Legends tell of Eurydice, Eiothera, And Yentym. All the same person, the god of hope. It appears to everybody differently. It manifests as a person of the viewers true most desire in a person: A friend, a foe, a caretaker, a lover, a genuine partner, or a parental figure, and many other forms. The species, height, and gender (male, female, nonbinary) entirely depend on the inner most desire of the observer, and they are kind to all who greet them. The question is, what does Yentym look like to you?
Rag, who has been working on building a home for a friend, the home beginning to come together, has noticed the presence of the god of hope. Strangely enough, when he looks to the presence, he doesn’t see anything at all, his mind entirely lacking something he desires more than anything else, and this leaves Rag confused as to what the presence is.
Yentym notices their absence of a form, and peers deep into Rag's soul, trying to find something to cling to, to make themselves known. They find nothing, and decide to go with a basic form. A genderless, tall and lanky in stature wolfkind. "Your soul is at peace... strange."
He raises an eyebrow upon seeing them, looking down to them curiously “At peace? I would not say that. Who are you may I ask?” He asks just as curiously, putting down his tools and getting on one knee, leaning down to look more closely at them.
"well, desire wise..." they sigh, looking up to the sky. "A common question. Yntham, Eurydice, many other names... The God of Hope, The God of Love... I become the person one desires the most." They shift rapidly, taking Silyxer's Dragon-Borne form. "A lover, a foe... A friend... so on and so forth." Their voice matches Sil's, eerie...
His face contorts in a moment of rage before calming down, taking a deep breath as a wave of warmth envelops them “I do not desire anything worth desiring. I only love my family and friends, there is no lover I could want, as I am alone.” He says calmly, continuing to build the home.
"I don't become a specific person." They explain, returning to the wolfkind shape. "I become your perfect idea of whatever. A foe, a friend. What would be your ideal opponent? Species, height, gender, etcetera. That is what I become for you. But, you guard your heart from outwardly being read, so... I don't know what you want."
“My wants are not my needs, if I made the ultimate opponent for myself nothing would hope to compare, and therefore every fight after wouldn’t be the same. No lover is worth making, nor friend or foe. Love must be true to blossom fully, you are not true in the slightest. I apologize that you are this way.”
"It is my purpose. I did not say I enjoy it." They sigh, sitting down. "5 outings is my policy, before any sort of physical contact though, so it is not as instant as you think."
“There is no such thing as a purpose for a sentient being. Either way, going on 5 dates seems… it is not my place to judge, you are a god, I am not. I apologize all the same.” He shakes his head “I’m sorry.”
*Uhhhh didn't think we get this far. Perhaps Merabelle, Tim, and Tengen."
*Rarely does anyone think this far.*
Merabelle is at the cave, making a meal for herself and two children she has adopted. The smell coming out of the cave, though animals around know not to mess with Merabelle.
Tim is sitting in front of the Inn reading the book he borrowed from Omori on magic. He has a bright glow of wonder in his eyes.
Tengen has secluded himself to meditate. Taking deep breaths as blue hellfire swirls in a circle around himself, burning away the snow.
"It is my purpose. I did not say I enjoy it." They sigh, sitting down. "5 outings is my policy, before any sort of physical contact though, so it is not as instant as you think."
“There is no such thing as a purpose for a sentient being. Either way, going on 5 dates seems… it is not my place to judge, you are a god, I am not. I apologize all the same.” He shakes his head “I’m sorry.”
"They're not all dates. They're talks, visits. I've helped people, genuinely. Though, I do not relish the ones who only want sex. I prefer the ones who just want somebody to be close to. You cannot judge, no. Nobody has that right, not even me. I can sense, now after talking with you, that you only want friends in this world... nothing more. Correct?"
He shakes his head “All I have is friends, I had a son once, but he died. I would not mind having another, one I could truly connect with, but it is a matter of love to me. An emotional connection deeper than simply a kiss and a chat. I don’t know what I want in this world, even after all these years, but it doesn’t matter, I’ll just see what I want when I get it.”
*Uhhhh didn't think we get this far. Perhaps Merabelle, Tim, and Tengen."
