Felix's face is even more dull than usual. He clearly doesn't enjoy this. "Then he will be punished as well. Although he might already be dead, I don't know. Not my problem. Either way, this castle isn't long for this world. If you stay here, your souls will be snuffed out. I think you two would rather keep those, correct?"
They both, slowly, the blonde more slow then the brunette, come from behind their throne. They walk over to them both, Sparrow walking over to meet them, pulling each of their ears “You two are gonna learn yer lesson one o’ these days, ya hear?” They both nod, acting like the children they are, finally being fittingly punished. “Thank ya Felix.” Sparrow says.
"You're welcome, Sparrow." He sighs. "Come on, let's go home. I'm tired of bullying little girls." He pats the wrist of one of the sisters. "You two will be fine. A little wiser, I hope."
*Anybody here who wants to roleplay for a much time I may have?*
*Wendi?*
*Sure!*
*Who might you like? If anyone?*
*Anyone is fine, I don't really feel like picking in all honesty.*
*Well, I may intro the sin of sloth later, but for now, just Rowan and Tengen.*
Tengen is having a good, long cry in the forest, silent as tears trickle down the sides of his face. Looks at the sin in the sky, in his true demonic form. His helmet rests in his hands, the only truly intact piece of his armor left, his mask imbedded into it.
Rowan is writing some songs at the library, life has only gone up since he’s gotten married, and he plans for it to keep going up, his days of adventuring are over. Though he is bleeding from his ear, which he doesn’t notice.
Masuki watches from beside him, unable to do anything. Yet she cries for him as well, her dull grey eyes dropping crystallin tears.
Allison walks in and nearly jumps out of her skin when she see's the blood. "Honey! What happened?"
His head drops, looking to the helm, then to the sheathed blade at his belt “I think I understand… I understand why they made me this way.” He weakly whispers.
He turns up from his journal, instantly worried from her worry “What do you mean babe? Is something wrong?” He looks around, but obviously doesn’t see anything.
Felix's face is even more dull than usual. He clearly doesn't enjoy this. "Then he will be punished as well. Although he might already be dead, I don't know. Not my problem. Either way, this castle isn't long for this world. If you stay here, your souls will be snuffed out. I think you two would rather keep those, correct?"
They both, slowly, the blonde more slow then the brunette, come from behind their throne. They walk over to them both, Sparrow walking over to meet them, pulling each of their ears “You two are gonna learn yer lesson one o’ these days, ya hear?” They both nod, acting like the children they are, finally being fittingly punished. “Thank ya Felix.” Sparrow says.
"You're welcome, Sparrow." He sighs. "Come on, let's go home. I'm tired of bullying little girls." He pats the wrist of one of the sisters. "You two will be fine. A little wiser, I hope."
He shakes his head, leading the two sisters out, going for a moment to grab Rosemary along the way, before going out of the portal they came in through. The two sisters remain silent, looking at the ground “I hopin’ they learn somethin’ from this.”
*Anybody here who wants to roleplay for a much time I may have?*
*Wendi?*
*Sure!*
*Who might you like? If anyone?*
*Anyone is fine, I don't really feel like picking in all honesty.*
*Well, I may intro the sin of sloth later, but for now, just Rowan and Tengen.*
Tengen is having a good, long cry in the forest, silent as tears trickle down the sides of his face. Looks at the sin in the sky, in his true demonic form. His helmet rests in his hands, the only truly intact piece of his armor left, his mask imbedded into it.
Rowan is writing some songs at the library, life has only gone up since he’s gotten married, and he plans for it to keep going up, his days of adventuring are over. Though he is bleeding from his ear, which he doesn’t notice.
Masuki watches from beside him, unable to do anything. Yet she cries for him as well, her dull grey eyes dropping crystallin tears.
Allison walks in and nearly jumps out of her skin when she see's the blood. "Honey! What happened?"
His head drops, looking to the helm, then to the sheathed blade at his belt “I think I understand… I understand why they made me this way.” He weakly whispers.
