He rolls next to them, nuzzling into their chest and yawning, “Love you.”
He does as they say, relaxing his neck, though it’s naturally tense.
“Something our families have in common, though mine’s more found than born.” He smiles.
"I love you too.. Oh what mother would think of me now."
He pops it as much as he can before letting Rag be done. "5 silver, please."
"Well, it's a beautiful thing. Like this harp my husband made me.." she smiles, looking at it rather than him
He looks up at the ceiling, “I wonder if my parents even think about me at all, I still need to meet your parents.”
He pushes himself up and hands Dew a platinum, “Saw you weren’t getting too many customers, think of this as a gift.” He leaves with a smile, going to Sam’s demiplane.
He understands the sentiment and doesn’t feel offended “Your husband must be a good man, it is a beautiful harp.”
"Good luck. My mom's a prude, and Dad is, well. God."
he takes it, confused. In the middle of the established area of the plane sits Sam in a wooden rocking chair. It's raining inside the plane and all of Rag's crops have died. she sits there, blank faced and sobbing.
"He's a great man indeed. Who's your lovely steed?"
“Oh that makes things so much more interesting. I’ve got to seem like I was… well not like this. Do I have any actual shirts?”
Rag silently walks up to the rocking chair, putting his hands on the top of it, his burn has stopped so the rain doesn’t sizzle on him. He doesn’t say anything for a very long time, before sighing “I’m sorry.”
He smiles all the brightly, “This is Sylvia, she’s my best friend.” Sylvia wanders over, whinnying softly.
He rolls next to them, nuzzling into their chest and yawning, “Love you.”
He does as they say, relaxing his neck, though it’s naturally tense.
“Something our families have in common, though mine’s more found than born.” He smiles.
"I love you too.. Oh what mother would think of me now."
He pops it as much as he can before letting Rag be done. "5 silver, please."
"Well, it's a beautiful thing. Like this harp my husband made me.." she smiles, looking at it rather than him
He looks up at the ceiling, “I wonder if my parents even think about me at all, I still need to meet your parents.”
He pushes himself up and hands Dew a platinum, “Saw you weren’t getting too many customers, think of this as a gift.” He leaves with a smile, going to Sam’s demiplane.
He understands the sentiment and doesn’t feel offended “Your husband must be a good man, it is a beautiful harp.”
"Good luck. My mom's a prude, and Dad is, well. God."
he takes it, confused. In the middle of the established area of the plane sits Sam in a wooden rocking chair. It's raining inside the plane and all of Rag's crops have died. she sits there, blank faced and sobbing.
"He's a great man indeed. Who's your lovely steed?"
“Oh that makes things so much more interesting. I’ve got to seem like I was… well not like this. Do I have any actual shirts?”
Rag silently walks up to the rocking chair, putting his hands on the top of it, his burn has stopped so the rain doesn’t sizzle on him. He doesn’t say anything for a very long time, before sighing “I’m sorry.”
He smiles all the brightly, “This is Sylvia, she’s my best friend.” Sylvia wanders over, whinnying softly.
"probably not. You might not be able to meet them, though.
She takes a long deep breathe in, moving him about with levitate to inspect him. "You broke your promise."
"She's a beaut. You're lucky to have her." she smiles
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He rolls next to them, nuzzling into their chest and yawning, “Love you.”
He does as they say, relaxing his neck, though it’s naturally tense.
“Something our families have in common, though mine’s more found than born.” He smiles.
"I love you too.. Oh what mother would think of me now."
He pops it as much as he can before letting Rag be done. "5 silver, please."
"Well, it's a beautiful thing. Like this harp my husband made me.." she smiles, looking at it rather than him
He looks up at the ceiling, “I wonder if my parents even think about me at all, I still need to meet your parents.”
He pushes himself up and hands Dew a platinum, “Saw you weren’t getting too many customers, think of this as a gift.” He leaves with a smile, going to Sam’s demiplane.
He understands the sentiment and doesn’t feel offended “Your husband must be a good man, it is a beautiful harp.”
"Good luck. My mom's a prude, and Dad is, well. God."
he takes it, confused. In the middle of the established area of the plane sits Sam in a wooden rocking chair. It's raining inside the plane and all of Rag's crops have died. she sits there, blank faced and sobbing.
