So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*I'm tired I guess, mentally and physically and spiritually. It feels like I'm in this loop almost, everyday is the same: Wake up, go to work, do work, go home again and again. I feel like sometimes I'm hollow on the inside, no guts or matter making me up, just a hollow cavity.,
The construct dashes over, his footsteps heavy on the sand. He twirls and bows. "Alwin Grouper, at your service."
He returns the bow, tipping his hat with that smile of his “Uzui, and you are far from my service, you seem too good for it.”
"True, but it's a figure of speech." His limbs click and whirr as he moves. "I'm a visiting businessman and spiritualist. Not local yet, but if things go well I can try. Would you like a pen?" He holds out a ball-point pen with contact information and his name on it. A business card you can write with, basically.
The construct dashes over, his footsteps heavy on the sand. He twirls and bows. "Alwin Grouper, at your service."
He returns the bow, tipping his hat with that smile of his “Uzui, and you are far from my service, you seem too good for it.”
"True, but it's a figure of speech." His limbs click and whirr as he moves. "I'm a visiting businessman and spiritualist. Not local yet, but if things go well I can try. Would you like a pen?" He holds out a ball-point pen with contact information and his name on it. A business card you can write with, basically.
He shakes his head, analyzing their every movement with curiosity filling his eyes, moving his hat to rest on his neck, his long hair falling to the sides of his face, and in front of it, “I have no need for one, though I appreciate the offer entirely.”
(may i ask what happened)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*I'm tired I guess, mentally and physically and spiritually. It feels like I'm in this loop almost, everyday is the same: Wake up, go to work, do work, go home again and again. I feel like sometimes I'm hollow on the inside, no guts or matter making me up, just a hollow cavity.,
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
"True, but it's a figure of speech." His limbs click and whirr as he moves. "I'm a visiting businessman and spiritualist. Not local yet, but if things go well I can try. Would you like a pen?" He holds out a ball-point pen with contact information and his name on it. A business card you can write with, basically.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Burnout hits the hardest after a high point. I wish I could help, but I don't really have a solution.*
*I love you so much. Please take good care of yourself, babe.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*It's fine.*
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
“Then I will be leaving you, see you around.” He walks off, after bowing a second time:
He shakes his head, analyzing their every movement with curiosity filling his eyes, moving his hat to rest on his neck, his long hair falling to the sides of his face, and in front of it, “I have no need for one, though I appreciate the offer entirely.”
*Honestly I want to use more of him, but I don’t want to force that onto you. Of course I do, your pick.*
Clem had went out for a little bit, and is back, sitting on the hoard, watching them with passionate eyes.
Marionette is doing much better now, and is making breakfast for the both of them, watching them sleep.
Merabelle definitely notices as she goes for a walk, coming over, “Cyvus?”
He doesn’t resist once again, happy to be close to his wife, “Dear, are you doing well?”
She looks back to them, still wrapped in covers as she makes them a breakfast burrito.
“Ya are lookin’ pale, paler than ya usually do anyway.”
“Doing very good, dear.” He kisses their cheek, “My beloved dragon queen.”
“Just a little sick, are you hungry love?” She asks, putting the burrito down.
She picks them up, “Are ya still sick?”
*Shes an absolute monster, she’s beaten several demons to death with her bare hands and without her abilities.*
He leans against them “I love you even more, my dear.”
She puts the burrito in front of them.
“I believe that, but I’ll check.” She begins trying to sense the sickness.
“If I had eternity, I would give every year loving you.” He says, smiling softly.
She sits down next to them, hugging them “Think nothing of it, I just love you.”
She begins taking them back to her orphanage “Come on, I’m gonna heal ya.”