" . . . Y e s , y o u r c h i l d r e n w i l l b e s a f e . . ." It corrects itself, before wrapping its tendrils around the shadow and pulling it towards itself, and then fully merging with it. Inky darkness drips from the wretched shadow that remains after- a vaguely-humanoid shape made of that same foul ichor that plagued the clearing when the Seer resurrected, numerous ethereal tentacles trailing behind it and coiling around its limbs, its head entirely engulfed in the ethereal, jellyfish-like bell of pure void. It looks back at Merabelle for a moment, before disappearing, leaving this strange space.
She sits up a bit more in her chair, kissing him on the cheek. "I try my best to be. I thought it'd be nice to have our wedding on a full moon night, especially if we're having it at Yharnam- we wouldn't want to miss that beautiful crimson moon in all its glory. What say you?"
She leaves soon after them, before looking to the glass jar, making sure that the seals held as she begins to attempt to channel power into the contents of the jar, letting go of Omori's hands as to keep them safe from this. The magic she used to once tear her shadow off, she now uses in the attempt to mend the tear, the magic far from the radiance within herself, attempting to make the shadow separate, yet one with her, free from her soul. (I'm imagining it like an echo knight form for the void shard to take, a copy of Merabelle, yet not her. What do you think?)
He thinks about it for a moment, "A full moon night to get married? It sounds absolutely lovely dear, though that would likely be a night of the hunt, if anything comes I can keep you safe from it while we unite in unholy matrimony." He says with a smile, sitting down next to them, thinking about the night soon to come for the both of them.
(I really like that idea! The Void Shard will probably try to corrupt and twist that form a bit to better suit itself- whether that works or not, I'll say is up to you.) Omori uses a bit of her own magic to help, channeling all of her few spell slots into the spell so her mother doesn't have to spend as much magic. The Void Shard makes no effort to resist the binding ritual, which reaches its conclusion fairly quickly. She has her shadow back, though it's not entirely her own anymore. "Did... did it work?"
"If anything does come after us during the ceremony, I'll help drive it off as well." She responds, also thinking about that beautiful, terrible night that awaits them. "Speaking of unholy matrimony, I thought of something I didn't think to plan. Who would officiate the wedding, if we do have anyone officiate it?"
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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 man stands quietly in a rustic horse stable, absorbed in the rhythmic motion of brushing the thick, flowing mane of a magnificent draft horse. The horse, a gentle giant with a coat as glossy as polished mahogany, snacks happily on a generous spread of diced carrots and rich, golden oats poured from a weathered feed sack. The man hums a soft tune under his breath, a melody intertwined with the sounds of the barn, and when he finishes grooming, he sets the brush aside with a sense of satisfaction.
Turning away from the horse, he heaves a sturdy coil of rope over his broad shoulder. He strides over to a weathered wooden stool positioned conveniently by the doors, sunlight streaming in and casting warm, golden hues across the dusty floor. With careful hands, he hangs the rope on a rusted hook, then settles himself onto the stool. Reaching down, he pulls a gleaming knife from a sheath strapped to his thigh, its blade catching the light as he inspects its edge and begins to sharpen it on a stone.
His attire speaks to practicality and function, shunning flamboyance for a palette of muted earth tones. He wears heavy cargo jeans that cling comfortably to his frame, equipped with a multitude of pockets to stow away essentials. A sturdy black leather belt wraps around his waist, supporting two holsters that cradle revolvers, their grips worn from use. Over a simple black shirt, he dons a fitted vest with dull buttons made of bone. He wears on his head a wide-brimmed cowboy hat. His face is covered by a black balaclava, the only thing giving a glimpse of the person underneath is the opening of the eyes which seem to be the color of dark chocolate.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
(I really like that idea! The Void Shard will probably try to corrupt and twist that form a bit to better suit itself- whether that works or not, I'll say is up to you.) Omori uses a bit of her own magic to help, channeling all of her few spell slots into the spell so her mother doesn't have to spend as much magic. The Void Shard makes no effort to resist the binding ritual, which reaches its conclusion fairly quickly. She has her shadow back, though it's not entirely her own anymore. "Did... did it work?"
"If anything does come after us during the ceremony, I'll help drive it off as well." She responds, also thinking about that beautiful, terrible night that awaits them. "Speaking of unholy matrimony, I thought of something I didn't think to plan. Who would officiate the wedding, if we do have anyone officiate it?"
