Azabrose looks like an angel in the simplest sense. Not any known type, and dressed like a mortal official, but a shining pinnacle of virtue and health. "Then why are you down here?"
Egregore sighs. "I'm sure you've met better. I'm just some guy who happens to be..." He holds Donn closer. "...the luckiest one in the universe." The spirits are mischievous, but harmless. They look a bit spooky and weird, much like Donn's children, but they similarly have no interest in violence.
Genesis narrows his eyes and stands up, he is much shorter than Azabrose. "Sometimes when an angel asks questions, their gods don't like it." He says, his monotone voice turning cold.
Donn smiles "Hardly there are others that compare. That would be like comparing pyrite to gold." he grins and fidgets with his cuff links. The children, all around, seem to be having a wonderful time much to the dismay of the townsfolk who look on in horror. Donn faces Egregore and tilts his head "If it is okay with you, tomorrow at whatever time you like, I would like to show you something special."
"But you still call yourself an angel? A sin is any miss of the mark, and if an angel commits a sin, they fall, and any fallen angel is a demon." The larger being looks calm and steady, perfectly serene despite the aggression.
Egregore's spiral eyes widen. "O-oh, really? I didn't expect this. Oh dear, was this a planned exchange that I forgot about?" He seems to be fretting. "I know how the Fey feel about gifts. I'm sorry in advance if yours surpasses mine, please forgive me."
"I wouldn't call myself an angel but I can still enter heaven without being hunted. I can also enter hell without being a threat to them either." he raised a brow "I committed no sin that was under the doctrine of my god but I was considered a rebel amongst my kind." He said and tilted his wings unfurling.
"No no! Not that dear. You know I don't follow their rules as strictly as the rest." he chuckles and kisses their knuckles "Its something else."
"But you still call yourself an angel? A sin is any miss of the mark, and if an angel commits a sin, they fall, and any fallen angel is a demon." The larger being looks calm and steady, perfectly serene despite the aggression.
Egregore's spiral eyes widen. "O-oh, really? I didn't expect this. Oh dear, was this a planned exchange that I forgot about?" He seems to be fretting. "I know how the Fey feel about gifts. I'm sorry in advance if yours surpasses mine, please forgive me."
"I wouldn't call myself an angel but I can still enter heaven without being hunted. I can also enter hell without being a threat to them either." he raised a brow "I committed no sin that was under the doctrine of my god but I was considered a rebel amongst my kind." He said and tilted his wings unfurling.
"No no! Not that dear. You know I don't follow their rules as strictly as the rest." he chuckles and kisses their knuckles "Its something else."
"I see. I am sorry. I was insensitive." Azabrose gives off an incredibly soothing presence, the kind that could cure magical madness or calm a paranoid. He moves forward with a deliverate slowness and gives Genesis a gentle, comforting hug. I get the idea it might not be comforting to Genesis, but he can definitely feel the supernatural soothing.
Egregore pets Donn, rubbing his long ears. "I know, dear. I know. But you know me. Always the worry-wart, I guess."
"But you still call yourself an angel? A sin is any miss of the mark, and if an angel commits a sin, they fall, and any fallen angel is a demon." The larger being looks calm and steady, perfectly serene despite the aggression.
Egregore's spiral eyes widen. "O-oh, really? I didn't expect this. Oh dear, was this a planned exchange that I forgot about?" He seems to be fretting. "I know how the Fey feel about gifts. I'm sorry in advance if yours surpasses mine, please forgive me."
"I wouldn't call myself an angel but I can still enter heaven without being hunted. I can also enter hell without being a threat to them either." he raised a brow "I committed no sin that was under the doctrine of my god but I was considered a rebel amongst my kind." He said and tilted his wings unfurling.
"No no! Not that dear. You know I don't follow their rules as strictly as the rest." he chuckles and kisses their knuckles "Its something else."
"I see. I am sorry. I was insensitive." Azabrose gives off an incredibly soothing presence, the kind that could cure magical madness or calm a paranoid. He moves forward with a deliverate slowness and gives Genesis a gentle, comforting hug. I get the idea it might not be comforting to Genesis, but he can definitely feel the supernatural soothing.
Egregore pets Donn, rubbing his long ears. "I know, dear. I know. But you know me. Always the worry-wart, I guess."
Genesis visibly recoils when given the hug, gritting his teeth.
"It would be insensitive to say you don't need to be for we are who we are but I can assure you it is something I wanted to give you for a very long time.
Genesis is making multiple maps at once while sitting outside. The angel has a bored expression as he does this, multiple hands floating around him and copying it on to other sheets. His golden hair is tied back in a ponytail, and his blue eyes constantly darting around.
