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Post by Lucas Chevalier on Jul 28, 2021 9:43:46 GMT -8
Without his anxiety coloring his thoughts, Lucas was able to think more clearly. His mind flickered back to the various conversations he had with Kai and Rowan.
Lucas had been correct in that Golden Boy was likely attempting to demonstrate to Riley how frightening of a journey this was going to be. Except instead of opening up a portal to the Underworld like he did with Fawkes...he was trying to use himself as bait. There was no Open condition on Golden Boy. There was, however, the Resonate condition which was glowing more brightly with every passing second. Golden Boy was drawing the ghosts to him rather than keeping them away. If it wasn't for his heart being in an ice block, Lucas would have A Lot of Feelings about the stunt Golden Boy was pulling.
"Take the coin, Riley."
Lucas replied coolly. He didn't need the coin himself. If he needed to escape he could instantly pop into a different frequency using Whispers of Morning Glory. There were enough problems for them to deal with concerning this situation without adding theatrics on top of it.
"Enough."
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Post by Krakenbox on Jul 28, 2021 10:20:51 GMT -8
The focus was incredible, with the Wyrd bending around the Gravewight's command as felfire tore through Golden Boy's heart to burn away the influence like a match to the edge of ashen paper. Golden's words to Riley tapered off as colour drained from his face—rigid as the light of glaciers painted everyone in silhouette at the pace of a thundering heart. Unsure what was happening, the Fairest gripped at the source of cardiac arrest as he stumbled.
In a blink, Lucas watched the world of Twilight solarize—his own hand transparent, black bone being exposed as his fingertips started to shred and peel into smoke with the glamour imbued gesture. He didn't have enough time to react and scream before reality corrected itself, restoring him as the familiar dark of his Sight returned. Golden Boy looked almost normal for a moment, before the light emerged once more; having only been delayed by seconds as his soul was drawn back to a titanic force of influencing despair.
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Post by Lucas Chevalier on Jul 28, 2021 11:32:23 GMT -8
Once he returned to reality the Gravewight dropped onto his knees with a completely vacant look in his eyes.
He didn't know it was possibly to feel this small; to feel this insignificant because that's what he was in the face of such power. He has foolishly allowed himself to believe for a moment that he could he useful despite the warnings from others. Golden Boy had warned him this would ruin his life. Riley had tried to stopped him at the end there. Even Kai had warned him and yet he still pushed onwards because he thought he could make a difference.
No one could make a difference against that kind of power. He deserved every ounce of misery that weight on him like the invisible chains wrapped around Golden Boy. The time for trying was over. He invited the magic from his contract to embrace the despair the titanic force had impressed upon him and freeze out whatever sense of self he had left. He wanted to disappear inside of it. He was safer in there and others would be safer without him interfering.
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Post by Golden Boy on Jul 28, 2021 12:18:31 GMT -8
Golden Boy punched himself in the chest, blinking as he inhaled deeply. He swore as Lucas dropped, head swiveling with the haunting activity.
He really didn't have time for resilience to evaporate right now.
"What did you do?" he asked, voice steady and demanding context as he took a knee next to him. He only knew Lucas hadn't just attacked him from the Freehold Oath holding, keeping the flickering wrath from his serpentine stare. "We're not going to die, Lucas. I get that it's a lot. This isn't even it. I-" He did his best to front his usual confident persona, glancing at Riley, "I go through this like, once a week. I do fine. Everyone needs to be willing in this shit or everyone will get hurt. I can't say much more than that, or this whole thing doesn't mean anything anymore."
His eyes shone as they darted between the two. Lucas' platitudes of not leaving them behind stung, though he was glad now he had resisted the instinct to put glamour on it—he needed the rest.
Please don't fuck up this ritual.
Please.
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Post by Riley Sorsa on Jul 29, 2021 6:14:13 GMT -8
Things were spiraling quickly than Riley had ever expected. Their eyes shot over to Lucas as a strange expression of horror and despair crossed his face as he became despondent. The Brightone felt a wave of anxiety like ice shoot their bones. What ever Lucas saw, it was beyond imagining, that it could sap him so.
Riley's eyes shot to Golden Boy as he gave warning before whatever was coming.