*I imagine she wouldn't stop them from making the form their own, though they are now bond to each other. Also, what do you plan for the wedding in Yharnam?*
Once the ritual is complete, she sighs happily and takes the radiant power out of them, letting the shadow take a full form as she stands to her feet, looking down at Omori as the glow from the circle fades, "Feelin' better sweetheart? Ya ain't got that darkness in ya no more." She helps Omori to her feet if she takes her hand, smiling with all of her sharp and terrifying teeth.
"Hmm, I haven't yet thought about that either, but is it entirely necessary that we get someone to officiate it? After all, we do love each other, and the wedding itself would show that, would it not?" He asks, thinking to himself, rubbing his chin in thought before looking up to them, "Do you have any thoughts on the matter yourself?"
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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.'
*Once again, another nice intro Wendi, I'd give you a gold medal if I could but I lack the authority, resources, or really anything to give you such a medal. I applaud you either way.*
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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 silences her with a kiss. "Oh hush. It was beautiful."
She is certainly silenced, blushing and smiling at them as she takes them back to the forge.
Leo hums happily, looking at her as they walk
She looks back to them affectionately, "We have to prepare for our vacation, dear."
"So like packing bags?"
"More than that, where do you want to go? Where will we stay, for how long? That's not even everything, what about us having a family? When? Will we make the forge bigger?" She asks, leaning into them.
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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 silences her with a kiss. "Oh hush. It was beautiful."
She is certainly silenced, blushing and smiling at them as she takes them back to the forge.
Leo hums happily, looking at her as they walk
She looks back to them affectionately, "We have to prepare for our vacation, dear."
"So like packing bags?"
"More than that, where do you want to go? Where will we stay, for how long? That's not even everything, what about us having a family? When? Will we make the forge bigger?" She asks, leaning into them.
"Dunno where i wanna go. I wanna go someone nice, like a beach. Maybe for a few weeks? I...i do wanna have a family. Maybe in a year. We most certainly will have to make the forge bigger." he says
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(I really like that idea! The Void Shard will probably try to corrupt and twist that form a bit to better suit itself- whether that works or not, I'll say is up to you.) Omori uses a bit of her own magic to help, channeling all of her few spell slots into the spell so her mother doesn't have to spend as much magic. The Void Shard makes no effort to resist the binding ritual, which reaches its conclusion fairly quickly. She has her shadow back, though it's not entirely her own anymore. "Did... did it work?"
"If anything does come after us during the ceremony, I'll help drive it off as well." She responds, also thinking about that beautiful, terrible night that awaits them. "Speaking of unholy matrimony, I thought of something I didn't think to plan. Who would officiate the wedding, if we do have anyone officiate it?"
*I imagine she wouldn't stop them from making the form their own, though they are now bond to each other. Also, what do you plan for the wedding in Yharnam?*
Once the ritual is complete, she sighs happily and takes the radiant power out of them, letting the shadow take a full form as she stands to her feet, looking down at Omori as the glow from the circle fades, "Feelin' better sweetheart? Ya ain't got that darkness in ya no more." She helps Omori to her feet if she takes her hand, smiling with all of her sharp and terrifying teeth.
"Hmm, I haven't yet thought about that either, but is it entirely necessary that we get someone to officiate it? After all, we do love each other, and the wedding itself would show that, would it not?" He asks, thinking to himself, rubbing his chin in thought before looking up to them, "Do you have any thoughts on the matter yourself?"
*I don't have too much planned aside from maybe it taking place on the shore, being on the full moon, and maybe a slight reduction to KK's sanity- or, what she has left of it, anyway- due to a bit of the Old Blood.*
Omori stands up fully, thinking for a moment. "...There's still a darkness, I think... it's just a more normal kind. It's just mine now, not its." She says, smiling as well and walking over to hug her mother. "I feel better now. Thank you, mom." The possessed shadow, having a similar form to what Merabelle saw it take in that odd in-between place, is silently watching from a few feet away.
She thinks for a while, before deciding. "I don't think it's necessary. We already love each other, and we don't need someone here just to prove what we already know. I mean, it being 'official' might help with some finance stuff, but we shouldn't bother with having someone officiate if that's the only reason we're having them."
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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 man stands quietly in a rustic horse stable, absorbed in the rhythmic motion of brushing the thick, flowing mane of a magnificent draft horse. The horse, a gentle giant with a coat as glossy as polished mahogany, snacks happily on a generous spread of diced carrots and rich, golden oats poured from a weathered feed sack. The man hums a soft tune under his breath, a melody intertwined with the sounds of the barn, and when he finishes grooming, he sets the brush aside with a sense of satisfaction.
Turning away from the horse, he heaves a sturdy coil of rope over his broad shoulder. He strides over to a weathered wooden stool positioned conveniently by the doors, sunlight streaming in and casting warm, golden hues across the dusty floor. With careful hands, he hangs the rope on a rusted hook, then settles himself onto the stool. Reaching down, he pulls a gleaming knife from a sheath strapped to his thigh, its blade catching the light as he inspects its edge and begins to sharpen it on a stone.
His attire speaks to practicality and function, shunning flamboyance for a palette of muted earth tones. He wears heavy cargo jeans that cling comfortably to his frame, equipped with a multitude of pockets to stow away essentials. A sturdy black leather belt wraps around his waist, supporting two holsters that cradle revolvers, their grips worn from use. Over a simple black shirt, he dons a fitted vest with dull buttons made of bone. He wears on his head a wide-brimmed cowboy hat. His face is covered by a black balaclava, the only thing giving a glimpse of the person underneath is the opening of the eyes which seem to be the color of dark chocolate.
Thirteen is heading into town to send a letter and waves at the man.
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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.
"Dunno where i wanna go. I wanna go someone nice, like a beach. Maybe for a few weeks? I...i do wanna have a family. Maybe in a year. We most certainly will have to make the forge bigger." he says
"The beach sounds nice, and a year seems fair, we should work on making the forge bigger, maybe a few months before we do." She leads them inside of the forge, looking back for Festus.
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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.'
"Dunno where i wanna go. I wanna go someone nice, like a beach. Maybe for a few weeks? I...i do wanna have a family. Maybe in a year. We most certainly will have to make the forge bigger." he says
"The beach sounds nice, and a year seems fair, we should work on making the forge bigger, maybe a few months before we do." She leads them inside of the forge, looking back for Festus.
He nods. Festus is napping inside.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I don't have too much planned aside from maybe it taking place on the shore, being on the full moon, and maybe a slight reduction to KK's sanity- or, what she has left of it, anyway- due to a bit of the Old Blood.*
Omori stands up fully, thinking for a moment. "...There's still a darkness, I think... it's just a more normal kind. It's just mine now, not its." She says, smiling as well and walking over to hug her mother. "I feel better now. Thank you, mom." The possessed shadow, having a similar form to what Merabelle saw it take in that odd in-between place, is silently watching from a few feet away.
She thinks for a while, before deciding. "I don't think it's necessary. We already love each other, and we don't need someone here just to prove what we already know. I mean, it being 'official' might help with some finance stuff, but we shouldn't bother with having someone officiate if that's the only reason we're having them."
*I don't think Sanity can go much lower than none, after all, though I can just imagine the horrifically amazing sight, if I could draw, I would put the idea onto paper.*
Merabelle gives them a warm, although a bit tired hug. She looks over to the possessed shadow, smiling at them before gesturing for them to come join into the hug, "Come on now, yer a part o' me, I ain't gonna alienate ya 'er nothin'." She turns back to Omori, "Anythin' fer ya, I ain't gonna leave ya high an' dry with somethin' ya shouldn't have ta deal with. Not until yer the best druid there is."
"Ah yes, the most truly evil force in the universes, finances." He says with a bit of a chuckle and a smile, "If either of us have a friend who would like to officiate, that would be nice, but certainly not necessary. Is there anything you would like to do today, my love?"
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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.'
"No no, it was very very nice."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(I really like that idea! The Void Shard will probably try to corrupt and twist that form a bit to better suit itself- whether that works or not, I'll say is up to you.) Omori uses a bit of her own magic to help, channeling all of her few spell slots into the spell so her mother doesn't have to spend as much magic. The Void Shard makes no effort to resist the binding ritual, which reaches its conclusion fairly quickly. She has her shadow back, though it's not entirely her own anymore.
"Did... did it work?"
"If anything does come after us during the ceremony, I'll help drive it off as well." She responds, also thinking about that beautiful, terrible night that awaits them. "Speaking of unholy matrimony, I thought of something I didn't think to plan. Who would officiate the wedding, if we do have anyone officiate it?"
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)
(you want to rp Yvonne?)
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
*Whoops, blind, super sorry.*
She sighs "And yet he's always finding a way to get hurt, I just hope that I can keep him safe. Thank you, Riotan for hearing what I have to say."
"Just contemplating what I should do before I die, my... what is the term... bucket list?"
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.)
"I'm sorry I broke the promise not to do anything extra."
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.)
A man stands quietly in a rustic horse stable, absorbed in the rhythmic motion of brushing the thick, flowing mane of a magnificent draft horse. The horse, a gentle giant with a coat as glossy as polished mahogany, snacks happily on a generous spread of diced carrots and rich, golden oats poured from a weathered feed sack. The man hums a soft tune under his breath, a melody intertwined with the sounds of the barn, and when he finishes grooming, he sets the brush aside with a sense of satisfaction.
Turning away from the horse, he heaves a sturdy coil of rope over his broad shoulder. He strides over to a weathered wooden stool positioned conveniently by the doors, sunlight streaming in and casting warm, golden hues across the dusty floor. With careful hands, he hangs the rope on a rusted hook, then settles himself onto the stool. Reaching down, he pulls a gleaming knife from a sheath strapped to his thigh, its blade catching the light as he inspects its edge and begins to sharpen it on a stone.
His attire speaks to practicality and function, shunning flamboyance for a palette of muted earth tones. He wears heavy cargo jeans that cling comfortably to his frame, equipped with a multitude of pockets to stow away essentials. A sturdy black leather belt wraps around his waist, supporting two holsters that cradle revolvers, their grips worn from use. Over a simple black shirt, he dons a fitted vest with dull buttons made of bone. He wears on his head a wide-brimmed cowboy hat. His face is covered by a black balaclava, the only thing giving a glimpse of the person underneath is the opening of the eyes which seem to be the color of dark chocolate.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He silences her with a kiss. "Oh hush. It was beautiful."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I imagine she wouldn't stop them from making the form their own, though they are now bond to each other. Also, what do you plan for the wedding in Yharnam?*
Once the ritual is complete, she sighs happily and takes the radiant power out of them, letting the shadow take a full form as she stands to her feet, looking down at Omori as the glow from the circle fades, "Feelin' better sweetheart? Ya ain't got that darkness in ya no more." She helps Omori to her feet if she takes her hand, smiling with all of her sharp and terrifying teeth.
"Hmm, I haven't yet thought about that either, but is it entirely necessary that we get someone to officiate it? After all, we do love each other, and the wedding itself would show that, would it not?" He asks, thinking to himself, rubbing his chin in thought before looking up to them, "Do you have any thoughts on the matter yourself?"
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.)
She is certainly silenced, blushing and smiling at them as she takes them back to the forge.
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.)
*Once again, another nice intro Wendi, I'd give you a gold medal if I could but I lack the authority, resources, or really anything to give you such a medal. I applaud you either way.*
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.)
Leo hums happily, looking at her as they walk
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She looks back to them affectionately, "We have to prepare for our vacation, dear."
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.)
"So like packing bags?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"More than that, where do you want to go? Where will we stay, for how long? That's not even everything, what about us having a family? When? Will we make the forge bigger?" She asks, leaning into them.
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.)
"Dunno where i wanna go. I wanna go someone nice, like a beach. Maybe for a few weeks? I...i do wanna have a family. Maybe in a year. We most certainly will have to make the forge bigger." he says
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I don't have too much planned aside from maybe it taking place on the shore, being on the full moon, and maybe a slight reduction to KK's sanity- or, what she has left of it, anyway- due to a bit of the Old Blood.*
Omori stands up fully, thinking for a moment. "...There's still a darkness, I think... it's just a more normal kind. It's just mine now, not its." She says, smiling as well and walking over to hug her mother. "I feel better now. Thank you, mom." The possessed shadow, having a similar form to what Merabelle saw it take in that odd in-between place, is silently watching from a few feet away.
She thinks for a while, before deciding. "I don't think it's necessary. We already love each other, and we don't need someone here just to prove what we already know. I mean, it being 'official' might help with some finance stuff, but we shouldn't bother with having someone officiate if that's the only reason we're having them."
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)
Thirteen is heading into town to send a letter and waves at the man.
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 beach sounds nice, and a year seems fair, we should work on making the forge bigger, maybe a few months before we do." She leads them inside of the forge, looking back for Festus.
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. Festus is napping inside.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I don't think Sanity can go much lower than none, after all, though I can just imagine the horrifically amazing sight, if I could draw, I would put the idea onto paper.*
Merabelle gives them a warm, although a bit tired hug. She looks over to the possessed shadow, smiling at them before gesturing for them to come join into the hug, "Come on now, yer a part o' me, I ain't gonna alienate ya 'er nothin'." She turns back to Omori, "Anythin' fer ya, I ain't gonna leave ya high an' dry with somethin' ya shouldn't have ta deal with. Not until yer the best druid there is."
"Ah yes, the most truly evil force in the universes, finances." He says with a bit of a chuckle and a smile, "If either of us have a friend who would like to officiate, that would be nice, but certainly not necessary. Is there anything you would like to do today, my love?"
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.)