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Who: Anybody
When: Day 114, mid-morning
Where: by the portal and OUTSIDE!!! (gasp)
What: bad decisions people venturing outside and stuff

[It's mid-morning in Thusia. Do you know where YOUR Waver Velvet is?]

[If you don't, it's probably because he's snuck away to have a look at the portal to the outside and is now looking at it, deep in grumpy thought.]

[Is it worth the risk to find a tobacco plant.]

[That is the question.]

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[devotedtothecore]

...

[ eyes him with a face just a little twisted up. just a little

...reaches up to touch the side of Aeron's face with his good hand ]

[webmd]

[there is the tremor, the shocky overreaction of a fresh resurrection, and his breath catches and he tilts his head, hs eyes weak - it's such a vulnerable gesture, one lost entirely in the weeks before he was lost. The dull exhaustion is gone, replaced with an older lost nervousness, and an older thrill than that.]



Gold...

[devotedtothecore]

[ ...his own face barely changes, save eyes widening just that bit more. Because he can't crack here. Not here. This is the worst place to they've still got to just get out of here

and ]

[devotedtothecore]

[

you know what fuck this

SHOULDERGRAB. AND HUGGING. SO TIGHT ]

[webmd]

Ah--ha--

[he squeezes out a choked sob and Spider clutches onto him as tight as he can]

[devotedtothecore]

[ feels like him sounds like him smells like him, light. He can't. Chrys can't wrap his head around it, not after seeing this man consigned to the stone of a faraway world and after all he'd done to say goodbye, damn it-- a harsh inhale ]

...if this is but another ploy of these gods, I swear--

[webmd]

[Spider moves from just happiness to a swell of panic quickly, and he holds tight, willing it to rush through him while he weathers it. It isn't like the lures, the quelling images and whispers and promises fed to him by the Old Man to draw him in and eat him. But he can't help but remember, compare, and at Chrys' words he laughs, not a good one.]

Hahah... I'll just fall for it, I truly will. Like some greenfooted child. If this is what happens as a soul ends just let me disappear. I can't bear it.

[devotedtothecore]

[ it's a good thing having one's face buried in a shoulder where no one can see one's war against their own fear while they do their best to be the most stable of things. A choked laugh of his own, and under Aeron's hand his shoulders tremble ]

Disappear? ...I've enough of that, Spider, mark, don't think me so gracious as to let it stand...