Her lips twitch for a moment before she covers her mouth quickly with her hand. The muffled noise of nervous laughter comes from behind it but seems to calm after a moment. "I would like that, but you don't have to." She said and shrugged.
"I mean, I don't really have a use for a baby Jesus. I don't have anywhere to put it..." He looks it over. "I'd like you to have it. Oh, uh, my name is Stigmata, if I haven't told you already. I don't think I did. Did I?"
"You did not, but it's nice to meet you." She spoke softly "My name is Misha." She gently takes the little baby Jesus statue and holds it like it might break, oh so gentle, before placing it in her apron pocket.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He lowers his blade out of the stance, held height above his head, “No, feel no need to apologize, dear madam. I am in your way, you are clearly working harder than I.” He sticks his blade into the ground, leaning on it causally.
"I would not say that." She covers her mouth to try and control another bout of nervous laughter from bubbling up "I didn't want to bother you, you seemed hard at work after all."
“I was simply mediating, I wouldn’t want to interrupt you with a conversation you shouldn’t want, though you shouldn’t feel the need to cover your mouth, I enjoyed your laughter.” He says honestly, taking off his helmet, revealing long, silver locks and pointed ears, a handsome half elf man.
She shakes her head, her lips twitching a bit "It's a nervous habit unfortunately, sometimes against my own will." She shrugs and sighs "I'm sorry, I'm bothering you."
“You shouldn’t try to suppress it, but what do I know, I’m a stranger to you.” He says with a chuckle, putting his helmet under his arm, “You aren’t bothering me any, I had the same worry about you, actually.”
"No no! You aren't a bother in anyway sir." She shook her head "Much better than I, look at you! A knight, wow... A beacon of hope."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"I mean, I don't really have a use for a baby Jesus. I don't have anywhere to put it..." He looks it over. "I'd like you to have it. Oh, uh, my name is Stigmata, if I haven't told you already. I don't think I did. Did I?"
"You did not, but it's nice to meet you." She spoke softly "My name is Misha." She gently takes the little baby Jesus statue and holds it like it might break, oh so gentle, before placing it in her apron pocket.
He seems very happy. "I like that name. Could I use it when you don't need it anymore?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He lowers his blade out of the stance, held height above his head, “No, feel no need to apologize, dear madam. I am in your way, you are clearly working harder than I.” He sticks his blade into the ground, leaning on it causally.
"I would not say that." She covers her mouth to try and control another bout of nervous laughter from bubbling up "I didn't want to bother you, you seemed hard at work after all."
“I was simply mediating, I wouldn’t want to interrupt you with a conversation you shouldn’t want, though you shouldn’t feel the need to cover your mouth, I enjoyed your laughter.” He says honestly, taking off his helmet, revealing long, silver locks and pointed ears, a handsome half elf man.
She shakes her head, her lips twitching a bit "It's a nervous habit unfortunately, sometimes against my own will." She shrugs and sighs "I'm sorry, I'm bothering you."
“You shouldn’t try to suppress it, but what do I know, I’m a stranger to you.” He says with a chuckle, putting his helmet under his arm, “You aren’t bothering me any, I had the same worry about you, actually.”
"No no! You aren't a bother in anyway sir." She shook her head "Much better than I, look at you! A knight, wow... A beacon of hope."
He chuckle with the slightest bit of a blush “Thank you, I’m honored by the thought, but I wouldn’t say I am. I try to be, but I shouldn’t be revered.” He says with a bright smile.
"I mean, I don't really have a use for a baby Jesus. I don't have anywhere to put it..." He looks it over. "I'd like you to have it. Oh, uh, my name is Stigmata, if I haven't told you already. I don't think I did. Did I?"
"You did not, but it's nice to meet you." She spoke softly "My name is Misha." She gently takes the little baby Jesus statue and holds it like it might break, oh so gentle, before placing it in her apron pocket.
