She wraps two of her arms around him as well, a somewhat somber smile on her face. "Such is the way of things. I'm happy to be here now- especially here with you." She responds.
"Agreed- though, stars aren't exactly sapient in the sense that an animal is, so the hunts are usually rather easy. Unfortunately so- it'd be quite entertaining if the stars tried to fight back or flee, I'd say." It responds, laughing a bit to itself.
He smiles, “Dear, you flatter me.” He kisses them once again, pulling back a little later this time “Tomorrow we get married, we become something beyond, and what after that?”
“Such an interesting being you are, first mortal yet already existing with aspirations for the divine through the consumption of aspects celestial. Would you like a bite of my sandwich? Or are you full from all the stars you’ve eaten?” He asks half joking, chuckling to himself.
She thinks for a moment after their lips part. "...I don't know. Continue to happily exist as the best possible iterations of ourselves?" She muses.
"I appreciate the offer, but I can't- I lack the anatomy to consume anything aside from light." It responds, chuckling to itself as well.
“That sounds absolutely wonderful, the best iterations of ourselves enjoying the company of each other.” He walks back to the warehouse to put his blades away.
“Aren’t gods able to shape shift?” He asks curiously, continuing to eat his own sandwich, humming to himself with each bite, crunching into the food happily.
"I agree. I can't think of anything better." She walks back alongside him.
"To an extent, yes- at least, as far as I know. Though, I haven't quite gotten to that yet."
“A beautiful existence with the greatest woman ever conceived by whatever beings sculpted this place we call home.”
“Oh you’ll get it, you’ve already figured out avatars, it’s only a matter of time.” He chuckles, before beginning to walk back to his chair.
He pats the lionoid's head, his fat paws nearly enveloping the young "man's" skull. He lifts up the bag of gummy worms. "Hold out your hands," he instructs.
*his own shirt :3*
His ears flickers and he chirps from the paw, his hidden mature instincts taking a slight front seat. he smiles and holds out his paws together below the bag they're holding.
*Damn, I had a misunderstanding.*
He pours out about three servings of worms. "Is anyone watching you?"
Jason’s own voice is distinctly Australian and charismatic, and he smiles, “Of course, Frost has been having an absolutely lovely life. Hate to hear that, would you like a sandwich? I’m good at keeping them cold.”
"Quite a generous offer. I've been living off pixie stix for months, so I will gladly take you up on your offer." He smiles warmly, taking off his hat and sitting down, the chair creaking in terrified protest. "So, what's on your mind?"
“Absolutely nothing at all.” He pulls a sandwich out of nowhere, handing it to them with a soft smile on his face, “Pixie Stix, mate? That certainly doesn’t sound like a balanced diet to me.” He says with a joking chuckle, Frost resting next to them both, the ground beginning to freeze slowly.
*Just played a bit of Alan Wake American Nightmare and all I can say is...... Mr Scratch makes me want to set fire to a small deserted Arizona motel in the middle of nowhere.*
"You're welcome, dear." His murmurs are as sweet as honey and hypnotic as the lapping of waves. He points back at the Exorcists with his thumb. "If they scare you, we can go somewhere else. I want you to feel safe."
"...Okay... I would like that..." Amicus responds, looking back at the Exorcists as well and shuddering slightly.
He stands up and walks to it, holding out his hand for it to take. "Where would you like to go?"
"Quite a generous offer. I've been living off pixie stix for months, so I will gladly take you up on your offer." He smiles warmly, taking off his hat and sitting down, the chair creaking in terrified protest. "So, what's on your mind?"
“Absolutely nothing at all.” He pulls a sandwich out of nowhere, handing it to them with a soft smile on his face, “Pixie Stix, mate? That certainly doesn’t sound like a balanced diet to me.” He says with a joking chuckle, Frost resting next to them both, the ground beginning to freeze slowly.
He takes it gently, as though afraid to break it. "My mechanical components run on sugar, but sometimes it's good to have something else. Makes it easier to heal, too." He lifts his hand off the table, revealing a pair of throwing knives with the names Jason and Frost on them. He reaches down to pet Frost.
*Just played a bit of Alan Wake American Nightmare and all I can say is...... Mr Scratch makes me want to set fire to a small deserted Arizona motel in the middle of nowhere.*
*Gtg soon.*
She pulls them into her arms, rubbing her back, “It’s okay, there’s got to be something we can do.”
He looks down at them and smirks, before closing his eyes and leaning back.
It comes off, tearing off a bit of skin with it, the roots deep into her.
*Sure! Any particular character(s) you'd like?*
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 beautiful existence with the greatest woman ever conceived by whatever beings sculpted this place we call home.”
“Oh you’ll get it, you’ve already figured out avatars, it’s only a matter of time.” He chuckles, before beginning to walk back to his chair.
*Damn, I had a misunderstanding.*
He pours out about three servings of worms. "Is anyone watching you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Unfortunately not, I’m so sorry.*
“Jax, I can’t let this be the end…” She says, squeezing their hand back.
“I love you infinitely more.” He says, letting them, warming up to a steady burn.
After a while, they hear a groan coming from the bed, and Paracelsus sits up.
“Absolutely nothing at all.” He pulls a sandwich out of nowhere, handing it to them with a soft smile on his face, “Pixie Stix, mate? That certainly doesn’t sound like a balanced diet to me.” He says with a joking chuckle, Frost resting next to them both, the ground beginning to freeze slowly.
*Just played a bit of Alan Wake American Nightmare and all I can say is...... Mr Scratch makes me want to set fire to a small deserted Arizona motel in the middle of nowhere.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He stands up and walks to it, holding out his hand for it to take. "Where would you like to go?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She seems to calm a little bit, still shaking, “I just want to go home and lie down, if that’s okay.”
He flexes to make it as if they were patting a heated wall, smiling at them.
Her eyes glow a color just like the mushroom caps, “Science of course.” She says with an unhinged smile.
He takes it gently, as though afraid to break it. "My mechanical components run on sugar, but sometimes it's good to have something else. Makes it easier to heal, too." He lifts his hand off the table, revealing a pair of throwing knives with the names Jason and Frost on them. He reaches down to pet Frost.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He picks up the raigaar and sets them on his lap. "Well, what are you doing all the way out here, little one?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*... is that a good thing?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She nods, walking back to Jax’s place and collapsing in the bed, beginning to cry into a pillow.
He laughs with them, pulling them up and leaning back in the recliner.
She sits down next to them, looking over to James and gesturing them to come over.