Sanviento, which would be the four winged angelic Aasimar, walk around, a notebook in one hand, and within the other is something unexpected. In his hand is a still beating heart, golden ichor leaking from where the artery would be. A pen writing down on the notebook as he mutters to himself.
Genesis looks up, raising a single brow. "You might want to get that healed as fast as possible."
He looks up from his notebook and waves a hand dismissively, looking to the heart and back as ichor runs down his hand, and they can notice it's mixed into his hair somehow "Don't worry, this isn't mine."
Genesis stands up, the hands disappearing around the maps rolling up quietly and stacking into a pile. He places his hands in his pockets and walks over, his head tilting to the side "Here.." He snaps his fingers and its gone like it was never there in the first place.
A look of panic instantly crosses his face, he drops the notebook and he grabs Genesis's chest "WHY DID YOU DO THAT!!! MY FRIEND IS GOING TO [GP]ING DIE BECAUSE OF THAT!!! BRING IT BACK NOW!" His voice cracking a bit from all the yelling as he shakes the angel.
Genesis looks unbothered by being shaken, his bored look still on his face. He produces a knife made of celestial steel and drives it through the flesh on his arm until the tip of the blade appears on the other side. He waves a hand and produces a vial and cork, gathering up the golden ichor in it and corking it. He hands it to them, pulls out the blade, and brushes their hands off of them "Don't touch me."
He puts his hands to his head, holding it and beginning to hyperventilate, his wings moving frantically "[GP]! [GP]! [GP]! [GP]! [GP]! [GP]! [GP]!" Ichor begins to run down his head as he holds it in his hands.
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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.'
*Hello my friends, i exist finally. How is everyone?*
Tycho is eating lunch on a roof
Georgie is reading a letter in the grass, looking a bit sad
*I get to run a D&D session for a few people on Sunday.*
*Thats good, i hope it goes well :>*
*Wanna rp?*
Yuri appears besides Georgie, sitting down."Hi there.." She says gently.
he rubs his eyes, folding the letter in half as he leans on her a bit, "Hi miss Yuri." he replys softly
She pets his hair and tilts her head "What is wrong?"
"i..." he doesn;t seem to know the words for what he's trying to say for a moment, before he looks up at her with tears in his eyes, "What's a divorce?"
Genesis is making multiple maps at once while sitting outside. The angel has a bored expression as he does this, multiple hands floating around him and copying it on to other sheets. His golden hair is tied back in a ponytail, and his blue eyes constantly darting around.
Sanviento, which would be the four winged angelic Aasimar, walk around, a notebook in one hand, and within the other is something unexpected. In his hand is a still beating heart, golden ichor leaking from where the artery would be. A pen writing down on the notebook as he mutters to himself.
Genesis looks up, raising a single brow. "You might want to get that healed as fast as possible."
He looks up from his notebook and waves a hand dismissively, looking to the heart and back as ichor runs down his hand, and they can notice it's mixed into his hair somehow "Don't worry, this isn't mine."
Genesis stands up, the hands disappearing around the maps rolling up quietly and stacking into a pile. He places his hands in his pockets and walks over, his head tilting to the side "Here.." He snaps his fingers and its gone like it was never there in the first place.
A look of panic instantly crosses his face, he drops the notebook and he grabs Genesis's chest "WHY DID YOU DO THAT!!! MY FRIEND IS GOING TO [GP]ING DIE BECAUSE OF THAT!!! BRING IT BACK NOW!" His voice cracking a bit from all the yelling as he shakes the angel.
Genesis looks unbothered by being shaken, his bored look still on his face. He produces a knife made of celestial steel and drives it through the flesh on his arm until the tip of the blade appears on the other side. He waves a hand and produces a vial and cork, gathering up the golden ichor in it and corking it. He hands it to them, pulls out the blade, and brushes their hands off of them "Don't touch me."
He puts his hands to his head, holding it and beginning to hyperventilate, his wings moving frantically "[GP]! [GP]! [GP]! [GP]! [GP]! [GP]! [GP]!" Ichor begins to run down his head as he holds it in his hands.
*Hello my friends, i exist finally. How is everyone?*
Tycho is eating lunch on a roof
Georgie is reading a letter in the grass, looking a bit sad
*I get to run a D&D session for a few people on Sunday.*
*Thats good, i hope it goes well :>*
*Wanna rp?*
Yuri appears besides Georgie, sitting down."Hi there.." She says gently.
he rubs his eyes, folding the letter in half as he leans on her a bit, "Hi miss Yuri." he replys softly
She pets his hair and tilts her head "What is wrong?"
"i..." he doesn;t seem to know the words for what he's trying to say for a moment, before he looks up at her with tears in his eyes, "What's a divorce?"