He seems very happy. "I like that name. Could I use it when you don't need it anymore?"
"I'm bound to die at one point or another, give or take 30 to 40 years, but sure!" She nods and sits down, petting the deer carcass despite it being.. well... Dead.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He lowers his blade out of the stance, held height above his head, “No, feel no need to apologize, dear madam. I am in your way, you are clearly working harder than I.” He sticks his blade into the ground, leaning on it causally.
"I would not say that." She covers her mouth to try and control another bout of nervous laughter from bubbling up "I didn't want to bother you, you seemed hard at work after all."
“I was simply mediating, I wouldn’t want to interrupt you with a conversation you shouldn’t want, though you shouldn’t feel the need to cover your mouth, I enjoyed your laughter.” He says honestly, taking off his helmet, revealing long, silver locks and pointed ears, a handsome half elf man.
She shakes her head, her lips twitching a bit "It's a nervous habit unfortunately, sometimes against my own will." She shrugs and sighs "I'm sorry, I'm bothering you."
“You shouldn’t try to suppress it, but what do I know, I’m a stranger to you.” He says with a chuckle, putting his helmet under his arm, “You aren’t bothering me any, I had the same worry about you, actually.”
"No no! You aren't a bother in anyway sir." She shook her head "Much better than I, look at you! A knight, wow... A beacon of hope."
He chuckle with the slightest bit of a blush “Thank you, I’m honored by the thought, but I wouldn’t say I am. I try to be, but I shouldn’t be revered.” He says with a bright smile.
"If you have those who revere you in any way, you are a symbol for their hope my good sir." She smiles, her lips twitching to hold it without collapsing.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He lowers his blade out of the stance, held height above his head, “No, feel no need to apologize, dear madam. I am in your way, you are clearly working harder than I.” He sticks his blade into the ground, leaning on it causally.
"I would not say that." She covers her mouth to try and control another bout of nervous laughter from bubbling up "I didn't want to bother you, you seemed hard at work after all."
“I was simply mediating, I wouldn’t want to interrupt you with a conversation you shouldn’t want, though you shouldn’t feel the need to cover your mouth, I enjoyed your laughter.” He says honestly, taking off his helmet, revealing long, silver locks and pointed ears, a handsome half elf man.
She shakes her head, her lips twitching a bit "It's a nervous habit unfortunately, sometimes against my own will." She shrugs and sighs "I'm sorry, I'm bothering you."
“You shouldn’t try to suppress it, but what do I know, I’m a stranger to you.” He says with a chuckle, putting his helmet under his arm, “You aren’t bothering me any, I had the same worry about you, actually.”
"No no! You aren't a bother in anyway sir." She shook her head "Much better than I, look at you! A knight, wow... A beacon of hope."
He chuckle with the slightest bit of a blush “Thank you, I’m honored by the thought, but I wouldn’t say I am. I try to be, but I shouldn’t be revered.” He says with a bright smile.
"If you have those who revere you in any way, you are a symbol for their hope my good sir." She smiles, her lips twitching to hold it without collapsing.
He laughs, a soothing and warm sound “You can just call me Eithan, and I implore that you do, but your words may be true. I won’t let myself be revered, but I will attempt to be what people need at one time or another. What about you Misha?”
He lowers his blade out of the stance, held height above his head, “No, feel no need to apologize, dear madam. I am in your way, you are clearly working harder than I.” He sticks his blade into the ground, leaning on it causally.
"I would not say that." She covers her mouth to try and control another bout of nervous laughter from bubbling up "I didn't want to bother you, you seemed hard at work after all."
“I was simply mediating, I wouldn’t want to interrupt you with a conversation you shouldn’t want, though you shouldn’t feel the need to cover your mouth, I enjoyed your laughter.” He says honestly, taking off his helmet, revealing long, silver locks and pointed ears, a handsome half elf man.
