Lillith is inside, weaving herself some 'modren' clothes as the ones she is wearing at the moment are dusty, bloody, and overall something from a whole different time period. She sits inside the tavern library, working on what appears to be a blouse while a lot cigarette is between her lips.
Someone (The person I introed earlier) walks into the Tavern, his face and eyes giving off a friendliness, waving at people he doesn’t know, taking off his scarf like cape, wrapping it around his neck and shoulders, waving at Lilith too.
Lillith looks up from her works. She takes the cigarette out from between her lips, the stain from her black lipstick on the end, and sets it in an ashtray. She nods at them, simple a short as a hello.
He returns the nod, deciding to sit down nearby, resting his arms on his legs, ash coming out of his nose along with some embers. He looks Lillith up and down before giving them a simple, respectful, friendly thumbs up to their whole look, still entirely silent.
She tilts her head, blinking once before setting aside her work and leaning forward "Can I help you?"
He gestures to his throat, making a cutting motion, suggesting that he either doesn’t or cannot speak for some reason, before shrugging.
She rubs her temples, closing her eyes "Mute or unable to speak?"
He holds up two fingers, which likely implies the second option, giving a happy smile.
She nods "That's give me something at least." She shrugs "Do you know Common Sign Language?"
He tilts his head for a moment before cracking his fingers, nodding and signing, “Lovely to meet you madam, apologies for our language barrier.”
Lillith is inside, weaving herself some 'modren' clothes as the ones she is wearing at the moment are dusty, bloody, and overall something from a whole different time period. She sits inside the tavern library, working on what appears to be a blouse while a lot cigarette is between her lips.
A tall strugel with lifted boots stands in front of the fire, pacing a tight circle. He's in deep thought.
She doesn't look up from her work, her six arms weaving skillfully. She takes her cigarette from her mouth, her black lipstick leaving a mark on the end, and sets it aside in an ashtray.
"I'd have to do that.. It would work, but would he approve?" He mutters to himself, sitting next to Lillith absent mindedly
"It does not matter whether or not anyone approves. If you want to do it, then do it." She says, her tone sharp and cold.
"It kinda does matter if my customer approves, 'specially if it's custom furtniture." He says with an equally jutting tone.
"Mn." She shrugs "They are buying your art, why make changes for them?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Lillith is inside, weaving herself some 'modren' clothes as the ones she is wearing at the moment are dusty, bloody, and overall something from a whole different time period. She sits inside the tavern library, working on what appears to be a blouse while a lot cigarette is between her lips.
Someone (The person I introed earlier) walks into the Tavern, his face and eyes giving off a friendliness, waving at people he doesn’t know, taking off his scarf like cape, wrapping it around his neck and shoulders, waving at Lilith too.
Lillith looks up from her works. She takes the cigarette out from between her lips, the stain from her black lipstick on the end, and sets it in an ashtray. She nods at them, simple a short as a hello.
He returns the nod, deciding to sit down nearby, resting his arms on his legs, ash coming out of his nose along with some embers. He looks Lillith up and down before giving them a simple, respectful, friendly thumbs up to their whole look, still entirely silent.
She tilts her head, blinking once before setting aside her work and leaning forward "Can I help you?"
He gestures to his throat, making a cutting motion, suggesting that he either doesn’t or cannot speak for some reason, before shrugging.
She rubs her temples, closing her eyes "Mute or unable to speak?"
He holds up two fingers, which likely implies the second option, giving a happy smile.
She nods "That's give me something at least." She shrugs "Do you know Common Sign Language?"
He tilts his head for a moment before cracking his fingers, nodding and signing, “Lovely to meet you madam, apologies for our language barrier.”
She nods "It's fine, I am glad we are able to communicate at least." She returns to her work, her six arms working diligently.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Lillith is inside, weaving herself some 'modren' clothes as the ones she is wearing at the moment are dusty, bloody, and overall something from a whole different time period. She sits inside the tavern library, working on what appears to be a blouse while a lot cigarette is between her lips.