*Rarely does anyone think this far.*
Merabelle is at the cave, making a meal for herself and two children she has adopted. The smell coming out of the cave, though animals around know not to mess with Merabelle.
Tim is sitting in front of the Inn reading the book he borrowed from Omori on magic. He has a bright glow of wonder in his eyes.
Tengen has secluded himself to meditate. Taking deep breaths as blue hellfire swirls in a circle around himself, burning away the snow.
Edwin peers in and waves pleasently. He carries a load of different parts in his arms, some scrap metal, and a bag of bolts.
He hears humming coming from afar and there is Minnie with Coconut. She waves him "Ello dearest, how're you?" She beams.
He can see Max watching him from afar again. He isn't dressed like he normally is anymore. He wears a black jacket with a zip-up from, a pair of blue jeans, heavy work boots, and a pair of thick gloves. His mouth and nose are covered by a solid black mask.
*Uhhhh didn't think we get this far. Perhaps Merabelle, Tim, and Tengen."
*Rarely does anyone think this far.*
Merabelle is at the cave, making a meal for herself and two children she has adopted. The smell coming out of the cave, though animals around know not to mess with Merabelle.
Tim is sitting in front of the Inn reading the book he borrowed from Omori on magic. He has a bright glow of wonder in his eyes.
Tengen has secluded himself to meditate. Taking deep breaths as blue hellfire swirls in a circle around himself, burning away the snow.
Edwin peers in and waves pleasently. He carries a load of different parts in his arms, some scrap metal, and a bag of bolts.
He hears humming coming from afar and there is Minnie with Coconut. She waves him "Ello dearest, how're you?" She beams.
He can see Max watching him from afar again. He isn't dressed like he normally is anymore. He wears a black jacket with a zip-up from, a pair of blue jeans, heavy work boots, and a pair of thick gloves. His mouth and nose are covered by a solid black mask.
Merabelle sees Edwin, blowing them a kiss and inviting them inside. Sitting at the cauldron, stirring a large bowl of stew for the whole of them “Hey there sweetheart, lookin’ handsome as always.”
He looks up to them, waving back politely, though slightly sheepishly “Hello. I’m good, how are you?” He asks, smiling softly back, revealing his nature as a pseudo construct.
His nose and ears twitch as he opens his eyes, before gesturing for them to come over, keeping his legs crossed, but resting his arms at his sides, smiling at them, though his eyes don’t carry the same joy.
*Uhhhh didn't think we get this far. Perhaps Merabelle, Tim, and Tengen."
*Rarely does anyone think this far.*
Merabelle is at the cave, making a meal for herself and two children she has adopted. The smell coming out of the cave, though animals around know not to mess with Merabelle.
Tim is sitting in front of the Inn reading the book he borrowed from Omori on magic. He has a bright glow of wonder in his eyes.
Tengen has secluded himself to meditate. Taking deep breaths as blue hellfire swirls in a circle around himself, burning away the snow.
Edwin peers in and waves pleasently. He carries a load of different parts in his arms, some scrap metal, and a bag of bolts.
He hears humming coming from afar and there is Minnie with Coconut. She waves him "Ello dearest, how're you?" She beams.
He can see Max watching him from afar again. He isn't dressed like he normally is anymore. He wears a black jacket with a zip-up from, a pair of blue jeans, heavy work boots, and a pair of thick gloves. His mouth and nose are covered by a solid black mask.
Merabelle sees Edwin, blowing them a kiss and inviting them inside. Sitting at the cauldron, stirring a large bowl of stew for the whole of them “Hey there sweetheart, lookin’ handsome as always.”
He looks up to them, waving back politely, though slightly sheepishly “Hello. I’m good, how are you?” He asks, smiling softly back, revealing his nature as a pseudo construct.
His nose and ears twitch as he opens his eyes, before gesturing for them to come over, keeping his legs crossed, but resting his arms at his sides, smiling at them, though his eyes don’t carry the same joy.
He blushes "O-oh! Thank you, I trimmed my mustache the other day so that's something I suppose. I am looking into maybe growing a beard actually!"