She shakes her head, her lips twitching a bit "It's a nervous habit unfortunately, sometimes against my own will." She shrugs and sighs "I'm sorry, I'm bothering you."
“You shouldn’t try to suppress it, but what do I know, I’m a stranger to you.” He says with a chuckle, putting his helmet under his arm, “You aren’t bothering me any, I had the same worry about you, actually.”
"No no! You aren't a bother in anyway sir." She shook her head "Much better than I, look at you! A knight, wow... A beacon of hope."
He chuckle with the slightest bit of a blush “Thank you, I’m honored by the thought, but I wouldn’t say I am. I try to be, but I shouldn’t be revered.” He says with a bright smile.
"If you have those who revere you in any way, you are a symbol for their hope my good sir." She smiles, her lips twitching to hold it without collapsing.
He laughs, a soothing and warm sound “You can just call me Eithan, and I implore that you do, but your words may be true. I won’t let myself be revered, but I will attempt to be what people need at one time or another. What about you Misha?”
She bristles and tilts her head "You know my name how?" She asks, his tone turning worried. Her eyes gain that glint like a spooked animal, ready to run.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
“Yep, and I like it. Knew something like this would get you up.” He says with a smile, sitting down nearby.
He sighs, looking down “And why can’t I come along? I’m capable and strong, you know that.”
Their mouth once again wraps around his arm, taking the flesh before pulling back. Xavier feels a claw making its way down his spine as Ambrosia sits next to him.
He blinks wearily, crawling into their lap.
"Family matters. You're uh.. not related, technically.."
"Oh, it's my lovely loves" he says with a smile, leaning into them
They rest a hand on their head, “Still tired?”
He nods, slightly hurt by the comment but understanding “Okay…”
The eye color changes as they both smile back at him, “We knew you would grow to love them.”
He lowers his blade out of the stance, held height above his head, “No, feel no need to apologize, dear madam. I am in your way, you are clearly working harder than I.” He sticks his blade into the ground, leaning on it causally.
"I would not say that." She covers her mouth to try and control another bout of nervous laughter from bubbling up "I didn't want to bother you, you seemed hard at work after all."
“I was simply mediating, I wouldn’t want to interrupt you with a conversation you shouldn’t want, though you shouldn’t feel the need to cover your mouth, I enjoyed your laughter.” He says honestly, taking off his helmet, revealing long, silver locks and pointed ears, a handsome half elf man.
She shakes her head, her lips twitching a bit "It's a nervous habit unfortunately, sometimes against my own will." She shrugs and sighs "I'm sorry, I'm bothering you."
“You shouldn’t try to suppress it, but what do I know, I’m a stranger to you.” He says with a chuckle, putting his helmet under his arm, “You aren’t bothering me any, I had the same worry about you, actually.”
"No no! You aren't a bother in anyway sir." She shook her head "Much better than I, look at you! A knight, wow... A beacon of hope."
He chuckle with the slightest bit of a blush “Thank you, I’m honored by the thought, but I wouldn’t say I am. I try to be, but I shouldn’t be revered.” He says with a bright smile.
"If you have those who revere you in any way, you are a symbol for their hope my good sir." She smiles, her lips twitching to hold it without collapsing.
He laughs, a soothing and warm sound “You can just call me Eithan, and I implore that you do, but your words may be true. I won’t let myself be revered, but I will attempt to be what people need at one time or another. What about you Misha?”
She bristles and tilts her head "You know my name how?" She asks, his tone turning worried. Her eyes gain that glint like a spooked animal, ready to run.
His left eye twitches slightly as his eyes widen “I… how do I know your name… my apologies.” He genuinely doesn’t seem to know how or why he knows her name, pulling his hands away from his blade, as to show he’s no threat.
He lowers his blade out of the stance, held height above his head, “No, feel no need to apologize, dear madam. I am in your way, you are clearly working harder than I.” He sticks his blade into the ground, leaning on it causally.