Someone (The person I introed earlier) walks into the Tavern, his face and eyes giving off a friendliness, waving at people he doesn’t know, taking off his scarf like cape, wrapping it around his neck and shoulders, waving at Lilith too.
Lillith looks up from her works. She takes the cigarette out from between her lips, the stain from her black lipstick on the end, and sets it in an ashtray. She nods at them, simple a short as a hello.
He returns the nod, deciding to sit down nearby, resting his arms on his legs, ash coming out of his nose along with some embers. He looks Lillith up and down before giving them a simple, respectful, friendly thumbs up to their whole look, still entirely silent.
She tilts her head, blinking once before setting aside her work and leaning forward "Can I help you?"
He gestures to his throat, making a cutting motion, suggesting that he either doesn’t or cannot speak for some reason, before shrugging.
She rubs her temples, closing her eyes "Mute or unable to speak?"
He holds up two fingers, which likely implies the second option, giving a happy smile.
She nods "That's give me something at least." She shrugs "Do you know Common Sign Language?"
He tilts his head for a moment before cracking his fingers, nodding and signing, “Lovely to meet you madam, apologies for our language barrier.”
She nods "It's fine, I am glad we are able to communicate at least." She returns to her work, her six arms working diligently.
“What may I ask, are you working on? I know I have no privilege to know, but I am simply felt awfully curious.” He looks to each of her arms with a deep interest.
Lillith is inside, weaving herself some 'modren' clothes as the ones she is wearing at the moment are dusty, bloody, and overall something from a whole different time period. She sits inside the tavern library, working on what appears to be a blouse while a lot cigarette is between her lips.
Someone (The person I introed earlier) walks into the Tavern, his face and eyes giving off a friendliness, waving at people he doesn’t know, taking off his scarf like cape, wrapping it around his neck and shoulders, waving at Lilith too.
Lillith looks up from her works. She takes the cigarette out from between her lips, the stain from her black lipstick on the end, and sets it in an ashtray. She nods at them, simple a short as a hello.
He returns the nod, deciding to sit down nearby, resting his arms on his legs, ash coming out of his nose along with some embers. He looks Lillith up and down before giving them a simple, respectful, friendly thumbs up to their whole look, still entirely silent.
She tilts her head, blinking once before setting aside her work and leaning forward "Can I help you?"
He gestures to his throat, making a cutting motion, suggesting that he either doesn’t or cannot speak for some reason, before shrugging.
She rubs her temples, closing her eyes "Mute or unable to speak?"
He holds up two fingers, which likely implies the second option, giving a happy smile.
She nods "That's give me something at least." She shrugs "Do you know Common Sign Language?"
He tilts his head for a moment before cracking his fingers, nodding and signing, “Lovely to meet you madam, apologies for our language barrier.”
She nods "It's fine, I am glad we are able to communicate at least." She returns to her work, her six arms working diligently.
“What may I ask, are you working on? I know I have no privilege to know, but I am simply felt awfully curious.” He looks to each of her arms with a deep interest.
"A new set of clothes for me. My ones I am wearing now were the ones I was buried in and now they hold nothing but horrid memories. Like a phoenix from the ashes, I shall rise anew." She explained.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Burned from overheating with his own powers, though he doesn’t notice them noticing.
He smiles at them, patting their head just a little bit, letting them sleep but enjoying them like this.
She hops down after them, walking inside of the wagon, getting something from the fridge.
"besides your exhaustion, how was training?" She asks, laying next to him, Hedin's head on his chest.
"The stone.." she says contently, and said stone glows green a bit.
He lays on the bed, clutching his deer stuffie.
“It… was hotter than usual, tiring, it too more effort than I thought it would.” Three of his arms reach out, petting each head just a bit.
He looks curiously at the effect, not having seen that happen before, muttering about it “The stone…?”
She brings them a box of orange juice, sitting down on the bed “Never been a mom before, this’ll be fun.”
"Probably because you're still injured." she says crossly, leaning into his touch.