"I'm good love, glad to hear you are well!" She chirps, her Irish accent thick "Well lookee here dear, ain't you a constructed child? Mighty fascinating!"
He blushes "O-oh! Thank you, I trimmed my mustache the other day so that's something I suppose. I am looking into maybe growing a beard actually!"
"I'm good love, glad to hear you are well!" She chirps, her Irish accent thick "Well lookee here dear, ain't you a constructed child? Mighty fascinating!"
He walks over, his hands at his sides. "Hello."
"You would look amazin' with a beard." She rubs the side of their face, before patting the seat next to them for them to sit in "Come on, have a seat."
He looks down to himself, looking at his hands "Maybe, my dad would know, he always said I was special and stuff." He holds up a hand for them to analyze if they want to.
"You were watching me. I am trying to meditate. Why were you watching me?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He blushes "O-oh! Thank you, I trimmed my mustache the other day so that's something I suppose. I am looking into maybe growing a beard actually!"
"I'm good love, glad to hear you are well!" She chirps, her Irish accent thick "Well lookee here dear, ain't you a constructed child? Mighty fascinating!"
He walks over, his hands at his sides. "Hello."
"You would look amazin' with a beard." She rubs the side of their face, before patting the seat next to them for them to sit in "Come on, have a seat."
He looks down to himself, looking at his hands "Maybe, my dad would know, he always said I was special and stuff." He holds up a hand for them to analyze if they want to.
"You were watching me. I am trying to meditate. Why were you watching me?"
He nods and follows her, sitting down beside her. "What are you making?" He asks.
"Dear, you are special! Everyone is!" She beams "But I can tell your extra special, which is a really good thing!"
He is quiet for a moment "I wanted to say goodbye."
Legends tell of Eurydice, Eiothera, And Yentym. All the same person, the god of hope. It appears to everybody differently. It manifests as a person of the viewers true most desire in a person: A friend, a foe, a caretaker, a lover, a genuine partner, or a parental figure, and many other forms. The species, height, and gender (male, female, nonbinary) entirely depend on the inner most desire of the observer, and they are kind to all who greet them. The question is, what does Yentym look like to you?
Thirteen is writing at the bar, impassioned.
Yentym's presence is felt nearby by him, shapeless until he looks at them.
Thirteen turns slightly, then suddenly his eyes go wide and he almost falls back. Before him, he sees the hunched, withered, shadowy form of Feakor, Emperor of Emptiness. In his sight, the curled, knobbled, clawlike fingers, the shattered carapace and jutting black spikes, and the hideously blank grinning ivory mask are all horribly vivid, born from his own experience.
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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.
Rio presses himself closer against Samaritan, wrapping his arms around him. “Don’t apologize! You’re fine!”
“So what do you think?”
“I didn’t forget. I just hate you.” She turns to Masuki. “C’mon, let’s go. Forget about him.”
Samaritan hugs him back "Still.. I got like this with my ex-husband and now I'm doing it to you....."
"Overall, I feel as though it gets the point across. That is what it is for yes? to explain the idea."
Masuki turns and follows her quietly, hugging herself.
“Got like what?”
“Pretty much, but also to hopefully effect change in a discriminatory system.”
Mala leads her a good distance away before pausing. “You alright?”
"Worried.. fretting.. overconcerned." he shrugs.
Scott nods and hands it back "I made some notes for you."
She shakes her head and wipes her eyes.
“That just means you love me.”
“Thanks.” He flips back through it and reads the notes.
Malafasa sighs and tries to think of a way to actually console her. “I’m sorry.”
"I know but I feel like I might drive you away," he said.
There are a few about punctuation, a few about grammar, and some notes about how he likes certain parts.
"Its okay... not your fault.."
“Oh, it’d take a lot more than that to drive me away…”
Thirteen smiles. “Thanks very much for your help, my dear lad. I certainly hope it ends up being successful once it’s done.”
“So why’d they send you here? What do they want now?”
"I know.." He said, closing his eyes.
"Lad? How old are you?" He asks, tilting his head.
"I don't know... I don't get told anything.."
Rio smiles and nestles against Samaritan’s torso.