"Golden, the coin. " Riley held out their hand again. "You said they asked. And I am accepting. " The darkling pushed their hand towards the haunted serpent. Their voice wavering at the declaration for a moment, pushing back the uncertainty. "I am willing. Let me deal with Lucas. "
Riley hid their fear with certainty and the best attempt of honesty they could muster. This wasn't a choice, they didn't want this, but they deserved it. So they might as well meet it.
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Post by Lucas Chevalier on Jul 29, 2021 7:04:05 GMT -8
Lucas opened his mouth to say something to Golden boy yet no words came out. How could he even begin to explain what he saw? His mind was still trying to process reality tearing itself apart. Every time he tried it was like his internal processor was crashing and he kept getting a 404 error. The only reason he was able to pull together some semblance of fault was because of the Fairest curse. The idea of others getting harmed because of him jolted a charge of life inside of him. His eyes still held a vacant look as he tilted his turned his face towards the other Fairest. Because of his body still being covered in ice he looked like a partially completed ice statue. His body language was deflated and almost catatonic in nature. The Gravewight's eyes were meant to be sculpted into a blank expression except the tiniest traces of horror could be found if someone were to examine them closely enough.
Dying was beyond the horrors that awaited them. Whatever was behind this could manipulate the fabric of reality or at least that's what it felt like. He raised one of his hands to his face, flexing his fingers to make sure they were actually there and not seared away. Did he...what did he touch? Was it the Wyrd in it's purest form? Had he managed to temporarily stop the mystical flow of existence itself? Could a silver coin really ward off something that powerful?
His gaze dropped to the silver coins. If he recalled correctly, silver coins were an ancient Roman practice. They were placed on eyes of the dead to ensure safe passage across the River Styx. The Romans had another use for silver coins a few hundred years later. The Roman Emperor Tiberius had his soldiers pay Judas Iscariot 30 silver pieces for his betrayal of Jesus.
It was time for whatever was left of his mind to make a decision. The remnants of the Winter magic were like a flimsy layer of duct tape that managed to keep him tact long enough to force his body to move. He dropped his hand back to his side so that he could stiffly reach inside of his pocket. Unless they were able to make this actually work and the silver coins could ward off such overwhelming power, Lucas knew he was going to fall into a depressive state the moment he canceled the contract. It was entirely possible the episode would be severe enough to send him into a comatose state. If this was his last act of sentience he needed to make it count.
His other hand reached over to try and grasp onto one of Golden Boy's arms. His movements were so slow and weakened that the only way he would succeed would be if Golden Boy let him. Either way, he planned on using his Fairest' Blessing on the other Fairest to give him an extra boost to complete this ritual. However, he wanted to have Golden Boy feel the transference of faith since Lucas was struggling to find any words at the moment. With his other hand, he took his Memento Vivere coin out of his pocket. He held his the coin against the palm of his hand while using his point finger to point at the silver coins Golden Boy was holding onto. He gestured back at himself before holding out his hand to receive one of the silver coins.
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Post by Golden Boy on Jul 29, 2021 10:05:38 GMT -8
The light was fading in the theatre, stage lights popping and frost crystalizing what little moisture was left with in a filtered summer heat. Knocking beneath the surface and lifting edges stopped on the edge of an imagined ward, snapping shut like hunting rats. The Hunterheart's offer stopped centimeters from each of their hands, with a force preventing him from handing them the tokens himself. He blinked in frustration, but looked at the floor so the rite wasn't twisted with a look of desperation or silent order. The ward didn't work for him, scratches appearing on his skin and bruising in the shape of wrapping fingers choking the blood from his veins. His own mien riddled with hoarfrost with the other hand still on the chest. As soon as the metal was plucked from his fingers, claws darted forward as he dug into their forearms, hauling them in as close as possible. It wasn't an attack—he was getting ready, rattling off a rite as fast as his lips would allow. "And with this unbound promise I extend the vigil at your behest—so those who understand bear witness to our crimes—the door is not breached but open—"The rest was lost in the explosion of ripping wind, the purpose of his grip obvious as a torrential force tries to yank all three of them apart, only for hooks to snag on flesh. Blood lit up in flaking gold, dissolving to ash and burning motes as hands tore heat and life in a frenzied storm. Riley cannot see the torn and stretched, but they understand. Identity disintegrates; lost in the torrent of repetition. A memory, an anchor, shuffled like a deck of cards among the rest—melding together into a congealed pit of faded deeds and unresolved pain. The grief is unending, chaining into one another, with the constant scream of madness numbing sense of time and meaning. A frayed nerve that never stops firing. A crushing force wraps around them, and Lucas and Riley process an animal panic in whatever room is left to sense as they're pried apart from each other—the tearing stops and they can breathe. A break in the storm. The world spins in a dizzying tilt as the torque of a massive entity corrects the flight through the weaker slipstreams of necrotic energy. Hell was above, and a black cascading ocean below. The bloodied dragon angled, relaxing the grip so the other two Changelings could process what they were supposed to. They didn't have long with the unending force already diving towards them in a blistering wave of screeching wind and biting limbs.