"I would not say that." She covers her mouth to try and control another bout of nervous laughter from bubbling up "I didn't want to bother you, you seemed hard at work after all."
“I was simply mediating, I wouldn’t want to interrupt you with a conversation you shouldn’t want, though you shouldn’t feel the need to cover your mouth, I enjoyed your laughter.” He says honestly, taking off his helmet, revealing long, silver locks and pointed ears, a handsome half elf man.
She shakes her head, her lips twitching a bit "It's a nervous habit unfortunately, sometimes against my own will." She shrugs and sighs "I'm sorry, I'm bothering you."
“You shouldn’t try to suppress it, but what do I know, I’m a stranger to you.” He says with a chuckle, putting his helmet under his arm, “You aren’t bothering me any, I had the same worry about you, actually.”
"No no! You aren't a bother in anyway sir." She shook her head "Much better than I, look at you! A knight, wow... A beacon of hope."
He chuckle with the slightest bit of a blush “Thank you, I’m honored by the thought, but I wouldn’t say I am. I try to be, but I shouldn’t be revered.” He says with a bright smile.
"If you have those who revere you in any way, you are a symbol for their hope my good sir." She smiles, her lips twitching to hold it without collapsing.
He laughs, a soothing and warm sound “You can just call me Eithan, and I implore that you do, but your words may be true. I won’t let myself be revered, but I will attempt to be what people need at one time or another. What about you Misha?”
She bristles and tilts her head "You know my name how?" She asks, his tone turning worried. Her eyes gain that glint like a spooked animal, ready to run.
His left eye twitches slightly as his eyes widen “I… how do I know your name… my apologies.” He genuinely doesn’t seem to know how or why he knows her name, pulling his hands away from his blade, as to show he’s no threat.
Still a little wary, she nods and chuckles again "It's okay, I can't remember why I do things either! Eheheh... I think it's my brain having a grand old time but that's nothing new!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He holds up his hands, shaking his head “I truly am sorry, I haven’t been in my right mind for a long time, and occasionally, I lost myself. I won’t hurt you, I swear.” He steps back from them, sighing.
“Yep, and I like it. Knew something like this would get you up.” He says with a smile, sitting down nearby.
He sighs, looking down “And why can’t I come along? I’m capable and strong, you know that.”
Their mouth once again wraps around his arm, taking the flesh before pulling back. Xavier feels a claw making its way down his spine as Ambrosia sits next to him.
He blinks wearily, crawling into their lap.
"Family matters. You're uh.. not related, technically.."
"Oh, it's my lovely loves" he says with a smile, leaning into them
They rest a hand on their head, “Still tired?”
He nods, slightly hurt by the comment but understanding “Okay…”
The eye color changes as they both smile back at him, “We knew you would grow to love them.”
"Usually am in the mornings."
"I'm sorry.. I actually don't exactly know why you cant come, but not even my parents know were we're going.."
"I was jealous before.. and I apologize for that."
“Well, you didn’t keep that promise last night, so I’ll wait for when you’re more awake~”
He sighs once more, looking worried for them, putting his hands on their lap, “Just… promise me you’ll be okay?”
“Dear, I love them, but the way I love you is different. I’m happy you were jealous, that shows you really care.”
“Yep, and I like it. Knew something like this would get you up.” He says with a smile, sitting down nearby.
He sighs, looking down “And why can’t I come along? I’m capable and strong, you know that.”
Their mouth once again wraps around his arm, taking the flesh before pulling back. Xavier feels a claw making its way down his spine as Ambrosia sits next to him.
He blinks wearily, crawling into their lap.
"Family matters. You're uh.. not related, technically.."
"Oh, it's my lovely loves" he says with a smile, leaning into them
They rest a hand on their head, “Still tired?”
He nods, slightly hurt by the comment but understanding “Okay…”
The eye color changes as they both smile back at him, “We knew you would grow to love them.”
"Usually am in the mornings."