"He's a great man indeed. Who's your lovely steed?"
“Oh that makes things so much more interesting. I’ve got to seem like I was… well not like this. Do I have any actual shirts?”
Rag silently walks up to the rocking chair, putting his hands on the top of it, his burn has stopped so the rain doesn’t sizzle on him. He doesn’t say anything for a very long time, before sighing “I’m sorry.”
He smiles all the brightly, “This is Sylvia, she’s my best friend.” Sylvia wanders over, whinnying softly.
"probably not. You might not be able to meet them, though.
She takes a long deep breathe in, moving him about with levitate to inspect him. "You broke your promise."
"She's a beaut. You're lucky to have her." she smiles
“If I can, I want to be prepared, I’m going to buy a button up, or take one of Sanviento’s.”
He’s the same as he was before, though he’s much more apologetic looking as he sits down on the ground next to them, “Yes.”
“More than I could hope for.” He says with a chuckle, “What brings you to town Tonya?”
He rolls next to them, nuzzling into their chest and yawning, “Love you.”
He does as they say, relaxing his neck, though it’s naturally tense.
“Something our families have in common, though mine’s more found than born.” He smiles.
"I love you too.. Oh what mother would think of me now."
He pops it as much as he can before letting Rag be done. "5 silver, please."
"Well, it's a beautiful thing. Like this harp my husband made me.." she smiles, looking at it rather than him
He looks up at the ceiling, “I wonder if my parents even think about me at all, I still need to meet your parents.”
He pushes himself up and hands Dew a platinum, “Saw you weren’t getting too many customers, think of this as a gift.” He leaves with a smile, going to Sam’s demiplane.
He understands the sentiment and doesn’t feel offended “Your husband must be a good man, it is a beautiful harp.”
"Good luck. My mom's a prude, and Dad is, well. God."
he takes it, confused. In the middle of the established area of the plane sits Sam in a wooden rocking chair. It's raining inside the plane and all of Rag's crops have died. she sits there, blank faced and sobbing.
"He's a great man indeed. Who's your lovely steed?"
“Oh that makes things so much more interesting. I’ve got to seem like I was… well not like this. Do I have any actual shirts?”
Rag silently walks up to the rocking chair, putting his hands on the top of it, his burn has stopped so the rain doesn’t sizzle on him. He doesn’t say anything for a very long time, before sighing “I’m sorry.”
He smiles all the brightly, “This is Sylvia, she’s my best friend.” Sylvia wanders over, whinnying softly.
"probably not. You might not be able to meet them, though.
She takes a long deep breathe in, moving him about with levitate to inspect him. "You broke your promise."
"She's a beaut. You're lucky to have her." she smiles
“If I can, I want to be prepared, I’m going to buy a button up, or take one of Sanviento’s.”
He’s the same as he was before, though he’s much more apologetic looking as he sits down on the ground next to them, “Yes.”
“More than I could hope for.” He says with a chuckle, “What brings you to town Tonya?”
"Well, Dad's your best bet. Mom wont ever leave our realm and you wont be allowed in."
"How did you let that thing kill you?" she says, more angry than sad now.
"I travel with my husband.. I think his heart guides him to our next location."
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“Well, my track record with gods isn’t exactly the best, it’ll probably be fine though.”
“I didn’t let them.” He says calmly, letting her get her rage out, he deserves for them to be angry at him.
“Ah, another Wanderer, good to hear I’m not the only one.”
"Yeah, we know." she kisses his forehead and rubs his back. "love ya anyway."
"Then... How did you die? A-and how are you even alive right now? Am.. I going crazy?" she asks, crying again now
"We see a lot of things in our travels." she smiles
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“Well, my track record with gods isn’t exactly the best, it’ll probably be fine though.”
“I didn’t let them.” He says calmly, letting her get her rage out, he deserves for them to be angry at him.
“Ah, another Wanderer, good to hear I’m not the only one.”
"Yeah, we know." she kisses his forehead and rubs his back. "love ya anyway."
"Then... How did you die? A-and how are you even alive right now? Am.. I going crazy?" she asks, crying again now
"We see a lot of things in our travels." she smiles
He sighs, leaning into her even more, “Love you more.” He wraps his arms around her.
He holds out his hands to them, putting one of the side of their face, “I’m real, you aren’t going crazy, he was able to just turn my heart off with some kind of cold. I couldn’t fight very well after that.”