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Post by Riley Sorsa on Jul 30, 2021 8:31:09 GMT -8
The Wisp fingers wrapped about the silver coin. At that moment, they feel its weight, heavier than expected, heavier than it should be. Its cold touch caused a shiver up their hand; this had been the reason they broke an oath. The moment was ripped from them by a hurricane of pain and chaos. They can't hear anything but the silver ringing bells echoing in their ear. Their body crushed, and for a moment, they wondered if they were eviscerated. The flesh peeled from their bones, their eyes rotted, their mind ablaze. They gasp weakly; their mind rebels as it tries to understand what is being witnessed. Tears streamed from their eyes as they realized they were alive. The feeling only made more tangible as it contrasted the looming entity beyond their perception. It was alien, yet a a part of it felt familiar. It command, echoed and screamed like it had night after night within the Moth's mind. F̷̢̞͈̠̺̘̝͎̥͎͎̯̺͈̭̾̌̾͗̄͌̉̓͆̇̀͠͝ȋ̴͎͚̭̬̗͙̱̞̰͎͇̰̻̀́̅͌̈́̀̽͆ṅ̴̢͕̯̯̞͙̻̦̣͚͕̫̈́̿̐̚͜͜ͅd̶̙̻̯̤̳̳͑́̅̏̋̂͆̑̀̕͘ ̷̧̝͍͍̥͗͛̕w̷̭̺̜̲̥͝ͅh̴̘̹͕̯̐͑̿̌̑̿́̋̍̕̕͝͝á̷̧̫̬͉̲͈̠̞͑̄̽̊̇̄̚̕͝t̴̨̏̒͗̿̃̋̿̄̍́̅̀͛͝ ̷̘̜̱͓́͋̓w̴̻͕͈̬̱͎̦̰͖̱͌̏͂͛̾̾̒́̀̇̇̚͝͝ͅe̶͇͒͊ ̴̧̨͈̟̟̘̥̦̹͔͎͚̚s̴̯͔̮̲̙̻̒͌͒e̷͕̠͉̺͉͚̺͚͔̋̂́̃͑̀͌͛͌̾͌̇̊̿͜e̴̢̮̭̘̱̩͐́̿̈́̐̊̃͑͌́̑̌ͅk̷̟̝̱̠̦̙̠̮̪͇̗̲͑̓̐ Riley needed to know the answer. They wanted to reach out beyond the pain, into the depths of understanding. The Bright One's luminescence seemed to drip from them, brighter now in contrast to the pooling abyss. They gasp and try to call out to it. But they can't hear their own voice. "What do you seek?" They wanted to know. The torrential force seemed prepared to return, another wave of undeath, threatening to tear and rip once more. The Wisps light swirled and pulsed, preparing to defend them with the one tool they brought back from the Garden; it had guided them to life; perhaps it would shield them from death.
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Post by Lucas Chevalier on Jul 30, 2021 16:08:58 GMT -8
The sensory overload combined with the explosion of pain as his blood splattered all over the ground and his body was enough to almost cause the Gravewight pass out. In fact, Lucas wouldn't be surprised if at some point he did black out and then regain his senses because his reality was pure entropy.
"Nngh!?"
He gasped when his eyes refocused enough for him to discover that he was dangling above the cascading black ocean. His eyes frantically searched for the other two and he felt temporary respite in discovering the three of them were still together. That was something at least. He closed his eyes over groaning in a pain that never quite reached his ears. Despite all the pain he was in, he felt something strange stirring inside of him. The sensation started off like the low beat of the drum. As it built up momentum it turned into thunder rolling through his body.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
The break in the storm slowed everything down enough for the Gravewight to realize that the necromantic energies within himself were pulsating along with the necromantic energy that surrounded them. As horrifying as their new reality was, there was a strange comfort in being close to an energy that matched the same type of Wyrd energy that rolled through him. The power he felt in that kept the crushing sorrow from sweeping him up all together and throwing him into a depressive abyss for the time being. There was another comfort that he was sure was unique to him, at least among the three of them. He wasn't in this alone. The three of them were together. They were each others anchors to reality reminding them that they still existed.