“549.”
“Okay. But from what I’ve seen, just about everyone’s here, so that means it must be a big job. But what could it be? Do they need us to kill someone? Do they need us to destroy anything? Or do they want more than an action? What if they want us to retrieve something?” Malafasa’s mind starts going furiously as she begins to speculate.
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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.
He blushes "O-oh! Thank you, I trimmed my mustache the other day so that's something I suppose. I am looking into maybe growing a beard actually!"
"I'm good love, glad to hear you are well!" She chirps, her Irish accent thick "Well lookee here dear, ain't you a constructed child? Mighty fascinating!"
He walks over, his hands at his sides. "Hello."
"You would look amazin' with a beard." She rubs the side of their face, before patting the seat next to them for them to sit in "Come on, have a seat."
He looks down to himself, looking at his hands "Maybe, my dad would know, he always said I was special and stuff." He holds up a hand for them to analyze if they want to.
"You were watching me. I am trying to meditate. Why were you watching me?"
He nods and follows her, sitting down beside her. "What are you making?" He asks.
"Dear, you are special! Everyone is!" She beams "But I can tell your extra special, which is a really good thing!"
He is quiet for a moment "I wanted to say goodbye."
She is using the utensils they made for them "Just some bloody potato soup. Does that sound good?"
"Why are you so enthusiastic? I... it makes me feel the same, happy." He beams back at them, closing his book.
He stands up, hugging them "Then say goodbye, I didn't know you long, I apologize for that."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Rio presses himself closer against Samaritan, wrapping his arms around him. “Don’t apologize! You’re fine!”
“So what do you think?”
“I didn’t forget. I just hate you.” She turns to Masuki. “C’mon, let’s go. Forget about him.”
Samaritan hugs him back "Still.. I got like this with my ex-husband and now I'm doing it to you....."
"Overall, I feel as though it gets the point across. That is what it is for yes? to explain the idea."
Masuki turns and follows her quietly, hugging herself.
“Got like what?”
“Pretty much, but also to hopefully effect change in a discriminatory system.”
Mala leads her a good distance away before pausing. “You alright?”
"Worried.. fretting.. overconcerned." he shrugs.
Scott nods and hands it back "I made some notes for you."
She shakes her head and wipes her eyes.
“That just means you love me.”
“Thanks.” He flips back through it and reads the notes.
Malafasa sighs and tries to think of a way to actually console her. “I’m sorry.”
"I know but I feel like I might drive you away," he said.
There are a few about punctuation, a few about grammar, and some notes about how he likes certain parts.
"Its okay... not your fault.."
“Oh, it’d take a lot more than that to drive me away…”
Thirteen smiles. “Thanks very much for your help, my dear lad. I certainly hope it ends up being successful once it’s done.”
“So why’d they send you here? What do they want now?”
"I know.." He said, closing his eyes.
"Lad? How old are you?" He asks, tilting his head.
"I don't know... I don't get told anything.."
Rio smiles and nestles against Samaritan’s torso.
“549.”
“Okay. But from what I’ve seen, just about everyone’s here, so that means it must be a big job. But what could it be? Do they need us to kill someone? Do they need us to destroy anything? Or do they want more than an action? What if they want us to retrieve something?” Malafasa’s mind starts going furiously as she begins to speculate.
Samaritan breathes in through his nose and out through his mouth "Back on the field.. I remember killing your kind. The anger I felt towards them, looking to take that anger out on anything I could get my hands on. Cracked so many skull open that I'm sure that, if I die, I'll be tortured by them... But you are different.. Maybe I've become soft because I know you accept me for me but it feels like sometimes.. I might be stifling you."
He blinks "Jesus.. I'm only 48.."
Masuki let's her ramble before hugging her "It's okay, we'll find out..."
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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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*DO YOU WANT TO RP NOW?!?!*
“My wants are not my needs, if I made the ultimate opponent for myself nothing would hope to compare, and therefore every fight after wouldn’t be the same. No lover is worth making, nor friend or foe. Love must be true to blossom fully, you are not true in the slightest. I apologize that you are this way.”
