Theren is upset in the library, flipping through books. Most of them seem to be books on necromancy.
Phoenix is outside smoking his 4th cigarette that morning. He bounces his leg nervously.
The Tarnished is holding off a young Tarrasque. His armor is torn and shattered in some places. His helmet is halfway broken. Laying on the ground behind him, hurt, is Helena.
The Shadow Wizard has constructed a tower in the woods and is chilling inside it.
Lore appears behind him "THEREN!" She rasps, cursing in infernal.
Theren jumps slightly, startled. "Wuh huh?"
She stumbles a bit when she runs over, pulling out a poster from her pocket "Not good! He's coming!"
Theren stands up, gently grabbing her shoulders. "Who?"
She hands him the paper. Its a piece of parchment she ripped from a very old book. A dwarven spirit dressed in cold weather clothing by the name of 'Jack Frost'.
"Hon....Jack Frost is a fairy tale. He was in children's stories to explain winter..."
"No no no no no. I know he isn't." Se says, pacing "A few of my wolves said he is awake again and is making his way to town."
"I don't think we should be worried. It's a dwarf..."
She sighs, running a hand through her hair "Theren, we both have fought gods. Believe me when I say it is an issue."
Kaladin is turning in a bounty, looking tired as he takes the small sack of coins
Georgie is reading a book in oswald's factory
Something is hunched over a body in the forest, shoving meat into it's toothy maw
Scott walks over and pulls items out of his bag. It is a small wooden crow statue and a small black bag with the sigil of transmutation stitched on it. He smiles slightly "These are for you."
Kinko walks over to the toothy maw, tilting her head.
tycho looks up at him, "A gift?"
The creature is mostly featureless, no eyes or ears or a nose, and is a deep gray color
"Yep." He nods.
The Kitsune walks over, no fear in her face or step.
He smiles, taking them then hugging scott, "Thanks" he grins
The creature perks up, seeming to have sensed her approach
"You're welcome." He nods and sits down.
Kinko waves, grinning.
Tycho hums, setting the statue and bag on the table,
It moves towards her, leaving behind the body
"The bag can hold more than what it appears to hold, the statue allows you to summon a crow friend." He chuckles.
She tilts her head from side to side.
"Crow fiend?" he tilts his head curiously
It mimics the motions
"Friend." He says, chuckling.
"Who are ya honey?" She asks.
"Ah," he smiles, picking it up, "sounds nice"
It takes a moment, before speaking in her voice, "Mi...rro...r"
"Yep." He nods and sips his coffee out of his thermos.
"Oh!" She chirps, clapping her hands.
Tycho hums, leaning against him, "First gift i've gotten in a while" he chuckles
Theren is upset in the library, flipping through books. Most of them seem to be books on necromancy.
Phoenix is outside smoking his 4th cigarette that morning. He bounces his leg nervously.
The Tarnished is holding off a young Tarrasque. His armor is torn and shattered in some places. His helmet is halfway broken. Laying on the ground behind him, hurt, is Helena.
The Shadow Wizard has constructed a tower in the woods and is chilling inside it.
Lore appears behind him "THEREN!" She rasps, cursing in infernal.
Theren jumps slightly, startled. "Wuh huh?"
She stumbles a bit when she runs over, pulling out a poster from her pocket "Not good! He's coming!"
Theren stands up, gently grabbing her shoulders. "Who?"
She hands him the paper. Its a piece of parchment she ripped from a very old book. A dwarven spirit dressed in cold weather clothing by the name of 'Jack Frost'.
"Hon....Jack Frost is a fairy tale. He was in children's stories to explain winter..."
"No no no no no. I know he isn't." Se says, pacing "A few of my wolves said he is awake again and is making his way to town."
"I don't think we should be worried. It's a dwarf..."
She sighs, running a hand through her hair "Theren, we both have fought gods. Believe me when I say it is an issue."
He takes her hands in his, putting his forehead to hers. "Look, dearest, I do believe you. I just...I don't think he'll be a problem. We leave him be, he wont come after us or the kids."
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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.
Theren is upset in the library, flipping through books. Most of them seem to be books on necromancy.
Phoenix is outside smoking his 4th cigarette that morning. He bounces his leg nervously.
The Tarnished is holding off a young Tarrasque. His armor is torn and shattered in some places. His helmet is halfway broken. Laying on the ground behind him, hurt, is Helena.
The Shadow Wizard has constructed a tower in the woods and is chilling inside it.
Lore appears behind him "THEREN!" She rasps, cursing in infernal.
Theren jumps slightly, startled. "Wuh huh?"
She stumbles a bit when she runs over, pulling out a poster from her pocket "Not good! He's coming!"
Theren stands up, gently grabbing her shoulders. "Who?"
She hands him the paper. Its a piece of parchment she ripped from a very old book. A dwarven spirit dressed in cold weather clothing by the name of 'Jack Frost'.
"Hon....Jack Frost is a fairy tale. He was in children's stories to explain winter..."
"No no no no no. I know he isn't." Se says, pacing "A few of my wolves said he is awake again and is making his way to town."
"I don't think we should be worried. It's a dwarf..."
She sighs, running a hand through her hair "Theren, we both have fought gods. Believe me when I say it is an issue."
He takes her hands in his, putting his forehead to hers. "Look, dearest, I do believe you. I just...I don't think he'll be a problem. We leave him be, he wont come after us or the kids."
She sighs "Okay.. Okay.. sure. But I am setting up a teleportation circle to my cabin just in case."
She makes a noise, rubbing her hands together, pacing back and forth "That doesn't make sense, why doesn't that make sense."
He sits on a stump, "Emotions don't make sense, that's what is so special about 'em. They aren't supposed to make sense."
She runs a hand through her hair, looking up at him. She looks a little confused, a little upset of sorts.
All he can do is smile at her, pulling out a military grade knife and beginning to shave the scruffy parts of his beard.
She huffs and sits down, bringing her knees to her chest.
He puts an arm over her shoulder after he finishes shaving "Some things just don't make sense."
She rubs her hands together "I just don't get it..."
"I don't either, if I did I'd explain. Maybe nobody is supposed to get it." He looks past the tree branches to the sky "Not sure anybody knows. Sometimes people are supposed to just feel. And not know why."
He takes her hands in his, putting his forehead to hers. "Look, dearest, I do believe you. I just...I don't think he'll be a problem. We leave him be, he wont come after us or the kids."
She sighs "Okay.. Okay.. sure. But I am setting up a teleportation circle to my cabin just in case."
"Okay..." he smiles a bit before sitting back down in front of all the necromancy books.
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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.
She makes a noise, rubbing her hands together, pacing back and forth "That doesn't make sense, why doesn't that make sense."
He sits on a stump, "Emotions don't make sense, that's what is so special about 'em. They aren't supposed to make sense."
She runs a hand through her hair, looking up at him. She looks a little confused, a little upset of sorts.
All he can do is smile at her, pulling out a military grade knife and beginning to shave the scruffy parts of his beard.
She huffs and sits down, bringing her knees to her chest.
He puts an arm over her shoulder after he finishes shaving "Some things just don't make sense."
She rubs her hands together "I just don't get it..."
"I don't either, if I did I'd explain. Maybe nobody is supposed to get it." He looks past the tree branches to the sky "Not sure anybody knows. Sometimes people are supposed to just feel. And not know why."
"I just see everything as an equation. Everything has a cause and effect.. and I wasn't predicting this.." She explains.
He takes her hands in his, putting his forehead to hers. "Look, dearest, I do believe you. I just...I don't think he'll be a problem. We leave him be, he wont come after us or the kids."
She sighs "Okay.. Okay.. sure. But I am setting up a teleportation circle to my cabin just in case."
"Okay..." he smiles a bit before sitting back down in front of all the necromancy books.
She makes a noise, rubbing her hands together, pacing back and forth "That doesn't make sense, why doesn't that make sense."
He sits on a stump, "Emotions don't make sense, that's what is so special about 'em. They aren't supposed to make sense."
She runs a hand through her hair, looking up at him. She looks a little confused, a little upset of sorts.
All he can do is smile at her, pulling out a military grade knife and beginning to shave the scruffy parts of his beard.
She huffs and sits down, bringing her knees to her chest.
He puts an arm over her shoulder after he finishes shaving "Some things just don't make sense."
She rubs her hands together "I just don't get it..."
"I don't either, if I did I'd explain. Maybe nobody is supposed to get it." He looks past the tree branches to the sky "Not sure anybody knows. Sometimes people are supposed to just feel. And not know why."
"I just see everything as an equation. Everything has a cause and effect.. and I wasn't predicting this.." She explains.
He nods "I see what you mean, even if I ain't that way myself. Some questions don't have an answer, not one worth findin' anyway."
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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.'
She makes a noise, rubbing her hands together, pacing back and forth "That doesn't make sense, why doesn't that make sense."
He sits on a stump, "Emotions don't make sense, that's what is so special about 'em. They aren't supposed to make sense."
She runs a hand through her hair, looking up at him. She looks a little confused, a little upset of sorts.
All he can do is smile at her, pulling out a military grade knife and beginning to shave the scruffy parts of his beard.
She huffs and sits down, bringing her knees to her chest.
He puts an arm over her shoulder after he finishes shaving "Some things just don't make sense."
She rubs her hands together "I just don't get it..."
"I don't either, if I did I'd explain. Maybe nobody is supposed to get it." He looks past the tree branches to the sky "Not sure anybody knows. Sometimes people are supposed to just feel. And not know why."
"I just see everything as an equation. Everything has a cause and effect.. and I wasn't predicting this.." She explains.
He nods "I see what you mean, even if I ain't that way myself. Some questions don't have an answer, not one worth findin' anyway."
She rubs her hands together "I just don't get 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
She sighs, running a hand through her hair "Theren, we both have fought gods. Believe me when I say it is an issue."
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
Tycho hums, leaning against him, "First gift i've gotten in a while" he chuckles
it tilts it's head
She looks up and walks over, sitting next, tilting her head and watching silently.
He looks to them "Five o' clock somewhere. Looks like you're filling your lungs with ash."
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.)
"You haven't gotten gifts before?"
"What are you doing out here dear?"
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 takes her hands in his, putting his forehead to hers. "Look, dearest, I do believe you. I just...I don't think he'll be a problem. We leave him be, he wont come after us or the kids."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(Had to go back a second. Regret getting up. How are yall?)
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
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First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3
he shakes his head, "That's normal"
"eat... eating." it says, sitting on the ground
She sighs "Okay.. Okay.. sure. But I am setting up a teleportation circle to my cabin just in case."
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
Tears slowly drop onto the floor as he continues mumbling to himself.
"It helps with anxiety." he says simply, blowing a cloud of smoke
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I don't either, if I did I'd explain. Maybe nobody is supposed to get it." He looks past the tree branches to the sky "Not sure anybody knows. Sometimes people are supposed to just feel. And not know why."
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.)
"Okay..." he smiles a bit before sitting back down in front of all the necromancy books.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He shakes his head "Its pretty normal to get gifts.."
"Well don't let me bother you dear."
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 tilts her head slightly "You are crying. Why? Are the books that complex?"
He wipes any excess Sake off his face "So does the Sake. What's there for you to be anxious about?"
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 just see everything as an equation. Everything has a cause and effect.. and I wasn't predicting this.." She explains.
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 kisses his head.
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 nods "I see what you mean, even if I ain't that way myself. Some questions don't have an answer, not one worth findin' anyway."
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.)
She leans her head against his knee.
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 just holds her in the silence of the moment.
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.)
She clings on to him, just letting her emotions control her for a moment.
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