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  1. Bemused, Rezyn shook her head. "Walk with me back to my keep?" She asked Pernia.
  2. We have a separate kind of rp thingy yes it's fun no it's not ok
  3. Rezyn laughed, nodding. "you're right about that." She eyed Silas. "You never saw me after the meeting, k?"
  4. And it's not Jaxin's fault he has PTSD, but here we are.... -_^
  5. POV: Your characters both need serious mental help but they're in a relationship and there's no therapist within 100 miles outside the town and she's a schizophrenic and he has PTSD so it'll never work out for them to be each other's therapy and yet they are. *cough* @Just-A-Stick *cough*
  6. Rezyn laughed, sliding her arm through Penia's and walking toward the door. "He would have to be, to break up with you. And I'm doing great. Just almost got assassinated, but a day in the life."
  7. "What's going on with you, Pernia?" Rezyn said, walking over to her friend. "How's that serving boy you told me about the other week?"
  8. "Of course you are," Rezyn said absently. "And I--" she looked at her ragged street clothes, "am a dignified noblewoman."
  9. Rezyn shook her head in amusement. "Neither was I."
  10. Rezyn raised an eyebrow. "What if I did? Jealous?"
  11. Rezyn tilted her head at him. "I wouldn't. What if it left a residue?" "Or not," she mumbled.
  12. Rezyn was noting a sunken in patch of brick where the shadow had touched the building. "Any idea why it did that?" She glanced at Silas. "Maybe you upset it."
  13. Rezyn didn't look at him. "No idea. You're the one who got up close and personal with it."
  14. Rezyn, having reluctantly stayed to examine her surroundings, watch the sleeping servant and try to make sense of the shadow wound, jumped, startled. She thought about hiding, but it was too late. So she kept her head high as she skulked about and pretended not to notice Silas.
  15. We finally had snow!!!! 😁😁😁

     

    Cold

    Spoiler

    Two kinds of cold

    1

    Numb

    Uncaring

    Tired

    Exhausted, really

     

    Wait

    Wrong kind

     

    2

    Sharp

    Stabbing,

    Somehow

    It makes you

    Feel

    Warm

     

    Buried under snow

    My little sis put it there

    Laughing

    A kid again

    In a way

     

    I haven’t

    Had a

    Snow fight

    In

    Years

    Sad, isn't it?

    But I did today

     

    Peaceful

    White

    Sparkly

    Clean

    Snow

    That was made for us

    Perfect

     

    Sledding

    A ramp

    A car honked at us

    Who cares?

     

    It was fun

    As snow

    Was intended

    To be

     

    Cold,

    Yet it made me feel

    Warm

    ❄️❄️❄️

    1. Show previous comments  4 more
    2. Part Of The Narrative

      Part Of The Narrative

       We haven't had a lot of snow in yearssss @TwinSouls

      *hugs child* @Just-A-Stick

    3. TwinSouls

      TwinSouls

      Ok, so it is a “yay” situation for you. 

      Enjoy your snow!

    4. Part Of The Narrative

      Part Of The Narrative

      hehehe thank you I will

  16. Kerst shook his head. “But why? Why try to murder me and now try to help?”
  17. Kerst gritted his teeth. "We were going to discuss the missing king." He watched Sleeper closely for a reaction.
  18. "There's no cult." Kerst said flatly. "At least, not here." He took a coin out of his pocket. "Copper and silver, stranger."
  19. Kerst lit a lantern that he found in a corner, traveling through several of the dark rooms before settling on one in the middle of the building. He sat on the floor, crossing his arms. "Speak," he instructed Sleeper. "What do you wish to know?"
  20. Kerst nodded sharply. "It will be so." He started toward the building, watching Sleeper out of the corner of his eye.
  21. "No." Kerst gestured at an abandoned building. "This is not a conversation for the public street. Step inside with me." He studied Sleeper. "It would be easy for you to slip out that sword, now. Just you and me, talking of forbidden things. One might get what he wants from me and decide he no longer needs me."
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