“Sounds like an amazing time, a wonderfully beautiful relationship, I’m happy for you both.”
“Well, my track record with gods isn’t exactly the best, it’ll probably be fine though.”
“I didn’t let them.” He says calmly, letting her get her rage out, he deserves for them to be angry at him.
“Ah, another Wanderer, good to hear I’m not the only one.”
"Yeah, we know." she kisses his forehead and rubs his back. "love ya anyway."
"Then... How did you die? A-and how are you even alive right now? Am.. I going crazy?" she asks, crying again now
"We see a lot of things in our travels." she smiles
He sighs, leaning into her even more, “Love you more.” He wraps his arms around her.
He holds out his hands to them, putting one of the side of their face, “I’m real, you aren’t going crazy, he was able to just turn my heart off with some kind of cold. I couldn’t fight very well after that.”
“Sounds like an amazing time, a wonderfully beautiful relationship, I’m happy for you both.”
"Love you the most." she's chubby again
"Well, I guess that's fair.. maybe you need some kind of heat stone, too. And.. why are you still so cold?..."
"You seem pretty happy yourself."
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“Well, my track record with gods isn’t exactly the best, it’ll probably be fine though.”
“I didn’t let them.” He says calmly, letting her get her rage out, he deserves for them to be angry at him.
“Ah, another Wanderer, good to hear I’m not the only one.”
"Yeah, we know." she kisses his forehead and rubs his back. "love ya anyway."
"Then... How did you die? A-and how are you even alive right now? Am.. I going crazy?" she asks, crying again now
"We see a lot of things in our travels." she smiles
He sighs, leaning into her even more, “Love you more.” He wraps his arms around her.
He holds out his hands to them, putting one of the side of their face, “I’m real, you aren’t going crazy, he was able to just turn my heart off with some kind of cold. I couldn’t fight very well after that.”
“Sounds like an amazing time, a wonderfully beautiful relationship, I’m happy for you both.”
"Love you the most." she's chubby again
"Well, I guess that's fair.. maybe you need some kind of heat stone, too. And.. why are you still so cold?..."
"You seem pretty happy yourself."
He’s perfectly fine with that, nuzzling into the chub, “That’s cheating.” He says with a smile up at her.
“I… I don’t really know, I’ve never felt cold before.” He feels at his hands, looking down at them before forcing them to warm back up, pushing it to burn himself hotter and hotter.
“I do seem that way, don’t I? Life has a funny way of doing that.” He says, putting away his bango.
“Well, my track record with gods isn’t exactly the best, it’ll probably be fine though.”
“I didn’t let them.” He says calmly, letting her get her rage out, he deserves for them to be angry at him.
“Ah, another Wanderer, good to hear I’m not the only one.”
"Yeah, we know." she kisses his forehead and rubs his back. "love ya anyway."
"Then... How did you die? A-and how are you even alive right now? Am.. I going crazy?" she asks, crying again now
"We see a lot of things in our travels." she smiles
He sighs, leaning into her even more, “Love you more.” He wraps his arms around her.
He holds out his hands to them, putting one of the side of their face, “I’m real, you aren’t going crazy, he was able to just turn my heart off with some kind of cold. I couldn’t fight very well after that.”
“Sounds like an amazing time, a wonderfully beautiful relationship, I’m happy for you both.”
"Love you the most." she's chubby again
"Well, I guess that's fair.. maybe you need some kind of heat stone, too. And.. why are you still so cold?..."
"You seem pretty happy yourself."
He’s perfectly fine with that, nuzzling into the chub, “That’s cheating.” He says with a smile up at her.
“I… I don’t really know, I’ve never felt cold before.” He feels at his hands, looking down at them before forcing them to warm back up, pushing it to burn himself hotter and hotter.
“I do seem that way, don’t I? Life has a funny way of doing that.” He says, putting away his bango.
"Show me the rulebook and I'll believe you." but she snickers and clings to him, making sure he cant go anywhere
"Don't exhert yourself too much, okay?... I think the guy who killed you is dead now."
"Indeed it does. Maybe the nomadic way of life is the way to go, as long as you have somebody nearby that you love."
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“Well, my track record with gods isn’t exactly the best, it’ll probably be fine though.”