He swallowed large lump in his throat which partially tasted like copper because of the blood that had dribbled down from his lips. He reached over to Riley to take a hold of their hand. They were saying something but he couldn't make it out, his ears were still ringing. When they accepted his hand, he gave their hand a squeeze to help remind Riley that he was still here with them as well. He tilted his head backwards so he could look up at Golden Boy. If this experience wasn't so damn terrifying seeing the other Fairest in his wyrven form would be a source of wonder. What a strange trio they made. Out of the three of them, Lucas was the only one who was truly here by choice. Sure, Riley had freely chosen to take the coin but he was confident if they had not broken there oath then there as no way in hell they would be here. His dumbass was here because he chose to care. No, it was more than that.
He was here because he was seeking purpose.
He was seeking his own Great Beyond.
He had found it.
This had to be the reason that he had escaped from Arcadia. Every choice in his life felt like it had lead up to this moment. If he was going to do something, be a master of his own destiny, then this was the time for him to act. There was only one thought that came to his mind and he had no idea if it was going to be of any use at all but he was going to try his damndest to make something come from it. He bowed his head and began to silently pray to the Wyrd.
Wyrd,
I'm not sure if I'm doing this right. I've never tried to pray directly to you before. I'm sorry if I'm doing this wrong. You're a part of me...your magic is within me so I'm hoping you can sense my intent even if my words don't make much sense.
I'm not...I'm not as smart as the occultists in Fall. I wasn't the one figuring out the goblin fruit. I was the idiot trying to put a gun to his head and I wanted to roll the die to see what would happen. Cinderella was right, I was full of hubris. I'm not coming to you from a place of hubris or knowing. I'm coming to you from a place of faith. If any of what I've learned is true then all this misery...all this pain...it's everywhere. It's probably why Spring can't heal any more.
It's not going to stop unless we find a better way, right? Until we start doing things differently. The wards may keep us safe from the Gentry but we're all falling apart on the other side of the wards.
You can have it all.
You can have my mantle. You can have all the magical power that I've built up inside of it, including the magic that I cast on myself before we took off. No more hiding behind ice to keep my feelings safe.
I'll join Spring if you're willing to consider the oath I made to Sedna fulfilled. What is time in this place, right? I've literally seen reality get torn asunder a couple of times since this all started. And during out last conversation she asked me what I'm going to do. Well, Sedna, this is me doing something. If Winter is willing to extend any Good Will towards me after this, I'll have her be my mentor. Work with her that way.
I'll focus my desires on healing others so we can do better.
You can have the extra life my connection to you grants me. I only ask that in exchange for the years of my life I am giving to you, that you use that power of life to help heal Fawkes and Golden Boy's emotional injuries.
You can...you can have my sight if you're willing to grant Spring back some of their healing powers back. They need a spark of hope after everything that's happened. Summer is going to need the healing for the season.
So this is me, offering to walk away from the land of the dead forever. I won't try and cheat by becoming a Gravewight through other magical means. It has to be worth something, yeah? I mean, I just disrupted that titanic power when I used my kith blessing on Golden Boy.
I offer you this as one of your free conduits. I, who has escaped Arcadia, who found his way out of the Underworld, and has walked among the living, offer this bargain up to you.
Please hear me, Wyrd.
Lucas shifted his Memento Vivere coin between his index and pointer finger. He lifted the coin up into the air with a shaking hand that he could barely see because some blood had rolled into one of his eyes. The coin was being offered up as symbol of the promise he was making the Wyrd with his proposed bargain. He channeled all of his remaining glamour towards the coin to bring as much attention to it as possible. For all he knew he could be talking to himself and they would all get punted to some fresh new hell.
Whatever came next, he owed it to himself to try.