He turns up from his journal, instantly worried from her worry “What do you mean babe? Is something wrong?” He looks around, but obviously doesn’t see anything.
"How do?..." She asked, sitting down beside him.
"Your bleeding!" She said
He looks to them, wiping away some of his tears “I’m… I’m okay, I just…” He looks back down.
He looks shocked, looking around himself “I am?! Where?”
"Cool! I just know that they work, not necessarily how." She pulls out a wooden spoon and swirls it around, summoning a huge, ornate cauldron. "The gems are on the inside. Would you like to ride my skateboard so you don't fall in?"
He chuckles. "Always boils down to that, doesn't it? Really, what I want is negotiable. I usually work in metallic coins, but gemstones interest me more. I don't trade in souls, lives, slaves, or anything that is sentient or sapient. Meat, food, herbs, minerals, etcetera, are all acceptable, even if they come from such things." He moves his other hand out from behind the tree to tap the ashes off his cigar. "But what do you want? I can get you anything. It's only a matter of time. I will warn you before you ask, priceless things are called 'priceless' for a reason. Resurrections, love, anything forged in the heart of a dying star, that stuff costs more than wealth."
"I am fine ma'am, I can fly after all." He spreads his silent wings, wings used to hunt in the night. His large black eyes reflect a picture of herself "Who are you if you don't mind me asking. We can use fake names if need be."
"I don't need anything... I am fine." She said quietly, grabbing her armor and quickly putting it on.
She claps like a little girl. "Ooh, fake names! I like that. Like spies! You can call me Madeline. It was my real name a while back, but a long while back." She leans close. "You've got real ugly eyes. Oh, wait, that's me." She frowns a bit. "Your eyes are fine."
"Really? There is nothing in this whole wide world that you desire? Not a single worldly possession that you want?" *I just realized that I need to nerf Denarius a bit...*
"You are not ugly. In fact, I believe people get more pretty with age. Like fine wine of sorts, my own Humanoid form is an older gentleman, about in his fifties or later." He said "You may call me Angelo."
She shakes her head "I am fine right now..." She said, wringing going her hands.
*Anybody here who wants to roleplay for a much time I may have?*
*Wendi?*
*Sure!*
*Who might you like? If anyone?*
*Anyone is fine, I don't really feel like picking in all honesty.*
*Well, I may intro the sin of sloth later, but for now, just Rowan and Tengen.*
Tengen is having a good, long cry in the forest, silent as tears trickle down the sides of his face. Looks at the sin in the sky, in his true demonic form. His helmet rests in his hands, the only truly intact piece of his armor left, his mask imbedded into it.
Rowan is writing some songs at the library, life has only gone up since he’s gotten married, and he plans for it to keep going up, his days of adventuring are over. Though he is bleeding from his ear, which he doesn’t notice.
Masuki watches from beside him, unable to do anything. Yet she cries for him as well, her dull grey eyes dropping crystallin tears.
Allison walks in and nearly jumps out of her skin when she see's the blood. "Honey! What happened?"
His head drops, looking to the helm, then to the sheathed blade at his belt “I think I understand… I understand why they made me this way.” He weakly whispers.
He turns up from his journal, instantly worried from her worry “What do you mean babe? Is something wrong?” He looks around, but obviously doesn’t see anything.
"How do?..." She asked, sitting down beside him.
"Your bleeding!" She said
He looks to them, wiping away some of his tears “I’m… I’m okay, I just…” He looks back down.
He looks shocked, looking around himself “I am?! Where?”
She hugs him tightly "I'm sorry Tengen... I'm sorry we are like this."
"You're welcome, Sparrow." He sighs. "Come on, let's go home. I'm tired of bullying little girls." He pats the wrist of one of the sisters. "You two will be fine. A little wiser, I hope."
He shakes his head, leading the two sisters out, going for a moment to grab Rosemary along the way, before going out of the portal they came in through. The two sisters remain silent, looking at the ground “I hopin’ they learn somethin’ from this.”
"Me too." Felix hands them both a potion. "Drink them." He holds up his censer as a warning.
He shakes his head, hugging them back “It’s… you shouldn’t be sorry, a broken man deserves to have nothing but broken tools, a fragmented sword and shattered armor.”
He feels at his ear, looking to his fingers and seeing the blood. He just stops, stuck looking at it “Oh… that’s not good.”
"You're welcome, Sparrow." He sighs. "Come on, let's go home. I'm tired of bullying little girls." He pats the wrist of one of the sisters. "You two will be fine. A little wiser, I hope."
He shakes his head, leading the two sisters out, going for a moment to grab Rosemary along the way, before going out of the portal they came in through. The two sisters remain silent, looking at the ground “I hopin’ they learn somethin’ from this.”
"Me too." Felix hands them both a potion. "Drink them." He holds up his censer as a warning.
They both seem worried, but drink down their potions after a moment’s deliberation. Sparrow holsters Rosemary, happy to have to back.
He shakes his head, hugging them back “It’s… you shouldn’t be sorry, a broken man deserves to have nothing but broken tools, a fragmented sword and shattered armor.”
He feels at his ear, looking to his fingers and seeing the blood. He just stops, stuck looking at it “Oh… that’s not good.”
"It's okay... It's okay... I am sorry.." she said, hugging him tightly "You don't deserve any of this... None of us should have suffered like this.."
He shakes his head, hugging them back “It’s… you shouldn’t be sorry, a broken man deserves to have nothing but broken tools, a fragmented sword and shattered armor.”
He feels at his ear, looking to his fingers and seeing the blood. He just stops, stuck looking at it “Oh… that’s not good.”
"It's okay... It's okay... I am sorry.." she said, hugging him tightly "You don't deserve any of this... None of us should have suffered like this.."
She sighs and begins to cast heal on him.
He puts his forehead to theirs, closing his eyes “You certainly, but I have… I’ve done things to deserve this. I love you… but I don’t deserve half as much love as you give me.”
The blood only stops for a moment, beginning to trickle once more.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
The smell of bloody, human flesh, along with the sound of moist footsteps fills the air as someone seems to enter the town from what appears to be a portal to a Roundtable of some kind. Through the portal comes an ethereal child, around the age of twelve, possibly younger from the looks of them, dressed in Old Victorian attire, which is also ethereal, as well as the only solid part of them, which is the skull of a Deer, the horns of which are unnaturally twisted beyond what one should normally be able to grow.
The Child rides atop a floating pillow, large enough to carry them into the town, the child seeming to have nightmares as they squirm on top of it, breathing weakly. The Child’s pillow floats to the steps of the Inn, resting on the porch of the Inn, leaving them to sleep there.
Where did the sound of footsteps come from? Why didn’t anyone come along with this Child? Why do they appear to be a ghost or some kind of spirit? How do they even touch things like their deer skull or pillow? Why are they asleep?
Cherry stumbles over to her, clearly in immense pain "He...He-llo..."
Lillian says nothing, but she drops to the ground and opens her bag, pulling out bandages and bottles. Her hands are shaking as she ties the bandages around the wounds and applies antiseptic. When she brushes your skin you can tell that her hands are far from organic; now that her gloves are off you can feel how cold and hard they are.
"Thank... you..." Cherry smiles at her
She seems to not be able to speak at this time. Slowly, she brings one shaking out of her bag and gives a thumbs up.
*Med check please*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
The smell of bloody, human flesh, along with the sound of moist footsteps fills the air as someone seems to enter the town from what appears to be a portal to a Roundtable of some kind. Through the portal comes an ethereal child, around the age of twelve, possibly younger from the looks of them, dressed in Old Victorian attire, which is also ethereal, as well as the only solid part of them, which is the skull of a Deer, the horns of which are unnaturally twisted beyond what one should normally be able to grow.
