Nick walks into the Inn, looking around for Mauric. His white wings fluttering nervously
Mauric is just now exiting his room, looking fretful.
Nick lunges at him, hugging him tightly, his wings enveloping them both
Mauric looks shocked but the moment he recognizes Nick, he hugs him back as hard as he can.
Nicks breathing is ragged. "god oh god....why...this..."
Mauric leans back ever so slightly. “Nick… I’m gonna be fine. They won’t send me to jail. At most, they’d put me under house arrest. From what I’ve seen and been told, at least.”
Tears are streaming down his face. "Tell me it isn't true you helped a criminal..."
“I didn’t help Damian commit any crimes… I promise.” Mauric rests his head on Nick’s shoulder.
Nick is trembling violently. "okay..."
Mauric leans back and kisses him on the forehead.
He sighs. "You better win..."
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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.
Nick walks into the Inn, looking around for Mauric. His white wings fluttering nervously
Mauric is just now exiting his room, looking fretful.
Nick lunges at him, hugging him tightly, his wings enveloping them both
Mauric looks shocked but the moment he recognizes Nick, he hugs him back as hard as he can.
Nicks breathing is ragged. "god oh god....why...this..."
Mauric leans back ever so slightly. “Nick… I’m gonna be fine. They won’t send me to jail. At most, they’d put me under house arrest. From what I’ve seen and been told, at least.”
Tears are streaming down his face. "Tell me it isn't true you helped a criminal..."
“I didn’t help Damian commit any crimes… I promise.” Mauric rests his head on Nick’s shoulder.
Nick is trembling violently. "okay..."
Mauric leans back and kisses him on the forehead.
He sighs. "You better win..."
“We will. I swear. I’m so glad I got to see you…”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Cool. I almost bit off her head.” He says casually.
*Sorry I disappeared.*
He raises an eyebrow "Can ya do me a favor an keep ya mouth from anywhere near my sister's lips. I mean, we're friend, but not close nuff fer that." He says, going back to cleaning Shadow "Also, be carely around Tilda's rifle."
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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.'
He sighs. "You better win..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“We will. I swear. I’m so glad I got to see you…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Gay.*
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
"me too.." he mumbles
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Well yes. Also wanna pick up where we left off?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Si*
Lore pokes him and grumbles "tell me."
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
"A-an assassin...he was hunting me.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Her eyes become blank glowing whiteness "Who "
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's dead...he's dead.." he says quickly, looking scared
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Yes.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“So, uh… what’s with the wings? That’s new.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"You dont remember? Im part angel silly.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Well yeah of course I know that, but I didn’t know about these.” He gestures to the wings.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Only happens when im in this realm..." he mumbles
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Ohhh.” Mauric smiles. “That’s a shame. Bet they’d be useful back home.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He blushes. "yeah i guess.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Alright, we should probably go back to the room, huh? I want to tell you everything that happened.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Hmph.." they go back to normal "I have a feeling he isn't..."
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
*Sorry I disappeared.*
He raises an eyebrow "Can ya do me a favor an keep ya mouth from anywhere near my sister's lips. I mean, we're friend, but not close nuff fer that." He says, going back to cleaning Shadow "Also, be carely around Tilda's rifle."
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.)
*My counselor gave me a pen.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels