"...'Chapter One: On The Crafting and Destruction of Artifacts and Relics'?"

I dunno, seems like eating your opponents doesn't always stick, either.

It didn't eat me the first time, did it?

Then I suppose [I] had better go out there and make a bit of noise to get the Gods' attention.

After all you've done, you expect me to forget you?

Its goal is to devour our sun. Such a place will not exist.

Safer for whom?

||laundry and cooking dinner augh

Not the safest way to pass his days - but they're hardly one to speak.

Then they'll gladly return to their studies.

Hm. Certainly the new arrival [instantly] suggesting extreme measures is trustworthy and holds every answer.

Well. Another would need time anyway, to reach out to contacts who might have other avenues. They at least have time to burn. ...Patience, increasingly less so.

He's absolutely welcome to [this] one. She's had her fill, and the next seems more promising...

The one they're reading – if he isn't hoping to learn a single useful thing about this town's history.

Quietly hidden away in a library, lost in a large, esoteric tome not thinking about what day it is. Not even a little.

A kiss goodbye Your twisted shell As rice grains and roses fall at your feet Let's say goodbye The hundredth time And then tomorrow we'll do it again

"Oh, what have you—!" Their error strikes them true as an arrow. "I meant I'll need more [rations,] not more rats!"

You don't need to– ... Goodbye?

Rats in the rations. I'll have to get more.

Euyuch.

"I'm here, I'm– ...how...unconventional?"

They never left their hands. They open one?

"They're books?"

"Apollo? Keep clear, a little."

I carved our love into a tree, never thinking we'd be buried in its roots.

||test?

They search for @becameamonster.bsky.social that night after leaving the warrior's quarters; in their distraction and distress, they find little sign of him after the blood dripped across the floorboards fades from the path he walked. They can't quite put a name to their reason for seeking him.

I'd do anything to see you again.

no thoughts hands healing

Does she think shoe is a fancy word for boot...?

I suppose if I support her rights, I must also support her wrongs.

Ah, how simple to ignore. Now they can work with only the distractions of their own mind.

"A woman is dying and I can't FOCUS." [Casts Silence]

"What is going ON over there???"

and lay a hand upon Faustine's shoulder to gently guide them both from the path of the doors. Faustine was eager for respite, but they kept their task in mind and sought out the woman they were to meet; happily, the two goals coincide, and they point ahead to the bar.

As they crossed through the front door – elegantly engraved, 'The Kindly Kraken' with just the creature to match – the pair was met with the comfortable hum of a crowd of content patrons. They pardon themself as an elegant, blue-haired white Tiefling enters behind them

I think you might consult a healer.

They lost their toothbrush.

*The beautiful buffoon

The majestic griffon #dragonage

||sorry for delays in my repelies here, life has been less consistent than I sometimes hope and I don't have the best system for keeping track of what I owe on which accounts

Give grace to eating pencils

In every moment I think of you.

The still of the morning seems to hang more heavily today. Bit by bit, they pack away their gear, the crates of supplies, the tent they called home for the last year. It feels wrong, even if they know they haven't much choice. The shrine is so near, and yet...

||Respectfully and lovingly, I don't follow accounts who lewd on the timeline, I need to keep a clean feed for personal and professional reasons. If I'm unfollowing it's not personal, just gotta split.

...Well, thank goodness I have all the means I need to keep him well out of your wretched reach. Go, there is nothing for you here.

Look at you! Half-right is a new record.

Enjoy the first heartburn of your life, I suppose, he's far too much of a pest [not] to give you indigestion.