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Post by Golden Boy on Jul 30, 2021 20:50:41 GMT -8
Lucas' coin did indeed feel heavy with the weight of his ideals and beliefs. If it were the Hedge, perhaps something would be imbued. The resonating of his Kith didn't flow out or falter, despite the Gravewight's heightened state of a deeply spiritual experience. Rather, the chorus of purpose was loud with power he already had, the channeling Sorrow making his head ring—the power to embody, witness, and wield as a weapon against the enemy—the connection with the Dead the only reason he was here in the first place. To have the choice to do anything about it. No one would understand, really, without experiencing it themselves. The concept didn't scratch the depths of the Secret that perpetuated this misery, and one would be mad to be eager for its reveal. No one would want to try—the test of faith beyond a scope of imagination. The force was within reach to grasp from within, searing a path from the soul to the Wyrd. The dragon's head angled, watching something briefly below as the arctic sun glinted off his wings. Riley was crying out to the void, but the answer was that of emotional reckoning. The only logical answer was for the need for it to Stop, the vision to burn and score and renew popping through their mind like halogen. The reluctance was palpable as the Fairest dropped a little lower, rumbling as he watched the storm. There was a small squeeze as a warning before speed returned, wrapping them in talons and tucking as he charging straight for the maelstrom of unending pain. From what came before, Lucas and Riley knew this was their death. Was Linden and Agrippa in there? The humans they couldn't save? Did that mean they were to join Them? The cold was new, wrapping a burning cocoon with the intense energy of Sorrow being Reaped as the wind and screeching buffeted and broke. The coin Golden Boy had offered was white-hot, marking the flesh before it dissolved to ash. The talons slammed to the hollow crunch of wood, Reality spinning as the living pulled themselves free from the space between and the whole venture never was. Save for the scrapes and cuts to more than just the flesh. Golden Boy had dropped the Contract at some point, the mass swirl of sweeping membrane from a Dragon The Couldn't Exist painting the stage violent red. At some point, Lucas would numbly recall that the Fairest had brought Amaranthine, and now he was able to understand why.
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Post by Riley Sorsa on Aug 1, 2021 7:38:22 GMT -8
They fluttered and tug, pulling towards the void, reaching for it. The moth was fortunate that the dragon's claws wrapped around their form prevented them from the destructive impulse.
"Please," they beg out loud.
Linden, Agrippa? Could they pry them free, pull them from the hunger and agony of the void. They were right there; the Bright One had to try; Riley owed them that. They deserved that. The moth pulled towards the void. Their fists beat against the dragon as the pain of it all wracked them inside to out. Why were they here, why had they been called?
The closed fist began to sear as it gripped onto the coin. The moth let a cry of shock and pain, pulling them from their despondence. Their eyes blurred with tears, their mind filled with sorrow and rage. Then, for a moment a clarity allowed them to observe, to see what's happening.
As reality crashed back around them, the degree of their pain and wounds became real. The moth gasps dropping to their knees painted red with their blood and that of others. They glance about slowly, weakly, their breathing heavy as their eyes feel upon Lucas and Golden boy. They wanted to open their mouth to speak, but the ringing in their mind brought them only to silence.
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Post by Lucas Chevalier on Aug 2, 2021 19:56:30 GMT -8
The first time Lucas had prepared to die, he had felt powerless. In fact, the only thing he felt like he had power over at the time was his own death.
The Wyrd had just shown him how much power he truly had inside of him as he was moments away from dying yet a second time. It felt almost cruel to gain such tremendous inside into his own capabilities and have run out of time before he could do anything with it. He squared his shoulders while he drew in a deep breath, summoning what courage he had left in him.
If nothing else, he was going to die with dignity.
"I forgive you."
Lucas mouthed the words to Riley as they began their final descent. He did his best to slowly mouth the words so that Riley had a chance of reading his lips. If he tried to say anything out loud the words would be lost to their injuries and the maelstrom surrounding them. The Gravewight knew that his words of forgiveness alone wouldn't be enough to relieve the Bright One of being an Oathbreaker to him. What his words did have the power to do was relieve Riley of their guilt over breaking an oath and free himself of his anger over the situation so neither of them had to take those negative emotions with them to their graves.
His attention then shifted back to their final destination. As they swooped into the raging whirlwind of sorrow he could feel his mantle vibrate from the intensity of the Sorrow surrounding them. He squeezed the coin even as it burned into his hands as the physical pain was welcomed distraction from the crushing despair.
Did Agrippa and Linden die with this much sorrow in their hearts?
Would he serve Death once again on the other side?
Could he find a way to comfort the dead once more?
The answer was waiting for him when he offered up his coin or at least he thought it was. Once he made his offering he stared up at the source of the reaping, finding an answer to a different question instead.