She looks down at him and looks a bit uncomfortable "Is... that what happened?"
*Hello my friends, i exist finally. How is everyone?*
Tycho is eating lunch on a roof
Georgie is reading a letter in the grass, looking a bit sad
*I get to run a D&D session for a few people on Sunday.*
*Thats good, i hope it goes well :>*
*Wanna rp?*
Yuri appears besides Georgie, sitting down."Hi there.." She says gently.
he rubs his eyes, folding the letter in half as he leans on her a bit, "Hi miss Yuri." he replys softly
She pets his hair and tilts her head "What is wrong?"
"i..." he doesn;t seem to know the words for what he's trying to say for a moment, before he looks up at her with tears in his eyes, "What's a divorce?"
She looks down at him and looks a bit uncomfortable "Is... that what happened?"
"I... got a letter, and my sister said that mom and dad want one." He says, messing with his hands softly,
"I see. I am sorry. I was insensitive." Azabrose gives off an incredibly soothing presence, the kind that could cure magical madness or calm a paranoid. He moves forward with a deliverate slowness and gives Genesis a gentle, comforting hug. I get the idea it might not be comforting to Genesis, but he can definitely feel the supernatural soothing.
Egregore pets Donn, rubbing his long ears. "I know, dear. I know. But you know me. Always the worry-wart, I guess."
Genesis visibly recoils when given the hug, gritting his teeth.
"It would be insensitive to say you don't need to be for we are who we are but I can assure you it is something I wanted to give you for a very long time. "
Azabrose lets him go after a moment. "Ah. I just can't do anything right it seems. What an ignorant mind I must have. How may I make it up to you?"
Egregore looks up at Donn (his height is inconsistent, being a smoke spirit) with big eyes. He kisses Donn on the nose. "I'm sure it will be perfect then. Sometimes I think you know me better than I do."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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*Hello my friends, i exist finally. How is everyone?*
Tycho is eating lunch on a roof
Georgie is reading a letter in the grass, looking a bit sad
*By the way, if you saw Egregore on the Autumn Country, he is an absolute menace when he needs to be.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I wouldn't call myself an angel but I can still enter heaven without being hunted. I can also enter hell without being a threat to them either." he raised a brow "I committed no sin that was under the doctrine of my god but I was considered a rebel amongst my kind." He said and tilted his wings unfurling.
"No no! Not that dear. You know I don't follow their rules as strictly as the rest." he chuckles and kisses their knuckles "Its something else."
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
*I was thinking about bringing Donn into the Autumn Country but he would most likely be like how he is here.*
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
*I get to run a D&D session for a few people on Sunday.*
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
*Thats good, i hope it goes well :>*
*Wanna rp?*
Yuri appears besides Georgie, sitting down."Hi there.." She says gently.
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
"I see. I am sorry. I was insensitive." Azabrose gives off an incredibly soothing presence, the kind that could cure magical madness or calm a paranoid. He moves forward with a deliverate slowness and gives Genesis a gentle, comforting hug. I get the idea it might not be comforting to Genesis, but he can definitely feel the supernatural soothing.
Egregore pets Donn, rubbing his long ears. "I know, dear. I know. But you know me. Always the worry-wart, I guess."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*The entire setting adores creatures like Donn, so that would be an interesting twist for his character.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
he rubs his eyes, folding the letter in half as he leans on her a bit, "Hi miss Yuri." he replys softly
Genesis visibly recoils when given the hug, gritting his teeth.
"It would be insensitive to say you don't need to be for we are who we are but I can assure you it is something I wanted to give you for a very long time.
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
She pets his hair and tilts her head "What is wrong?"
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
*Hmmmmmm.... Maybe ill add 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
He puts his hands to his head, holding it and beginning to hyperventilate, his wings moving frantically "[GP]! [GP]! [GP]! [GP]! [GP]! [GP]! [GP]!" Ichor begins to run down his head as he holds it in his hands.
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..." he doesn;t seem to know the words for what he's trying to say for a moment, before he looks up at her with tears in his eyes, "What's a divorce?"
Genesis tilts their head, blinking slowly.
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
She looks down at him and looks a bit uncomfortable "Is... that what happened?"
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
(That's a lotta children.)
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
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"I... got a letter, and my sister said that mom and dad want one." He says, messing with his hands softly,
Azabrose lets him go after a moment. "Ah. I just can't do anything right it seems. What an ignorant mind I must have. How may I make it up to you?"
Egregore looks up at Donn (his height is inconsistent, being a smoke spirit) with big eyes. He kisses Donn on the nose. "I'm sure it will be perfect then. Sometimes I think you know me better than I do."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels