Stroth appears beside him, grinning. She has a feral look in her eyes.
Allison walks over to him, waving kindly.
William watches, eyes narrowed.
He doesn’t seem to notice, his eyes distant, focusing on something within his own mind, whiskey leaks from the side of his lip as he takes another swig.
He is lost in the music, a rhythm that even the Fey would struggle to resist, he smiles as he plays, though he doesn’t know she is there.
His eyes don’t open, and yet he says “It’s rude to stare, I know I’m handsome, you don’t need to confirm it.”
Stroth appears beside him, grinning. She has a feral look in her eyes.
Allison walks over to him, waving kindly.
William watches, eyes narrowed.
He doesn’t seem to notice, his eyes distant, focusing on something within his own mind, whiskey leaks from the side of his lip as he takes another swig.
He is lost in the music, a rhythm that even the Fey would struggle to resist, he smiles as he plays, though he doesn’t know she is there.
His eyes don’t open, and yet he says “It’s rude to stare, I know I’m handsome, you don’t need to confirm it.”
She crawls on his shoulder like a cruddy bug. She tilts her head from side to side "You okay?"
She watches a moment more before sitting down beside him.
William rolls his eyes "Don't worry, you're not my type in the slightest." He grumbles.
Stroth appears beside him, grinning. She has a feral look in her eyes.
Allison walks over to him, waving kindly.
William watches, eyes narrowed.
He doesn’t seem to notice, his eyes distant, focusing on something within his own mind, whiskey leaks from the side of his lip as he takes another swig.
He is lost in the music, a rhythm that even the Fey would struggle to resist, he smiles as he plays, though he doesn’t know she is there.
His eyes don’t open, and yet he says “It’s rude to stare, I know I’m handsome, you don’t need to confirm it.”
She crawls on his shoulder like a cruddy bug. She tilts her head from side to side "You okay?"
She watches a moment more before sitting down beside him.
William rolls his eyes "Don't worry, you're not my type in the slightest." He grumbles.
He turns, finally noticing her as he wipes the whiskey off of his face “Huh? Oh don’t mind me, just thinkin’ ta myself. Course I’m okay.”
Once the song is finished he opens his eyes, seeing Allison “Oh hey babe. How long have you been here?”
He opens his eyes, kicking himself to his feet first try “Of course I’m not, that’s why you were staring right?” He says with a smile.
Taika's on break in the tavern, silk hat on the bar beside him, swirling the brandy in his glass as he takes a deep breath. Bug, the golem he was trying to sell, sits next to him with an untouched glass of water.
*anyone wanna rp>*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Stroth appears beside him, grinning. She has a feral look in her eyes.
Allison walks over to him, waving kindly.
William watches, eyes narrowed.
He doesn’t seem to notice, his eyes distant, focusing on something within his own mind, whiskey leaks from the side of his lip as he takes another swig.
He is lost in the music, a rhythm that even the Fey would struggle to resist, he smiles as he plays, though he doesn’t know she is there.
His eyes don’t open, and yet he says “It’s rude to stare, I know I’m handsome, you don’t need to confirm it.”
She crawls on his shoulder like a cruddy bug. She tilts her head from side to side "You okay?"
She watches a moment more before sitting down beside him.
William rolls his eyes "Don't worry, you're not my type in the slightest." He grumbles.
He turns, finally noticing her as he wipes the whiskey off of his face “Huh? Oh don’t mind me, just thinkin’ ta myself. Course I’m okay.”
Once the song is finished he opens his eyes, seeing Allison “Oh hey babe. How long have you been here?”
He opens his eyes, kicking himself to his feet first try “Of course I’m not, that’s why you were staring right?” He says with a smile.
"Okay, good, you looked like you weren't." She frets.
"I am well actually." She grins "and awhile, beautiful song."
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
Taika's on break in the tavern, silk hat on the bar beside him, swirling the brandy in his glass as he takes a deep breath. Bug, the golem he was trying to sell, sits next to him with an untouched glass of water.
*anyone wanna rp>*
*pls dudes i wanna rp*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
He chuckles, taking another swig before offering the flask to her “Don’t worry ‘bout me none. Life ain’t any harder than befer, easier with ya in mine.”
He blushes softly, looking down to his lute “Just something my old teacher taught me.”
He chuckles with them “How goes it William? Getting better at fighting? I hope so.”
He chuckles, taking another swig before offering the flask to her “Don’t worry ‘bout me none. Life ain’t any harder than befer, easier with ya in mine.”