Reality flipped upside down one more time with feeling. When Lucas regained his senses he found himself on his back, staring up at the ceiling. The massive headache that pounded away in his head made him quickly realize he was alive. His mind was already trying to think of his next steps. He needed to report to Kai before anyone else in Winter found out. Otherwise, he would be at risk of becoming an oath breaker himself because they would surely put another gag order on him. Between his adventures into Fawkes' dreams and the living nightmare he went on with Golden Boy moments ago, Lucas hoped that was enough to fulfill his oath and then he would be free to negotiate better terms. He would need them because at this point he was convinced that once the Powers That Be in Winter found out how much he knew as a Gravewight, the only thing keeping him alive would be his Freehold Oath. If he didn't fall in line with their plans then they would look for any excuse to be done with him. Bonnie's desperate ritual suddenly made a whole lot more senses in his head.
He would worry about all of that in the morning. Tonight, he was going to revel in the fact that he was alive and he no longer was a helpless by standard in the machinations of the universe.
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Post by Golden Boy on Aug 2, 2021 22:09:25 GMT -8
The only reason his eyes were still open was because Winter's armour was keeping everything sealed in place.
He sensed Riley staring at him and Lucas still in shock.
Fine. It was his role in the story.
While his vision didn't spin, the stability of his soul rocked with sick from gorging on the dregs of annihilation. Breathing was hard. The world felt like a weight in itself as the simple instinct to live and fight rolled him onto his stomach, ice cracking and flaking as he was numbed and stitched to move. Shifting had not removed the wounds, only sliding them close together to correct his smaller size. He looked like a zombie with the amount of flesh that had been torn into; the scratches becoming gashes that slowly wetted his clothes from the first layer of permafrost. The Wyrd protected that, for some reason, but it certainly made his life more convenient when he slipped back into a socially acceptable skin.
The backpack wasn't far, only taking an hour of five seconds as he bit into the Amarantine, and stumbled back to shove the others in Riley's hands as either blood or juice ran freely from his sharp teeth. The cameras had been long taken care of. A talon came off from frostbite as he tapped a confirmation to Cinder that she could direct the hobs for cleanup, all in practiced, robotic movements as the other fruit was dropped on top of Lucas.
Fairest obligations fulfilled, he didn't bother catching himself as he slipped on the blood and started Feeling.
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Post by Lucas Chevalier on Aug 2, 2021 22:29:41 GMT -8
The goblin fruit dropping next to him was enough to shake Lucas from his stupor. He rolled onto his side to grab the apple and take a quick bite from it. The healing properties in the fruit were enough to take the edge off of his headache which in turn allowed him to properly think again.
Lucas also shed his protective armor leaving himself once again vulnerable and exposed emotionally. He stumbled forward managing to keep his balance until he was next to the bag of fruits. The Gravewight managed to drag it over to where Golden Boy had collapsed.
"You need to eat more, Golden Boy."
The words came out in a soft murmur as he was still having a hard time hearing anything. Lucas then set down behind Golden Boy, gently tugging him into his arms. Since Golden Boy was likely deafened as well, Lucas settled with humming softly, and petting the other Fairest's hair in a soothing manner if he allowed him to. With his free hand he offered the Amarantine up for Golden Boy to take another bite out of.
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Post by Riley Sorsa on Aug 3, 2021 6:42:47 GMT -8
Riley only caught the barely caught the mouthed words from Lucas.
I forget you? I lo- I forgive you.
Riley wasn't confident how they felt about the gift of forgiveness. When they felt a weight lift, it meant Lucas would talk; a door was open. However, it gnawed at the Bright one; forgiveness unearned, given freely, was just pity in a bow. Riley needed Lucas to understand, or at least hear before they could accept his forgiveness, should he give it again.
The moth went weak in the knees, falling to the ground with a thud. They would have flinched at the flash of pain in their knees, but it was dull compared to the rest of the burning pain in their body. They hadn't notice Golden's approach till the fruit was presented. The moth cups it in their hand, looking down at it.
They felt their mouth go dry, a clear warning sign they were ready to throw up. They paused, leaning their head back, and took three long deep breaths calming their gut. Letting the adrenaline settle, as their eyes try to focus upward to the lights above the stage, the bright luminance is a cold reminder.
Reach or be consumed. They had seen the maw.
The moth took a bite of the fruit in silence.
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