Deceit

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Headcanons tomorrow. Stop.

Hot dogs are sandwiches. Stop.

"Ah... Seems some cookies really hadn't changed all that much... Haha... ha.. ahh..." But it wasn't their fault, he reminded himself. They just didn't know what they were doing. It's why Truth never rested. Why they still needed him, he reasoned.

With his staff for support, Sage paused and caught his breath. Things hurt... And he supposed things were different than when he was the Fount. The wounds would have been nothing, and... Hoo boy.... Half a soul jam really did it, didn't it? Not even a deity anymore... Barely a memory. Barely a somebody.

He collapsed on the forest floor.

Ignoramus...

Accessories

The Amber Earring The Fount has a single earring dangling from his left ear. It's an amber dewdrop stone which to most would appear to be a droplet of honey, but it's actually a milk droplet in homage to his Creator. Where his other friends wore jewelry, Fount allowed the Herald to pierce his ears that he may wear something like they often did. Unfortunately the Herald was only able to pierce one ear because the Fount did not like the moment of pain and refused his other ear.

The Locket It is merely a symbol his vast knowledge and the secrets he must keep as well. There are some doors which should never be opened. There are some secrets which should never be known. But... though there may be many he is unable to share, there are also just as many to be revealed. For those that seek answers, he is willing to provide. However, on a personal level for anyone that ventures close enough to touch this starred locket over his chest will without a doubt cause the Virtue to freeze. This is an intimate closeness towards himself, not his duty.

The Skeleton Keystaff Though it bolsters the Soul Jam of Knowledge in it's bow, the magical keystaff also acts as a skeleton key- that is to say any lock can be opened. There is no door, chest, or seal in which the Fount cannot be barred from. And just in turn, he has the capability to place an arcane lock upon which he deems should never be opened. With it, he governs secrets which should never come to light just as he may freely share hidden knowledge.

Often times this was how he managed rest. Days where he was in the presence of another- Sugar being the one who would delicately assist closing down his wandering mind to rest before exhaustion would take claim. And Timekeeper's hand brushing through the starlit galaxy of his hair, his eyes fluttered close at how that touch alone lulled him with such dreamy temptations. Each stroke created a shimmer beneath their hand with stars seeming to twinkle up at them.

Fount felt the shift. Briefly his eyes opened half-lidded in wonder. "I can feel you stopped time..." he muttered.

The thought made him smile. And he wondered if she really was offering this moment between the seconds for him.

And he smiled that this was no dream.

After a deep exhale, there was an eventual relinquish unto sleep. However long it took, Fount rested comfortably and easily. His mouth parted, and would eventually move as if they wished to keep speaking. And as he slept, too did his hair seemed to come alive- as if watching the night sky itself on a clear night. Stars seemed to shoot from one lock of hair onto another. Blues shifted. And from this angle, it would be possible fore Timekeeper to notice a glowing white... freckle? a star? against the Fount's blue chest. But whether he had more was hidden beneath robes.