The stone-- a perfect rectangle about 4 inches wide, 6 inches tall, and 2 inches deep with a string running through it to act as a necklace-- has a rune on it known to symbolize fire, or heat. If Rag turns it over, he sees a heart with R and S inscribed within
He takes it gratefully, sitting up and leaning into her. He sips it quietly
He sighs, giving them good scratches “Just because you’re right doesn’t mean you have to be smug about it.” He says lovingly.
His heart fills with greater joy at the symbol, and he thinks of something, anything he could get them in return, but what can he give a god other than his unrelenting and constant love. So he thinks, while she sleeps, he thinks.
She wraps an arm around them, “I should probably act more responsibly huh? To be a good example.”
Lillith is inside, weaving herself some 'modren' clothes as the ones she is wearing at the moment are dusty, bloody, and overall something from a whole different time period. She sits inside the tavern library, working on what appears to be a blouse while a lot cigarette is between her lips.
A tall strugel with lifted boots stands in front of the fire, pacing a tight circle. He's in deep thought.
She doesn't look up from her work, her six arms weaving skillfully. She takes her cigarette from her mouth, her black lipstick leaving a mark on the end, and sets it aside in an ashtray.
"I'd have to do that.. It would work, but would he approve?" He mutters to himself, sitting next to Lillith absent mindedly
"It does not matter whether or not anyone approves. If you want to do it, then do it." She says, her tone sharp and cold.
"It kinda does matter if my customer approves, 'specially if it's custom furtniture." He says with an equally jutting tone.
"Mn." She shrugs "They are buying your art, why make changes for them?"
He scoffs, leaning back. "Because it matters to me his opinion- this bed frame i'm making is specifically for him. It's the Woodtwist Family Gaurantee of quality. It has to be perfect."
"Mn. Matters very little in the scheme of the universe, the twists of time." She shrugs "Don't worry, I'll be taking care of that too."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Lillith is inside, weaving herself some 'modren' clothes as the ones she is wearing at the moment are dusty, bloody, and overall something from a whole different time period. She sits inside the tavern library, working on what appears to be a blouse while a lot cigarette is between her lips.
Someone (The person I introed earlier) walks into the Tavern, his face and eyes giving off a friendliness, waving at people he doesn’t know, taking off his scarf like cape, wrapping it around his neck and shoulders, waving at Lilith too.
Lillith looks up from her works. She takes the cigarette out from between her lips, the stain from her black lipstick on the end, and sets it in an ashtray. She nods at them, simple a short as a hello.
He returns the nod, deciding to sit down nearby, resting his arms on his legs, ash coming out of his nose along with some embers. He looks Lillith up and down before giving them a simple, respectful, friendly thumbs up to their whole look, still entirely silent.
She tilts her head, blinking once before setting aside her work and leaning forward "Can I help you?"
He gestures to his throat, making a cutting motion, suggesting that he either doesn’t or cannot speak for some reason, before shrugging.
She rubs her temples, closing her eyes "Mute or unable to speak?"
He holds up two fingers, which likely implies the second option, giving a happy smile.
She nods "That's give me something at least." She shrugs "Do you know Common Sign Language?"
He tilts his head for a moment before cracking his fingers, nodding and signing, “Lovely to meet you madam, apologies for our language barrier.”
She nods "It's fine, I am glad we are able to communicate at least." She returns to her work, her six arms working diligently.
“What may I ask, are you working on? I know I have no privilege to know, but I am simply felt awfully curious.” He looks to each of her arms with a deep interest.
"A new set of clothes for me. My ones I am wearing now were the ones I was buried in and now they hold nothing but horrid memories. Like a phoenix from the ashes, I shall rise anew." She explained.
He raises an eyebrow before nodding “Personal growth through object symbolism, I understand. I hope those memories can be left far behind you as you grow every day farther and farther still, but what do I know, I’m just some stranger.” He sighs, leaning back into his chair. He begins to unbandage his hands, revealing them covered in scars of all kinds, most prominent being burn scars, as well as the alchemy symbols on the bandages actually carved into his hands themselves.
