"I love you too, but I have a feeling thats not what you have going on up there." he says, tappin her noggin
"here." Phoenix hands him some melatonin.
The rumbilign follows them as Hearth screams, earthen pillars erupting from the ground along with pillars of fire.
She sighs and fishes around in her pocket for a moment before placing something in his hand. Its a ring, made of unmelting ice that glints in the sun. Its cool to the touch but not cold.
He takes it and almost downs the entire bottle.
Michaelangelo sighs and takes them away from the fire "Kid, ya gotta run, not stay where the fire is."
"I...what...?"
"WOAH! NO JACK!" he yanks the bottle away.
The fire seems to follow Hearth, him being the one that summoned it.
She says nothing but she looks nervous.
Jack blinks and tilts his head.
Michaelangelo pats his cheek "Oi! Ya gotta not scream mate. You're the one summonin' the fire in here."
"Lore...are you alright?" he asks, taking her hand.
"You might overdose." he grumbles.
His eyes flicker, he calms down a bit, tears pouring from his eyes
"I want to marry you.." She said quietly.
"Mn?" He seems out of it but still hugs him.
"Thanks." He says and sets him down.
"I..." he flushes red. "I do to."
"Go to sleep dear.."
Hearth sobs as he sits there
She flicks her tail back and forth and smiles slightly.
Theren is in the woods with his hands tucked in his pockets. He is conversing with a ghost.
Leo is sitting near Festus, staring at his deactivated dragon.
Phoenix is drumming his fingers on a table, staring downrange at a target 200 feet out.
-new intro-
A young man, about 20, is running through the woods. He has tight fitting black clothing, his shirt buttoned up to his neck. His glasses are slightly askew as he jumps over a log.
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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.
A young man, about 20, is running through the woods. He has tight fitting black clothing, his shirt buttoned up to his neck. His glasses are slightly askew as he jumps over a log.
A young man, about 20, is running through the woods. He has tight fitting black clothing, his shirt buttoned up to his neck. His glasses are slightly askew as he jumps over a log.
Echo watches him from a tree
The elf trips a few times, the last time he hits the ground hard, sprawling out
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She flicks her tail back and forth and smiles slightly.
He lies back and closes his eyes.
"hey.. Its okay.."
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
*morning*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(how are you)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
He slips the ring on and kisses her cheek
Phoenix stays next to them
"no...no I lost control again..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Fine.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She turns red and grins, hiding her face.
He begins to look like he falls asleep but is woken up again.
He sighs and helps them up "Its okay.."
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
(ok)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Your adorable when you're embarrassed."
"Jack?"
"no it's not..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She sighs "Glad at least you think I do."
"Mn?" He looks up.
"Believe me, It is kid. You were scared, and that'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
He chuckles, examining the ring. "Who are we gonna invite?"
"Try to sleep dear.."
"I almost burned down your show..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*hai ^-^*
psychopath ^-^
*hey :3*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*open chars?*
psychopath ^-^
"Anyone you want." She smiles.
He closes his eyes but is restless.
"Kid. Look at me. Its okay. I swear by it."
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
Theren is in the woods with his hands tucked in his pockets. He is conversing with a ghost.
Leo is sitting near Festus, staring at his deactivated dragon.
Phoenix is drumming his fingers on a table, staring downrange at a target 200 feet out.
-new intro-
A young man, about 20, is running through the woods. He has tight fitting black clothing, his shirt buttoned up to his neck. His glasses are slightly askew as he jumps over a log.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"We need to invite some of your friends as well. Maybe your family?"
Phoenix hums a song to him, trying to soothe them
Hearth nods, hands still trembling as he wipes his eyes
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Echo watches him from a tree
psychopath ^-^
"Maybe.. I haven't seen my mother in a while." She said.
He sighs and becomes still but he doesn't seem to rest.
A cup of tea forms from nowhere and Michaelangelo hands it to him.
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
*rp wedigo?*
psychopath ^-^
The elf trips a few times, the last time he hits the ground hard, sprawling out
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.