“I didn’t let them.” He says calmly, letting her get her rage out, he deserves for them to be angry at him.
“Ah, another Wanderer, good to hear I’m not the only one.”
"Yeah, we know." she kisses his forehead and rubs his back. "love ya anyway."
"Then... How did you die? A-and how are you even alive right now? Am.. I going crazy?" she asks, crying again now
"We see a lot of things in our travels." she smiles
He sighs, leaning into her even more, “Love you more.” He wraps his arms around her.
He holds out his hands to them, putting one of the side of their face, “I’m real, you aren’t going crazy, he was able to just turn my heart off with some kind of cold. I couldn’t fight very well after that.”
“Sounds like an amazing time, a wonderfully beautiful relationship, I’m happy for you both.”
"Love you the most." she's chubby again
"Well, I guess that's fair.. maybe you need some kind of heat stone, too. And.. why are you still so cold?..."
"You seem pretty happy yourself."
He’s perfectly fine with that, nuzzling into the chub, “That’s cheating.” He says with a smile up at her.
“I… I don’t really know, I’ve never felt cold before.” He feels at his hands, looking down at them before forcing them to warm back up, pushing it to burn himself hotter and hotter.
“I do seem that way, don’t I? Life has a funny way of doing that.” He says, putting away his bango.
"Show me the rulebook and I'll believe you." but she snickers and clings to him, making sure he cant go anywhere
"Don't exhert yourself too much, okay?... I think the guy who killed you is dead now."
"Indeed it does. Maybe the nomadic way of life is the way to go, as long as you have somebody nearby that you love."
He laughs with her, crushed by her strength, closing his eyes “Well, it’s best I get some sleep, and this seems like the perfect place to do it.” He sighs.
Eventually he lets go of the heat, going back to a solid temperature, though he’s afraid he’s still cold to the touch.
“I agree, speaking of which, it’s best I get moving soon, never stay in one place to long. It was wonderful talking with you.” He stands up.
It doesn’t take much longer for Henry to follow, or more accurately he isn’t Henry anymore, far from the being he once was, his original appearance far from the being he is now.
Walking out of the water with footsteps so silent it’s as if he wasn’t ever there at all, if he were made of nothing himself. His general shape is the same, humanoid, but he isn’t human, skin turned black as if he bathed in tar, there is little face of his left, teeth without a mouth shining white, portions of his body made of bone, seemingly at random, a tundra like cold coming off of him. The only thing that remains the same of him is his eyes and his ring on his finger, his eyes remaining that silver, though it glows brighter than ever before. He doesn’t seem to have an artefact, until he realizes, the only thing that remained intact, his ring, his most cherished possession. He looks up to his wife, the cold dispersing immediately.
The looming horror that is- or at least, was KK- looks back down at him with her blank, expressionless mask, leaning down slightly towards him. On one of her hands, her own ring can be seen, integrated into the chitinous plating of her shell. The Architect skitters a bit closer to him on her myriad arms (legs? arm-legs?).
"We did it, dear." She says, sounding overjoyed. "How do you feel?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
It doesn’t take much longer for Henry to follow, or more accurately he isn’t Henry anymore, far from the being he once was, his original appearance far from the being he is now.
Walking out of the water with footsteps so silent it’s as if he wasn’t ever there at all, if he were made of nothing himself. His general shape is the same, humanoid, but he isn’t human, skin turned black as if he bathed in tar, there is little face of his left, teeth without a mouth shining white, portions of his body made of bone, seemingly at random, a tundra like cold coming off of him. The only thing that remains the same of him is his eyes and his ring on his finger, his eyes remaining that silver, though it glows brighter than ever before. He doesn’t seem to have an artefact, until he realizes, the only thing that remained intact, his ring, his most cherished possession. He looks up to his wife, the cold dispersing immediately.
The looming horror that is- or at least, was KK- looks back down at him with her blank, expressionless mask, leaning down slightly towards him. On one of her hands, her own ring can be seen, integrated into the chitinous plating of her shell. The Architect skitters a bit closer to him on her myriad arms (legs? arm-legs?).
"We did it, dear." She says, sounding overjoyed. "How do you feel?"