Burned from overheating with his own powers, though he doesn’t notice them noticing.
He smiles at them, patting their head just a little bit, letting them sleep but enjoying them like this.
She hops down after them, walking inside of the wagon, getting something from the fridge.
"besides your exhaustion, how was training?" She asks, laying next to him, Hedin's head on his chest.
"The stone.." she says contently, and said stone glows green a bit.
He lays on the bed, clutching his deer stuffie.
“It… was hotter than usual, tiring, it too more effort than I thought it would.” Three of his arms reach out, petting each head just a bit.
He looks curiously at the effect, not having seen that happen before, muttering about it “The stone…?”
She brings them a box of orange juice, sitting down on the bed “Never been a mom before, this’ll be fun.”
"Probably because you're still injured." she says crossly, leaning into his touch.
The stone-- a perfect rectangle about 4 inches wide, 6 inches tall, and 2 inches deep with a string running through it to act as a necklace-- has a rune on it known to symbolize fire, or heat. If Rag turns it over, he sees a heart with R and S inscribed within
He takes it gratefully, sitting up and leaning into her. He sips it quietly
He sighs, giving them good scratches “Just because you’re right doesn’t mean you have to be smug about it.” He says lovingly.
His heart fills with greater joy at the symbol, and he thinks of something, anything he could get them in return, but what can he give a god other than his unrelenting and constant love. So he thinks, while she sleeps, he thinks.
She wraps an arm around them, “I should probably act more responsibly huh? To be a good example.”
"I'm not trying to be smug, i'm just concerned. Your knuckles are burnt."
(good end?)
He shrugs, setting his deer into her lap. Clearly a monumental gesture
*If you want to end there, totally.*
He seems concerned for a fraction of a moment, “They will heal, I always heal, you shouldn’t need to worry.”
She stops for a moment at the gesture before taking the deer, holding it before giving it back to them, “T-thank you.”
He tilts his head for a moment before cracking his fingers, nodding and signing, “Lovely to meet you madam, apologies for our language barrier.”
"Mn." She shrugs "They are buying your art, why make changes for them?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She nods "It's fine, I am glad we are able to communicate at least." She returns to her work, her six arms working diligently.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“What may I ask, are you working on? I know I have no privilege to know, but I am simply felt awfully curious.” He looks to each of her arms with a deep interest.
(hi Wendo)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
"A new set of clothes for me. My ones I am wearing now were the ones I was buried in and now they hold nothing but horrid memories. Like a phoenix from the ashes, I shall rise anew." She explained.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He sighs, giving them good scratches “Just because you’re right doesn’t mean you have to be smug about it.” He says lovingly.
His heart fills with greater joy at the symbol, and he thinks of something, anything he could get them in return, but what can he give a god other than his unrelenting and constant love. So he thinks, while she sleeps, he thinks.
She wraps an arm around them, “I should probably act more responsibly huh? To be a good example.”
"Mn. Matters very little in the scheme of the universe, the twists of time." She shrugs "Don't worry, I'll be taking care of that too."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Hey y'all, I'm heading to bed.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He raises an eyebrow before nodding “Personal growth through object symbolism, I understand. I hope those memories can be left far behind you as you grow every day farther and farther still, but what do I know, I’m just some stranger.” He sighs, leaning back into his chair. He begins to unbandage his hands, revealing them covered in scars of all kinds, most prominent being burn scars, as well as the alchemy symbols on the bandages actually carved into his hands themselves.
*If you want to end there, totally.*
He seems concerned for a fraction of a moment, “They will heal, I always heal, you shouldn’t need to worry.”
She stops for a moment at the gesture before taking the deer, holding it before giving it back to them, “T-thank you.”
*See ya Wendi, take care of yourself man.*
*Cut for Salem. Want anybody else?*
He blushes a little, pulling his hands back after a few more pets, “You… I… thank you.”
She hugs them just a little bit, before standing up, beginning to work.