The Child rides atop a floating pillow, large enough to carry them into the town, the child seeming to have nightmares as they squirm on top of it, breathing weakly. The Child’s pillow floats to the steps of the Inn, resting on the porch of the Inn, leaving them to sleep there.
Where did the sound of footsteps come from? Why didn’t anyone come along with this Child? Why do they appear to be a ghost or some kind of spirit? How do they even touch things like their deer skull or pillow? Why are they asleep?
The door opens as Lillian steps outside for some unknown purpose. When she sees the child, she’s frightened, then kneels down and tries to wake them up
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
The smell of bloody, human flesh, along with the sound of moist footsteps fills the air as someone seems to enter the town from what appears to be a portal to a Roundtable of some kind. Through the portal comes an ethereal child, around the age of twelve, possibly younger from the looks of them, dressed in Old Victorian attire, which is also ethereal, as well as the only solid part of them, which is the skull of a Deer, the horns of which are unnaturally twisted beyond what one should normally be able to grow.
The Child rides atop a floating pillow, large enough to carry them into the town, the child seeming to have nightmares as they squirm on top of it, breathing weakly. The Child’s pillow floats to the steps of the Inn, resting on the porch of the Inn, leaving them to sleep there.
Where did the sound of footsteps come from? Why didn’t anyone come along with this Child? Why do they appear to be a ghost or some kind of spirit? How do they even touch things like their deer skull or pillow? Why are they asleep?
The door opens as Lillian steps outside for some unknown purpose. When she sees the child, she’s frightened, then kneels down and tries to wake them up
The Child only quakes slowly, the deer skull on their head shaking with them. It glows a soft red, and the voice of the child, nearly silent rings out in their head, “Please… I’m so tired… Five more minutes…”
The smell of bloody, human flesh, along with the sound of moist footsteps fills the air as someone seems to enter the town from what appears to be a portal to a Roundtable of some kind. Through the portal comes an ethereal child, around the age of twelve, possibly younger from the looks of them, dressed in Old Victorian attire, which is also ethereal, as well as the only solid part of them, which is the skull of a Deer, the horns of which are unnaturally twisted beyond what one should normally be able to grow.
The Child rides atop a floating pillow, large enough to carry them into the town, the child seeming to have nightmares as they squirm on top of it, breathing weakly. The Child’s pillow floats to the steps of the Inn, resting on the porch of the Inn, leaving them to sleep there.
Where did the sound of footsteps come from? Why didn’t anyone come along with this Child? Why do they appear to be a ghost or some kind of spirit? How do they even touch things like their deer skull or pillow? Why are they asleep?
The door opens as Lillian steps outside for some unknown purpose. When she sees the child, she’s frightened, then kneels down and tries to wake them up
The Child only quakes slowly, the deer skull on their head shaking with them. It glows a soft red, and the voice of the child, nearly silent rings out in their head, “Please… I’m so tired… Five more minutes…”
“It’s cold out here.” She thinks for a minute, then picks them up gently, trying not to wake them, and carries them inside.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
The smell of bloody, human flesh, along with the sound of moist footsteps fills the air as someone seems to enter the town from what appears to be a portal to a Roundtable of some kind. Through the portal comes an ethereal child, around the age of twelve, possibly younger from the looks of them, dressed in Old Victorian attire, which is also ethereal, as well as the only solid part of them, which is the skull of a Deer, the horns of which are unnaturally twisted beyond what one should normally be able to grow.
The Child rides atop a floating pillow, large enough to carry them into the town, the child seeming to have nightmares as they squirm on top of it, breathing weakly. The Child’s pillow floats to the steps of the Inn, resting on the porch of the Inn, leaving them to sleep there.
Where did the sound of footsteps come from? Why didn’t anyone come along with this Child? Why do they appear to be a ghost or some kind of spirit? How do they even touch things like their deer skull or pillow? Why are they asleep?
The door opens as Lillian steps outside for some unknown purpose. When she sees the child, she’s frightened, then kneels down and tries to wake them up
The Child only quakes slowly, the deer skull on their head shaking with them. It glows a soft red, and the voice of the child, nearly silent rings out in their head, “Please… I’m so tired… Five more minutes…”
“It’s cold out here.” She thinks for a minute, then picks them up gently, trying not to wake them, and carries them inside.
The Pillow makes it much easier for them to be carried, them snoring softly and stirring only a little as they are taken inside, the smell of human flesh not leaving them though.
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"You're welcome, Sparrow." He sighs. "Come on, let's go home. I'm tired of bullying little girls." He pats the wrist of one of the sisters. "You two will be fine. A little wiser, I hope."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"How do?..." She asked, sitting down beside him.
"Your bleeding!" She said
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 shakes his head, leading the two sisters out, going for a moment to grab Rosemary along the way, before going out of the portal they came in through. The two sisters remain silent, looking at the ground “I hopin’ they learn somethin’ from this.”
He looks to them, wiping away some of his tears “I’m… I’m okay, I just…” He looks back down.
He looks shocked, looking around himself “I am?! Where?”
"You are not ugly. In fact, I believe people get more pretty with age. Like fine wine of sorts, my own Humanoid form is an older gentleman, about in his fifties or later." He said "You may call me Angelo."
She shakes her head "I am fine right now..." She said, wringing going her hands.
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
She hugs him tightly "I'm sorry Tengen... I'm sorry we are like this."
"Your ear!!!"
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
"Me too." Felix hands them both a potion. "Drink them." He holds up his censer as a warning.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Wendi.*
He shakes his head, hugging them back “It’s… you shouldn’t be sorry, a broken man deserves to have nothing but broken tools, a fragmented sword and shattered armor.”
He feels at his ear, looking to his fingers and seeing the blood. He just stops, stuck looking at it “Oh… that’s not good.”
They both seem worried, but drink down their potions after a moment’s deliberation. Sparrow holsters Rosemary, happy to have to back.
"It's okay... It's okay... I am sorry.." she said, hugging him tightly "You don't deserve any of this... None of us should have suffered like this.."
She sighs and begins to cast heal on him.
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 puts his forehead to theirs, closing his eyes “You certainly, but I have… I’ve done things to deserve this. I love you… but I don’t deserve half as much love as you give me.”
The blood only stops for a moment, beginning to trickle once more.
(is anyone on?)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Anybody here while I am?*
*Welp, while no one is here.*
The smell of bloody, human flesh, along with the sound of moist footsteps fills the air as someone seems to enter the town from what appears to be a portal to a Roundtable of some kind. Through the portal comes an ethereal child, around the age of twelve, possibly younger from the looks of them, dressed in Old Victorian attire, which is also ethereal, as well as the only solid part of them, which is the skull of a Deer, the horns of which are unnaturally twisted beyond what one should normally be able to grow.
The Child rides atop a floating pillow, large enough to carry them into the town, the child seeming to have nightmares as they squirm on top of it, breathing weakly. The Child’s pillow floats to the steps of the Inn, resting on the porch of the Inn, leaving them to sleep there.
Where did the sound of footsteps come from? Why didn’t anyone come along with this Child? Why do they appear to be a ghost or some kind of spirit? How do they even touch things like their deer skull or pillow? Why are they asleep?
*ofc*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
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The door opens as Lillian steps outside for some unknown purpose. When she sees the child, she’s frightened, then kneels down and tries to wake them up
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
The Child only quakes slowly, the deer skull on their head shaking with them. It glows a soft red, and the voice of the child, nearly silent rings out in their head, “Please… I’m so tired… Five more minutes…”
“It’s cold out here.” She thinks for a minute, then picks them up gently, trying not to wake them, and carries them inside.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*yello.*
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 Pillow makes it much easier for them to be carried, them snoring softly and stirring only a little as they are taken inside, the smell of human flesh not leaving them though.