Reckon he brought himself more than I brought him.
οΌ he ain't quite sure how he feels about seein' her, truth be told. there's that old kneejerk instinct to look around for pools of water — it ain't like he can whisper charms to the pool surrounding that chrysalis (he tried, can't be done.)
it's also a strange thing to see her in the same form, same life, same damn time more than once. it don't work like that. she's born, she lives a spell, she dies in water, and he finds her. the fact that this is the living, breathing body he laid hands on during samhain surely ain't lost on him.
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οΌ he ain't quite sure how he feels about seein' her, truth be told. there's that old kneejerk instinct to look around for pools of water — it ain't like he can whisper charms to the pool surrounding that chrysalis (he tried, can't be done.)
it's also a strange thing to see her in the same form, same life, same damn time more than once. it don't work like that. she's born, she lives a spell, she dies in water, and he finds her. the fact that this is the living, breathing body he laid hands on during samhain surely ain't lost on him.
skokash leaves his side and goes over to Γ©adaoin, butting his head up against her shoulder and rubbing against her, near about knocking her down with the force of it. he's a pushy asshole some days, this creature. οΌ