Felix, now sporting golden eyes, waddles over to her with a lunchbox. "Hey, Omori! I'm back, and I brought you something."
Felix approaches and presses his head against Helianth. "Hey. You've made a lot of progress."
*Double Felix time!*
Omori practically jumps out of her skin, whipping around at the sound of his voice. "Wha- Felix! You're back! How are you back?" She sounds both relieved and confused.
Helianth is silent for a while, before looking over at him with all of its flower heads. "Felix... I'm so sorry I wasn't there when..." it trails off, looking down a bit. "It's good to see you again."
"A friend brought me back. Not unchanged, but I am still very much back!" He opens to box to reveal a stick of pastel-colored wood with hot, shadowy dumplings on it.
He runs his paw along its stem as he decides to make it a hug. He's heavier, and has a lot of divine energy flowing through him. Radiant energy. "Friends forgive each other, Helianth. And you're my friend."
"It's good to have you back." She replies. After a second, her attention drifts to the box and its contents. "What are those?"
It senses this radiant energy, and seems conflicted for a second before quickly putting the feeling aside. "That energy... what happened?" It asks.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"A friend brought me back. Not unchanged, but I am still very much back!" He opens to box to reveal a stick of pastel-colored wood with hot, shadowy dumplings on it.
He runs his paw along its stem as he decides to make it a hug. He's heavier, and has a lot of divine energy flowing through him. Radiant energy. "Friends forgive each other, Helianth. And you're my friend."
"It's good to have you back." She replies. After a second, her attention drifts to the box and its contents. "What are those?"
It senses this radiant energy, and seems conflicted for a second before quickly putting the feeling aside. "That energy... what happened?" It asks.
"Void Pockets! They have unearthly energy contained within, that I harvested myself! I've spent a lot of time trying the harness light, but darkness could be an equally interesting ingredient. I wanted you to be one of the first to try them. I think they're great, but I wanted someone who has spent a lot of time in a dark place to tell me. I warn you, this is partially my own emotional darkness as well, so it's pretty heavy."
He looks up at it with his new, golden eyes. "I was about to be crowned a god in the Beastlands. The strugels do need one, after all."
"So, what can I do for you?" He asks, pouring them both a glass
"Not that one, the one that doesnt speak english... Toothless, maybe his name is?..." he sighs, tugging at his jacket. "I need food then..."
"I dont know..." she says, wiping her eyes. "I don't know..."
"Nothing. I merely wanted to meet with you and enjoy your company."
"Oh. Well, I can get you something right quick, don't worry. Anything you'd like?"
Mauric sits beside her and near her, trying to be supportive and respect her boundaries at the same time.
"Well, it's good to be graced by your light again." He smiles, sitting accross from them.
"Another BLT, please..."
She sighs, holding her paws together. "I gotta get home... thank you for checking on me."
"It is?..." Eito takes the tea and sips it, then sets it down and stares at their own luminous reflection in the fluid surface. "I find it repulsive. A mockery of the light of the One."
"Got it." In a moment he returns with the sandwich, as well as some crisps.
"N-no problem. I'm Mauric Tabrahain, by the way. If I can help you in any way, just reach out."
"Don't be ridiculous..." He says while cupping their chin. "You may not be perfect, but you're a prism, like me. Prisms reflect light differently, they all do."
"Bloody 'ell... smells even better this time." He says, grabbing the food. "Thanks, mate." He nods, taking a bite.
"Okay.." she says, not knowing what else to say. "b-bye.."
*i too must go, goodnight."
Eito stares back into his eyes, a bit surprised. "Thank you. This is my punishment, however. To forever inhabit a flawed vessel and recognize the dissonance between hyle and psyche. It is a shame, but it is deserved."
"No problem. Anything else you need?"
*See you around husband #2!*
*I'm here now*
His eyes, what once were red when they met at first, are now blue. He smiles at them. "Flaws are what make people unique."
"A cigarrete, but I cant have one..."
“I do not say it to disparage myself, merely to clarify why I am that which I am.”
“Yeah. But anything aside from that?”
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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.
"Oh, thank you!" Felix waddles inside with zero caution or worry. "This sauce I made is really good, and broiling with life energy."
He shuts the door behind them, opening some windows to let some fresh air and light in. "Real sorry about the last time we spoke. I expected to see you, not hear about you running off and planning your final dinner and a show..." he sighs, pouring them both a glass of tea. "That note had a hold of me. Anyway, I burnt the damn thing, your page, Cyvus', everything. And then I had a clear head."