He blushes softly, looking down to his lute “Just something my old teacher taught me.”
He chuckles with them “How goes it William? Getting better at fighting? I hope so.”
She smiles, and actual smile but not a scary one. She kisses him and snuggles him "I love you too."
"Who was your teacher dear?" She tilts her head, listening intently.
"Yes, well for the most part.." he shrugs, smiling a bit. He bares his sharp teeth at him.
He chuckles, taking another swig before offering the flask to her “Don’t worry ‘bout me none. Life ain’t any harder than befer, easier with ya in mine.”
He blushes softly, looking down to his lute “Just something my old teacher taught me.”
He chuckles with them “How goes it William? Getting better at fighting? I hope so.”
She smiles, and actual smile but not a scary one. She kisses him and snuggles him "I love you too."
"Who was your teacher dear?" She tilts her head, listening intently.
"Yes, well for the most part.." he shrugs, smiling a bit. He bares his sharp teeth at him.
He returns the kiss, smiling softly back at her before looking back to the distance, lighting himself a cigarette “Love you more.” He blows a heart from smoke.
“I never got to learn his name, unfortunately. Though he taught me in a graveyard similar to this one, while I was homeless.” He says, remembering those days.
He chuckles, shifting his feet as he does some shadow boxing “Still losing to Sam I’m guessing?”
He doesn’t seem to notice, his eyes distant, focusing on something within his own mind, whiskey leaks from the side of his lip as he takes another swig.
He is lost in the music, a rhythm that even the Fey would struggle to resist, he smiles as he plays, though he doesn’t know she is there.
His eyes don’t open, and yet he says “It’s rude to stare, I know I’m handsome, you don’t need to confirm it.”
She crawls on his shoulder like a cruddy bug. She tilts her head from side to side "You okay?"
She watches a moment more before sitting down beside him.
William rolls his eyes "Don't worry, you're not my type in the slightest." He grumbles.
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
*uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh*
*i have no energy or muscle integrity and i threw up so much that i can barely move my chest*
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 turns, finally noticing her as he wipes the whiskey off of his face “Huh? Oh don’t mind me, just thinkin’ ta myself. Course I’m okay.”
Once the song is finished he opens his eyes, seeing Allison “Oh hey babe. How long have you been here?”
He opens his eyes, kicking himself to his feet first try “Of course I’m not, that’s why you were staring right?” He says with a smile.
*anyone wanna rp>*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Bro that sucks, sleep sounds like the only thing you can do. I’ll pray for ya dawg, get well soon.*
*Eh, I’d rather hang out online*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*But your health is more important. Please, as a learning medical professional I advise you to rest.*
*I’m resting but that doesn’t mean I have to sleep*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Okay, good, you looked like you weren't." She frets.
"I am well actually." She grins "and awhile, beautiful song."
"No?" He raises a brow, chuckling.
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
(hi wendo)
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
*Touche I suppose.*
*pls dudes i wanna rp*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Cut for Wendi.*
He chuckles, taking another swig before offering the flask to her “Don’t worry ‘bout me none. Life ain’t any harder than befer, easier with ya in mine.”
He blushes softly, looking down to his lute “Just something my old teacher taught me.”
He chuckles with them “How goes it William? Getting better at fighting? I hope so.”
Thirteen is reading the Android Saga in his usual booth.
Mauric is making some fancy soup to celebrate his evasion of the law.
Loriche has finished Charlie’s new umbrella and is testing it.
Riotan is asleep on the roof.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Make sure you are drinking some water at least, you need the fluids even if you are nauseous. I hope you feel better soon though, being sick sucks*
She smiles, and actual smile but not a scary one. She kisses him and snuggles him "I love you too."
"Who was your teacher dear?" She tilts her head, listening intently.
"Yes, well for the most part.." he shrugs, smiling a bit. He bares his sharp teeth at 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
*yeah i’m doing that as best i can*
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 returns the kiss, smiling softly back at her before looking back to the distance, lighting himself a cigarette “Love you more.” He blows a heart from smoke.
“I never got to learn his name, unfortunately. Though he taught me in a graveyard similar to this one, while I was homeless.” He says, remembering those days.
He chuckles, shifting his feet as he does some shadow boxing “Still losing to Sam I’m guessing?”
Tyler, who Mauric likely wouldn’t have expected to see ever again, walks over and sits down, his robes are gone, and he seems much happier.
Merabelle sees him, and decides to join, laying down next to them, and looking to the sky.