"I'm sorry.. I actually don't exactly know why you cant come, but not even my parents know were we're going.."
"I was jealous before.. and I apologize for that."
“Well, you didn’t keep that promise last night, so I’ll wait for when you’re more awake~”
He sighs once more, looking worried for them, putting his hands on their lap, “Just… promise me you’ll be okay?”
“Dear, I love them, but the way I love you is different. I’m happy you were jealous, that shows you really care.”
"That promise was made dependant on you staying awake. I was up waaaay after you went to bed." he snickers, kissing them
"I promise, sweetie." she clings to him
"Does it? Never thought about it that way." he chuckles, patting their thigh. "I didnt know what to think about them at first.. I suppose it was similar to my reaction to you, Ambrosia.. I only knew Duchess and it was.. frightening in a way."
He sighs and kisses them back, “Well, either way, if you’re interested, I’ll be here.” He says with a chuckle, “Hungry for any breakfast?”
He clings to her like the soy boy he is, “I love you…”
“Oh if it weren’t for our shared body, I would have torn Duchess apart for you, but we reached a compromise. Haven’t you noticed that all of our interactions are split between the two of us?” She asks curiously, taking their hand in both of hers, rubbing it softly.
"You did not, but it's nice to meet you." She spoke softly "My name is Misha." She gently takes the little baby Jesus statue and holds it like it might break, oh so gentle, before placing it in her apron pocket.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"No no! You aren't a bother in anyway sir." She shook her head "Much better than I, look at you! A knight, wow... A beacon of hope."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He seems very happy. "I like that name. Could I use it when you don't need it anymore?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He chuckle with the slightest bit of a blush “Thank you, I’m honored by the thought, but I wouldn’t say I am. I try to be, but I shouldn’t be revered.” He says with a bright smile.
"I'm bound to die at one point or another, give or take 30 to 40 years, but sure!" She nods and sits down, petting the deer carcass despite it being.. well... Dead.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"If you have those who revere you in any way, you are a symbol for their hope my good sir." She smiles, her lips twitching to hold it without collapsing.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He laughs, a soothing and warm sound “You can just call me Eithan, and I implore that you do, but your words may be true. I won’t let myself be revered, but I will attempt to be what people need at one time or another. What about you Misha?”
She bristles and tilts her head "You know my name how?" She asks, his tone turning worried. Her eyes gain that glint like a spooked animal, ready to run.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Goodnight, chickens! I must go!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They rest a hand on their head, “Still tired?”
He nods, slightly hurt by the comment but understanding “Okay…”
The eye color changes as they both smile back at him, “We knew you would grow to love them.”
His left eye twitches slightly as his eyes widen “I… how do I know your name… my apologies.” He genuinely doesn’t seem to know how or why he knows her name, pulling his hands away from his blade, as to show he’s no threat.
Still a little wary, she nods and chuckles again "It's okay, I can't remember why I do things either! Eheheh... I think it's my brain having a grand old time but that's nothing new!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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*Cut for Wendi.*
He holds up his hands, shaking his head “I truly am sorry, I haven’t been in my right mind for a long time, and occasionally, I lost myself. I won’t hurt you, I swear.” He steps back from them, sighing.
“Well, you didn’t keep that promise last night, so I’ll wait for when you’re more awake~”
He sighs once more, looking worried for them, putting his hands on their lap, “Just… promise me you’ll be okay?”
“Dear, I love them, but the way I love you is different. I’m happy you were jealous, that shows you really care.”
He sighs and kisses them back, “Well, either way, if you’re interested, I’ll be here.” He says with a chuckle, “Hungry for any breakfast?”
He clings to her like the soy boy he is, “I love you…”
“Oh if it weren’t for our shared body, I would have torn Duchess apart for you, but we reached a compromise. Haven’t you noticed that all of our interactions are split between the two of us?” She asks curiously, taking their hand in both of hers, rubbing it softly.
*Gtg soon, sorry.*