He doesn’t seem to be able to speak, his voice the sound of bubbling tar, boiling within his mouth, and yet he is perfectly understood as his eyes seem to widen without eye lids, “I feel… everything that can be felt… this is my perfect form?” He asks her, not concerned, just confused at himself, not afraid, just… he doesn’t even know.
It doesn’t take much longer for Henry to follow, or more accurately he isn’t Henry anymore, far from the being he once was, his original appearance far from the being he is now.
Walking out of the water with footsteps so silent it’s as if he wasn’t ever there at all, if he were made of nothing himself. His general shape is the same, humanoid, but he isn’t human, skin turned black as if he bathed in tar, there is little face of his left, teeth without a mouth shining white, portions of his body made of bone, seemingly at random, a tundra like cold coming off of him. The only thing that remains the same of him is his eyes and his ring on his finger, his eyes remaining that silver, though it glows brighter than ever before. He doesn’t seem to have an artefact, until he realizes, the only thing that remained intact, his ring, his most cherished possession. He looks up to his wife, the cold dispersing immediately.
The looming horror that is- or at least, was KK- looks back down at him with her blank, expressionless mask, leaning down slightly towards him. On one of her hands, her own ring can be seen, integrated into the chitinous plating of her shell. The Architect skitters a bit closer to him on her myriad arms (legs? arm-legs?).
"We did it, dear." She says, sounding overjoyed. "How do you feel?"
He doesn’t seem to be able to speak, his voice the sound of bubbling tar, boiling within his mouth, and yet he is perfectly understood as his eyes seem to widen without eye lids, “I feel… everything that can be felt… this is my perfect form?” He asks her, not concerned, just confused at himself, not afraid, just… he doesn’t even know.
"Yes- at the absolute least, it's a large step towards it." The Architect answers, placing a large clawed gauntlet gently on his shoulder, trying to reassure him. "You look wonderful as always, darling."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“Well, my track record with gods isn’t exactly the best, it’ll probably be fine though.”
“I didn’t let them.” He says calmly, letting her get her rage out, he deserves for them to be angry at him.
“Ah, another Wanderer, good to hear I’m not the only one.”
"Yeah, we know." she kisses his forehead and rubs his back. "love ya anyway."
"Then... How did you die? A-and how are you even alive right now? Am.. I going crazy?" she asks, crying again now
"We see a lot of things in our travels." she smiles
He sighs, leaning into her even more, “Love you more.” He wraps his arms around her.
He holds out his hands to them, putting one of the side of their face, “I’m real, you aren’t going crazy, he was able to just turn my heart off with some kind of cold. I couldn’t fight very well after that.”
“Sounds like an amazing time, a wonderfully beautiful relationship, I’m happy for you both.”
"Love you the most." she's chubby again
"Well, I guess that's fair.. maybe you need some kind of heat stone, too. And.. why are you still so cold?..."
"You seem pretty happy yourself."
He’s perfectly fine with that, nuzzling into the chub, “That’s cheating.” He says with a smile up at her.
“I… I don’t really know, I’ve never felt cold before.” He feels at his hands, looking down at them before forcing them to warm back up, pushing it to burn himself hotter and hotter.
“I do seem that way, don’t I? Life has a funny way of doing that.” He says, putting away his bango.
"Show me the rulebook and I'll believe you." but she snickers and clings to him, making sure he cant go anywhere
"Don't exhert yourself too much, okay?... I think the guy who killed you is dead now."
"Indeed it does. Maybe the nomadic way of life is the way to go, as long as you have somebody nearby that you love."
He laughs with her, crushed by her strength, closing his eyes “Well, it’s best I get some sleep, and this seems like the perfect place to do it.” He sighs.
Eventually he lets go of the heat, going back to a solid temperature, though he’s afraid he’s still cold to the touch.
“I agree, speaking of which, it’s best I get moving soon, never stay in one place to long. It was wonderful talking with you.” He stands up.
"Great, then i'll be trapped in a room with two sleeping babies.. Go ahead, dear.. rest." she lets him go just a bit
She touches his face, pleasantly surprised "I think that's normal."
"Well, it was nice to meet you." she smiles
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*I am here. just dropped my reply to yours from a couple hours ago*
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It doesn’t take much longer for Henry to follow, or more accurately he isn’t Henry anymore, far from the being he once was, his original appearance far from the being he is now.
