I was simply meditating.”
The scarecrow doesn't say anything, unsure of the exact level of fright he should be experiencing. He reaches into his shirt and pulls out a gob of black and gold gore, using it to stick the leg back on, looking up at Rag every couple seconds.
“Even more curious…” He rounds the building, starting to write these details down.
“You okay?”
“It’s… a weapon? Not as cool as my scimitar, but made in its image, y’know?” He turns to Samaritan. “Oh, I can’t believe I forgot to show you my scimitar before!”
He can tell someone is watching him but he can't tell where.
He nods "Tired.. for once. Never got to sleep before."
She nods and he nods as well.
Thirteen looks around for the source of the sensation. Perception: 12
“Well if that’s the case you can have my blanket!”
He parts the scales along his spine and pulls out essentially a far more grandiose version of what he gave to Anna. “This is the Jaw of Ecstasy, my personal blade.”
He can tell that Sable is watching him, but he can't pinpoint from which window.
He nods, blinking drowsily "Thanks.."
Samaritan snorts, laughing behind his hand a bit "Suits you." He says and kisses him. Anna makes a face at their PDA but looks at the blade with more interest.
Thirteen looks in through the window interestedly.
She takes the blanket from her bedroll and drapes it over him, then effortlessly picks him up and sets him down in the hammock.
“Well, at least you know I’m not compensating for anything.” He giggles, then turns back to Anna. “Hopefully it can facilitate your improvement as a spellcaster and as a person. Though I had a favor to ask of you.”
He can see Sable looking out the crack of one but he swiftly moves away from it.
He blinks "You didn't have to do that.' he mumbles.
"I suppose I'll give it a whirl." She shrugs and nods, fiddling with her dagger.
“What?” Thirteen asks. “I’m not trying to snoop, but I’d like to not be watched, sir.”
“Yeah I did!”
“The sword or the favor?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The door doesn't open. It doesn't even make a sound, but the impacts bounce back and nearly break the bones in Donn's arm.
Donn hisses and tilts his head "Bloody hells." He grumbles "Open the blood doors you horrible cretins!"
A voice calls from inside. "It's just me, friend. No offense, but I get the feeling that you would kill me the instant I let you in. We can still talk, if you want, but we'll have to do it through the doors."
“Even more curious…” He rounds the building, starting to write these details down.
“You okay?”
“It’s… a weapon? Not as cool as my scimitar, but made in its image, y’know?” He turns to Samaritan. “Oh, I can’t believe I forgot to show you my scimitar before!”
He can tell someone is watching him but he can't tell where.
He nods "Tired.. for once. Never got to sleep before."
She nods and he nods as well.
Thirteen looks around for the source of the sensation. Perception: 12
“Well if that’s the case you can have my blanket!”
He parts the scales along his spine and pulls out essentially a far more grandiose version of what he gave to Anna. “This is the Jaw of Ecstasy, my personal blade.”
He can tell that Sable is watching him, but he can't pinpoint from which window.
He nods, blinking drowsily "Thanks.."
Samaritan snorts, laughing behind his hand a bit "Suits you." He says and kisses him. Anna makes a face at their PDA but looks at the blade with more interest.
Thirteen looks in through the window interestedly.
She takes the blanket from her bedroll and drapes it over him, then effortlessly picks him up and sets him down in the hammock.
“Well, at least you know I’m not compensating for anything.” He giggles, then turns back to Anna. “Hopefully it can facilitate your improvement as a spellcaster and as a person. Though I had a favor to ask of you.”
He can see Sable looking out the crack of one but he swiftly moves away from it.
He blinks "You didn't have to do that.' he mumbles.
"I suppose I'll give it a whirl." She shrugs and nods, fiddling with her dagger.
“What?” Thirteen asks. “I’m not trying to snoop, but I’d like to not be watched, sir.”
“Yeah I did!”
“The sword or the favor?”
".. please. Leave the property." Sable says, he sounds tired.
He chuckles and begins to drift off. Half way through the night, he begins to have a nightmare. Something that lies behind his eyelids to torture him.
"The sword." She said, laughing a bit.
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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He nods and hands them the food, plate after plate all for him. "Eat up my love. I have to go check on something okay?" He kisses their forehead "I'll be back in a jiffy."
He slips into the shadows and reappears before The Church of the Lights doorstep. He rips off one of the flyers of the beasts, crunching it into a ball and throwing it into the trash. He then bangs on the Church's door, his golden eyes glinting red with anger.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“I’m sure I’m gonna love ya as long as I can, I’ve got ta thank Stroth next time I see her.” She says, “I’ve got ta go get firewood. Runnin’ low.” She begins walking into the snowy forest “An’ maybe make ya a jacket.”
He nods "So far they are dear." He explains and pats their back.
"Better than what I do then." He shrugs.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Must go soon, it’s been fun, love yall deeply.*
He moves closer, tentatively reaching for the leg. "Hello, Ragnerious. I'm sorry for screaming. I did not intend to bother anybody."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He can tell that Sable is watching him, but he can't pinpoint from which window.
He nods, blinking drowsily "Thanks.."
Samaritan snorts, laughing behind his hand a bit "Suits you." He says and kisses him. Anna makes a face at their PDA but looks at the blade with more interest.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“Your leg was trapped, don’t you dare apologize for that again.” He leans down, beginning to help them as much as he can “I was simply meditating.”
He leans into the hug a bit more, "I trust that.."
"Writing?" He tilts his head
He smiles "She'll be back soon enough dear. Spring comes soon after all." He said.
"Mhm, less useful." He shrugs.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The door doesn't open. It doesn't even make a sound, but the impacts bounce back and nearly break the bones in Donn's arm.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Yeah" he smiles softly, "I can't wait"
"Hmmm, i like your writing. And the weird little paper form is neat" he smiles
Thirteen looks in through the window interestedly.
She takes the blanket from her bedroll and drapes it over him, then effortlessly picks him up and sets him down in the hammock.
“Well, at least you know I’m not compensating for anything.” He giggles, then turns back to Anna. “Hopefully it can facilitate your improvement as a spellcaster and as a person. Though I had a favor to ask of you.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Donn hisses and tilts his head "Bloody hells." He grumbles "Open the blood doors you horrible cretins!"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Glad you are excited. She can't wait to be back." He says, smiling again.
"It's nothing useful though." He sighs.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He can see Sable looking out the crack of one but he swiftly moves away from it.
He blinks "You didn't have to do that.' he mumbles.
"I suppose I'll give it a whirl." She shrugs and nods, fiddling with her dagger.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The scarecrow doesn't say anything, unsure of the exact level of fright he should be experiencing. He reaches into his shirt and pulls out a gob of black and gold gore, using it to stick the leg back on, looking up at Rag every couple seconds.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“What?” Thirteen asks. “I’m not trying to snoop, but I’d like to not be watched, sir.”
“Yeah I did!”
“The sword or the favor?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A voice calls from inside. "It's just me, friend. No offense, but I get the feeling that you would kill me the instant I let you in. We can still talk, if you want, but we'll have to do it through the doors."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods, pulling away a little, "Even though it hasn't been the full season, i do really miss her"
He huffs, turning and walking over to him, "Scott, you're very useful"
".. please. Leave the property." Sable says, he sounds tired.
He chuckles and begins to drift off. Half way through the night, he begins to have a nightmare. Something that lies behind his eyelids to torture him.
"The sword." She said, laughing a bit.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