"I couldn't find you anywhere. I'm sure you noticed the sorry state of your hinges." He gestures to the door. "I eventually just decided to look for other ways out. When that didn't work, I made a different decision: I would make my last moments enjoyable."
She sighs and continues to dance, shaking her head “You just worry me, I haven’t worried about anyone before but you force me to love you so much.” She says, smiling softly.
“I’m such an idiot, I can’t believe I suggested that. I’m such a- I can’t even- I don’t-“ He just doesn’t know what to do anymore or what to say, being very mad at himself.
"I would have killed myself of stupidity, if not for you" he chuckles, kissing her. "I love you."
"You were drunk... a bit needy. You only did what you thought would be good for you both. It's okay... she still loves you."
She kisses him back, smirking softly “You would have done the same, and you have. I love you too.”
He sighs “She’s too good for me, whatever, she loves me, I love her. I’ll make up for it somehow.” He shakes his head “Thank you Mrs.Padfoot.”
"So, what can I do for you?" He asks, pouring them both a glass
"Not that one, the one that doesnt speak english... Toothless, maybe his name is?..." he sighs, tugging at his jacket. "I need food then..."
"I dont know..." she says, wiping her eyes. "I don't know..."
"Nothing. I merely wanted to meet with you and enjoy your company."
"Oh. Well, I can get you something right quick, don't worry. Anything you'd like?"
Mauric sits beside her and near her, trying to be supportive and respect her boundaries at the same time.
"Well, it's good to be graced by your light again." He smiles, sitting accross from them.
"Another BLT, please..."
She sighs, holding her paws together. "I gotta get home... thank you for checking on me."
"It is?..." Eito takes the tea and sips it, then sets it down and stares at their own luminous reflection in the fluid surface. "I find it repulsive. A mockery of the light of the One."
"Got it." In a moment he returns with the sandwich, as well as some crisps.
"N-no problem. I'm Mauric Tabrahain, by the way. If I can help you in any way, just reach out."
"Don't be ridiculous..." He says while cupping their chin. "You may not be perfect, but you're a prism, like me. Prisms reflect light differently, they all do."
"Bloody 'ell... smells even better this time." He says, grabbing the food. "Thanks, mate." He nods, taking a bite.
"Okay.." she says, not knowing what else to say. "b-bye.."
*i too must go, goodnight."
Eito stares back into his eyes, a bit surprised. "Thank you. This is my punishment, however. To forever inhabit a flawed vessel and recognize the dissonance between hyle and psyche. It is a shame, but it is deserved."
"No problem. Anything else you need?"
*See you around husband #2!*
*I'm here now*
His eyes, what once were red when they met at first, are now blue. He smiles at them. "Flaws are what make people unique."
"A cigarrete, but I cant have one..."
“I do not say it to disparage myself, merely to clarify why I am that which I am.”
“Yeah. But anything aside from that?”
"May I ask you why you believe this? Were you told this, or have you come to this conclusion yourself?" he takes a sip of his tea.
"No, I'm fine for now... I've got a date coming up, so... I just need some time to myself to get ready, thanks though..." he smiles weakly.
“I suppose the second one, but it is obvious from a single glance that I am a being that is missing the fundamental elements of being made in God’s image. A farce.”
“Oh really? That’s awesome! With who?”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She sighs and continues to dance, shaking her head “You just worry me, I haven’t worried about anyone before but you force me to love you so much.” She says, smiling softly.
“I’m such an idiot, I can’t believe I suggested that. I’m such a- I can’t even- I don’t-“ He just doesn’t know what to do anymore or what to say, being very mad at himself.
"I would have killed myself of stupidity, if not for you" he chuckles, kissing her. "I love you."
"You were drunk... a bit needy. You only did what you thought would be good for you both. It's okay... she still loves you."
She kisses him back, smirking softly “You would have done the same, and you have. I love you too.”
He sighs “She’s too good for me, whatever, she loves me, I love her. I’ll make up for it somehow.” He shakes his head “Thank you Mrs.Padfoot.”
"I wanna marry you..." he whispers softly into her ear, the words rushed.
"Now, get back on the floor, you're still on the clock." she claps his back. "Love ya, kid."
She lets out a small gasp, looking into his eyes “Are you sure?” She seems very serious about it, though she continues to dance.
He stands back up “Of course ma’am.” He goes back to working.
"I couldn't find you anywhere. I'm sure you noticed the sorry state of your hinges." He gestures to the door. "I eventually just decided to look for other ways out. When that didn't work, I made a different decision: I would make my last moments enjoyable."
