Find your tribe in a Sea of Creativity
☆ Day 3 : found family or fever
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(@appri-dot ) Apparently it actually is possible to make the creature even more confused, because they definitely look that way as you run down the hall.
Glancing quickly from your detached hand, to you yourself, they process this just in time to yell, "Hey! Wait, you don't eve-" But the rest of the sentence was cut off as you turn the corner and move further into this unknown space.
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The weird metallic design of grate and ceiling lights continues around the corner, stretching into yet another hallway. This one has doors at the sides that probably open into other rooms, but that's partially drowned out by the sound of another huge rumble from somewhere further down the hall.
The shaking is stronger this time, you're getting closer.
oh my god bro my draft was deleted
Closed for @dreamsofwishes
“I’m fine, truly I just needed to have a moment to think.” Aurora reply lavender eyes going to flicker out the window where more royal trumpets could be heard along with the familiar fan fare as another royal family was welcomed to the kingdom.
“I’m just…. Not accustomed to, all of this.” She motion vaguely around her bedchamber
The laugh that follows her question is sudden and sharp and unkind, yet how amusing it all is!
Before, she would have been in peril because he was under the thrall of some mind-flayer scheme. And now? Now, even should he wish to do so—and why would he?—he lacks any and all ability to draw upon the magicks that his pact with the Absolute had bestowed unto him. The laugh is double-edged and slices him, also, to the core.
The reason, how-ever, is not one he intends to share. He had done well covering his powerlessness since leaving Grymforge. He has no intention of revealing his predicament now.
"Safe with me?" he repeats, every syllable measured and serrated.
"I do not think that you could have asked a more insipid question if you had tried to find one."
Let her assume the reason for his scathing remark: that he feels not the slightest indebted to her, that he has no attachment to any of these ridiculous fools, that he would just as soon let them all suffer the consequences of whatever asinine decision they might next make and take the artifact for himself.
She can think whatever she likes. It is no matter to him.
[ He knows the truth. ]