*YES PLEASE*
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
*Who would you like? If anyone?*
*Uhhhh didn't think we get this far. Perhaps Merabelle, Tim, and Tengen."
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
“There is no such thing as a purpose for a sentient being. Either way, going on 5 dates seems… it is not my place to judge, you are a god, I am not. I apologize all the same.” He shakes his head “I’m sorry.”
*Rarely does anyone think this far.*
Merabelle is at the cave, making a meal for herself and two children she has adopted. The smell coming out of the cave, though animals around know not to mess with Merabelle.
Tim is sitting in front of the Inn reading the book he borrowed from Omori on magic. He has a bright glow of wonder in his eyes.
Tengen has secluded himself to meditate. Taking deep breaths as blue hellfire swirls in a circle around himself, burning away the snow.
He shakes his head “All I have is friends, I had a son once, but he died. I would not mind having another, one I could truly connect with, but it is a matter of love to me. An emotional connection deeper than simply a kiss and a chat. I don’t know what I want in this world, even after all these years, but it doesn’t matter, I’ll just see what I want when I get it.”
Edwin peers in and waves pleasently. He carries a load of different parts in his arms, some scrap metal, and a bag of bolts.
He hears humming coming from afar and there is Minnie with Coconut. She waves him "Ello dearest, how're you?" She beams.
He can see Max watching him from afar again. He isn't dressed like he normally is anymore. He wears a black jacket with a zip-up from, a pair of blue jeans, heavy work boots, and a pair of thick gloves. His mouth and nose are covered by a solid black mask.
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
Merabelle sees Edwin, blowing them a kiss and inviting them inside. Sitting at the cauldron, stirring a large bowl of stew for the whole of them “Hey there sweetheart, lookin’ handsome as always.”
He looks up to them, waving back politely, though slightly sheepishly “Hello. I’m good, how are you?” He asks, smiling softly back, revealing his nature as a pseudo construct.
His nose and ears twitch as he opens his eyes, before gesturing for them to come over, keeping his legs crossed, but resting his arms at his sides, smiling at them, though his eyes don’t carry the same joy.
He blushes "O-oh! Thank you, I trimmed my mustache the other day so that's something I suppose. I am looking into maybe growing a beard actually!"
"I'm good love, glad to hear you are well!" She chirps, her Irish accent thick "Well lookee here dear, ain't you a constructed child? Mighty fascinating!"
He walks over, his hands at his sides. "Hello."
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
"You would look amazin' with a beard." She rubs the side of their face, before patting the seat next to them for them to sit in "Come on, have a seat."
He looks down to himself, looking at his hands "Maybe, my dad would know, he always said I was special and stuff." He holds up a hand for them to analyze if they want to.
"You were watching me. I am trying to meditate. Why were you watching me?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He nods and follows her, sitting down beside her. "What are you making?" He asks.
"Dear, you are special! Everyone is!" She beams "But I can tell your extra special, which is a really good thing!"
He is quiet for a moment "I wanted to say goodbye."
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
Thirteen turns slightly, then suddenly his eyes go wide and he almost falls back. Before him, he sees the hunched, withered, shadowy form of Feakor, Emperor of Emptiness. In his sight, the curled, knobbled, clawlike fingers, the shattered carapace and jutting black spikes, and the hideously blank grinning ivory mask are all horribly vivid, born from his own experience.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She is using the utensils they made for them "Just some bloody potato soup. Does that sound good?"
"Why are you so enthusiastic? I... it makes me feel the same, happy." He beams back at them, closing his book.
He stands up, hugging them "Then say goodbye, I didn't know you long, I apologize for that."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Oh hey again Jobah, wanna rp?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Samaritan breathes in through his nose and out through his mouth "Back on the field.. I remember killing your kind. The anger I felt towards them, looking to take that anger out on anything I could get my hands on. Cracked so many skull open that I'm sure that, if I die, I'll be tortured by them... But you are different.. Maybe I've become soft because I know you accept me for me but it feels like sometimes.. I might be stifling you."
He blinks "Jesus.. I'm only 48.."
Masuki let's her ramble before hugging her "It's okay, we'll find out..."
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