"I had burnt the page a significant time before the given hour... Truly, I do apologize for my absence. Your death was not your fault entirely, I bear a portion of the burden." He looks at the door, nodding. "Yeah, I saw. It's fine, though. It's my fault. Anyway... I've got some facts to lay down for you, if you'll hear me out." he sits at the bar stool in the kitchen.
He sighs and sits down. "Yeah, sure. I'm guessing this is pretty important, huh?"
"So, what can I do for you?" He asks, pouring them both a glass
"Not that one, the one that doesnt speak english... Toothless, maybe his name is?..." he sighs, tugging at his jacket. "I need food then..."
"I dont know..." she says, wiping her eyes. "I don't know..."
"Nothing. I merely wanted to meet with you and enjoy your company."
"Oh. Well, I can get you something right quick, don't worry. Anything you'd like?"
Mauric sits beside her and near her, trying to be supportive and respect her boundaries at the same time.
"Well, it's good to be graced by your light again." He smiles, sitting accross from them.
"Another BLT, please..."
She sighs, holding her paws together. "I gotta get home... thank you for checking on me."
"It is?..." Eito takes the tea and sips it, then sets it down and stares at their own luminous reflection in the fluid surface. "I find it repulsive. A mockery of the light of the One."
"Got it." In a moment he returns with the sandwich, as well as some crisps.
"N-no problem. I'm Mauric Tabrahain, by the way. If I can help you in any way, just reach out."
"Don't be ridiculous..." He says while cupping their chin. "You may not be perfect, but you're a prism, like me. Prisms reflect light differently, they all do."
"Bloody 'ell... smells even better this time." He says, grabbing the food. "Thanks, mate." He nods, taking a bite.
"Okay.." she says, not knowing what else to say. "b-bye.."
*i too must go, goodnight."
Eito stares back into his eyes, a bit surprised. "Thank you. This is my punishment, however. To forever inhabit a flawed vessel and recognize the dissonance between hyle and psyche. It is a shame, but it is deserved."
"No problem. Anything else you need?"
*See you around husband #2!*
*I'm here now*
His eyes, what once were red when they met at first, are now blue. He smiles at them. "Flaws are what make people unique."
"A cigarrete, but I cant have one..."
“I do not say it to disparage myself, merely to clarify why I am that which I am.”
“Yeah. But anything aside from that?”
"May I ask you why you believe this? Were you told this, or have you come to this conclusion yourself?" he takes a sip of his tea.
"No, I'm fine for now... I've got a date coming up, so... I just need some time to myself to get ready, thanks though..." he smiles weakly.
“I suppose the second one, but it is obvious from a single glance that I am a being that is missing the fundamental elements of being made in God’s image. A farce.”
“Oh really? That’s awesome! With who?”
He takes another once over of them, frowning. "I think you look pretty."
"Toothless." he says, tucking his knees into his chest and smiling to himself.
“You are kind.” Eito smiles faintly.
“Excellent!”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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"It's good to have you back." She replies. After a second, her attention drifts to the box and its contents. "What are those?"
It senses this radiant energy, and seems conflicted for a second before quickly putting the feeling aside. "That energy... what happened?" It asks.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Void Pockets! They have unearthly energy contained within, that I harvested myself! I've spent a lot of time trying the harness light, but darkness could be an equally interesting ingredient. I wanted you to be one of the first to try them. I think they're great, but I wanted someone who has spent a lot of time in a dark place to tell me. I warn you, this is partially my own emotional darkness as well, so it's pretty heavy."
He looks up at it with his new, golden eyes. "I was about to be crowned a god in the Beastlands. The strugels do need one, after all."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I do not say it to disparage myself, merely to clarify why I am that which I am.”
“Yeah. But anything aside from that?”
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 couldn't find you anywhere. I'm sure you noticed the sorry state of your hinges." He gestures to the door. "I eventually just decided to look for other ways out. When that didn't work, I made a different decision: I would make my last moments enjoyable."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She kisses him back, smirking softly “You would have done the same, and you have. I love you too.”
He sighs “She’s too good for me, whatever, she loves me, I love her. I’ll make up for it somehow.” He shakes his head “Thank you Mrs.Padfoot.”
*I might be back, maybe.*
“I suppose the second one, but it is obvious from a single glance that I am a being that is missing the fundamental elements of being made in God’s image. A farce.”
“Oh really? That’s awesome! With who?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Okay, I am back, does anyone want to roleplay while I’m here?*
She lets out a small gasp, looking into his eyes “Are you sure?” She seems very serious about it, though she continues to dance.
He stands back up “Of course ma’am.” He goes back to working.
He sighs and sits down. "Yeah, sure. I'm guessing this is pretty important, huh?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“You are kind.” Eito smiles faintly.
“Excellent!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.