Walking out of the water with footsteps so silent it’s as if he wasn’t ever there at all, if he were made of nothing himself. His general shape is the same, humanoid, but he isn’t human, skin turned black as if he bathed in tar, there is little face of his left, teeth without a mouth shining white, portions of his body made of bone, seemingly at random, a tundra like cold coming off of him. The only thing that remains the same of him is his eyes and his ring on his finger, his eyes remaining that silver, though it glows brighter than ever before. He doesn’t seem to have an artefact, until he realizes, the only thing that remained intact, his ring, his most cherished possession. He looks up to his wife, the cold dispersing immediately.
The looming horror that is- or at least, was KK- looks back down at him with her blank, expressionless mask, leaning down slightly towards him. On one of her hands, her own ring can be seen, integrated into the chitinous plating of her shell. The Architect skitters a bit closer to him on her myriad arms (legs? arm-legs?).
"We did it, dear." She says, sounding overjoyed. "How do you feel?"
He doesn’t seem to be able to speak, his voice the sound of bubbling tar, boiling within his mouth, and yet he is perfectly understood as his eyes seem to widen without eye lids, “I feel… everything that can be felt… this is my perfect form?” He asks her, not concerned, just confused at himself, not afraid, just… he doesn’t even know.
"Yes- at the absolute least, it's a large step towards it." The Architect answers, placing a large clawed gauntlet gently on his shoulder, trying to reassure him. "You look wonderful as always, darling."
He sighs, the reassurance helping at least a little, still unable to speak despite his mouth moving. He closes his eyes, that void like tar covering them before he replies “And you the same, if not more so, you are the light of my life, all the same.”
“Well, my track record with gods isn’t exactly the best, it’ll probably be fine though.”
“I didn’t let them.” He says calmly, letting her get her rage out, he deserves for them to be angry at him.
“Ah, another Wanderer, good to hear I’m not the only one.”
"Yeah, we know." she kisses his forehead and rubs his back. "love ya anyway."
"Then... How did you die? A-and how are you even alive right now? Am.. I going crazy?" she asks, crying again now
"We see a lot of things in our travels." she smiles
He sighs, leaning into her even more, “Love you more.” He wraps his arms around her.
He holds out his hands to them, putting one of the side of their face, “I’m real, you aren’t going crazy, he was able to just turn my heart off with some kind of cold. I couldn’t fight very well after that.”
“Sounds like an amazing time, a wonderfully beautiful relationship, I’m happy for you both.”
"Love you the most." she's chubby again
"Well, I guess that's fair.. maybe you need some kind of heat stone, too. And.. why are you still so cold?..."
"You seem pretty happy yourself."
He’s perfectly fine with that, nuzzling into the chub, “That’s cheating.” He says with a smile up at her.
“I… I don’t really know, I’ve never felt cold before.” He feels at his hands, looking down at them before forcing them to warm back up, pushing it to burn himself hotter and hotter.
“I do seem that way, don’t I? Life has a funny way of doing that.” He says, putting away his bango.
"Show me the rulebook and I'll believe you." but she snickers and clings to him, making sure he cant go anywhere
"Don't exhert yourself too much, okay?... I think the guy who killed you is dead now."
"Indeed it does. Maybe the nomadic way of life is the way to go, as long as you have somebody nearby that you love."
He laughs with her, crushed by her strength, closing his eyes “Well, it’s best I get some sleep, and this seems like the perfect place to do it.” He sighs.
Eventually he lets go of the heat, going back to a solid temperature, though he’s afraid he’s still cold to the touch.
“I agree, speaking of which, it’s best I get moving soon, never stay in one place to long. It was wonderful talking with you.” He stands up.
"Great, then i'll be trapped in a room with two sleeping babies.. Go ahead, dear.. rest." she lets him go just a bit
She touches his face, pleasantly surprised "I think that's normal."
"Well, it was nice to meet you." she smiles
He rolls his eyes, nuzzling into her before slowly falling into a deep sleep, and from his mutters, dreaming about her.
He sighs, the ground around him turning molten before he looks to them, “I’m so sorry…”
He waves before riding off on Sylvia.
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“Oh that makes things so much more interesting. I’ve got to seem like I was… well not like this. Do I have any actual shirts?”
Rag silently walks up to the rocking chair, putting his hands on the top of it, his burn has stopped so the rain doesn’t sizzle on him. He doesn’t say anything for a very long time, before sighing “I’m sorry.”
He smiles all the brightly, “This is Sylvia, she’s my best friend.” Sylvia wanders over, whinnying softly.
"probably not. You might not be able to meet them, though.
She takes a long deep breathe in, moving him about with levitate to inspect him. "You broke your promise."
"She's a beaut. You're lucky to have her." she smiles
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“If I can, I want to be prepared, I’m going to buy a button up, or take one of Sanviento’s.”
He’s the same as he was before, though he’s much more apologetic looking as he sits down on the ground next to them, “Yes.”
“More than I could hope for.” He says with a chuckle, “What brings you to town Tonya?”
"Well, Dad's your best bet. Mom wont ever leave our realm and you wont be allowed in."
"How did you let that thing kill you?" she says, more angry than sad now.
"I travel with my husband.. I think his heart guides him to our next location."
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2-13-25
*Cut for Salem.*
“Well, my track record with gods isn’t exactly the best, it’ll probably be fine though.”
“I didn’t let them.” He says calmly, letting her get her rage out, he deserves for them to be angry at him.
“Ah, another Wanderer, good to hear I’m not the only one.”
"Yeah, we know." she kisses his forehead and rubs his back. "love ya anyway."
"Then... How did you die? A-and how are you even alive right now? Am.. I going crazy?" she asks, crying again now
"We see a lot of things in our travels." she smiles
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He sighs, leaning into her even more, “Love you more.” He wraps his arms around her.
He holds out his hands to them, putting one of the side of their face, “I’m real, you aren’t going crazy, he was able to just turn my heart off with some kind of cold. I couldn’t fight very well after that.”
“Sounds like an amazing time, a wonderfully beautiful relationship, I’m happy for you both.”
"Love you the most." she's chubby again
"Well, I guess that's fair.. maybe you need some kind of heat stone, too. And.. why are you still so cold?..."
"You seem pretty happy yourself."
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He’s perfectly fine with that, nuzzling into the chub, “That’s cheating.” He says with a smile up at her.
“I… I don’t really know, I’ve never felt cold before.” He feels at his hands, looking down at them before forcing them to warm back up, pushing it to burn himself hotter and hotter.
“I do seem that way, don’t I? Life has a funny way of doing that.” He says, putting away his bango.
"Show me the rulebook and I'll believe you." but she snickers and clings to him, making sure he cant go anywhere
"Don't exhert yourself too much, okay?... I think the guy who killed you is dead now."
"Indeed it does. Maybe the nomadic way of life is the way to go, as long as you have somebody nearby that you love."
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*I must away for dinner, i'll be back*
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He laughs with her, crushed by her strength, closing his eyes “Well, it’s best I get some sleep, and this seems like the perfect place to do it.” He sighs.
Eventually he lets go of the heat, going back to a solid temperature, though he’s afraid he’s still cold to the touch.
“I agree, speaking of which, it’s best I get moving soon, never stay in one place to long. It was wonderful talking with you.” He stands up.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He doesn’t seem to be able to speak, his voice the sound of bubbling tar, boiling within his mouth, and yet he is perfectly understood as his eyes seem to widen without eye lids, “I feel… everything that can be felt… this is my perfect form?” He asks her, not concerned, just confused at himself, not afraid, just… he doesn’t even know.
"Yes- at the absolute least, it's a large step towards it." The Architect answers, placing a large clawed gauntlet gently on his shoulder, trying to reassure him. "You look wonderful as always, darling."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Great, then i'll be trapped in a room with two sleeping babies.. Go ahead, dear.. rest." she lets him go just a bit
She touches his face, pleasantly surprised "I think that's normal."
"Well, it was nice to meet you." she smiles
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
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*Im back, again! Who is here? If anyone at all?*
*I am here. just dropped my reply to yours from a couple hours ago*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
He sighs, the reassurance helping at least a little, still unable to speak despite his mouth moving. He closes his eyes, that void like tar covering them before he replies “And you the same, if not more so, you are the light of my life, all the same.”
He rolls his eyes, nuzzling into her before slowly falling into a deep sleep, and from his mutters, dreaming about her.
He sighs, the ground around him turning molten before he looks to them, “I’m so sorry…”
He waves before riding off on Sylvia.