HERETIC! *

"Vancouveria hexandra.... Also known as the inside-out flower." Amin signed it's more common name as he spoke it. He had done nothing special to it, other than help it grow with his life force. It was just a normal plant, but one he would call a friend.

The fae held it out for Gray to see. "It is a beautiful little oddity...." He offered a small, but genuine smile as he spoke about the plant. He loved all plants, no matter the kind, unlike humans.

The roots of it's siblings that he'd methodically grown throughout the wood as an alarm system seemed to tickle at his toes. Cheeky little things these ones were. Soon they would be sprouting all over the landscape.

The Inside-Out Flower, huh? Peter's been brushing up on his botany since witchery has become a part of his life, but he's never seen anything like this before. He's undeniably intrigued...

...but also deeply suspicious.

After all, if this thing is so easy to care for— if it really is as toxin-free and resilient to pests and as low maintenance as Amin implies— then why doesn't he just take care of it himself? Am's warning provides him with additional context, yes, but surely he doesn't want people to know that he isn't human. It begs the question as to why he thinks offering a stranger in the woods a present is typical human behaviour.

"Vampires can't be...! Uhm." She squinted at her menu, distracted by a secondary thought in her head about craving fruit. She wants strawberries. Something on this menu must have strawberries...

"... being dead helps."

"I need a wee."

She dropped her menu on the bar, turned in her little bar stool, and hopped down the great distance for her feet to touch the floor.

"SHIT-!"

Her footing was terrible. Her legs gave way. Her body plummeted towards the floor.

Already, Peter knows he's in for a bit of a logistical nightmare with Lizzy. Her vapid sense of direction paired with her general unwillingness to stop drinking is going to make for hard work.

"Yeah no, I get that, but—"

Before he can discern what's happening, she's suddenly bound for the floor. A sound of surprise leaves him before he feels his familiar guide his movements; his staff extends much like a freakishly long arm, his thin handle spitting out a large phantom hand. It comes between Lizzie and the floor expertly, saving her an embarrassing fall.

Peter isn't afraid to admit that he's a little dumbfounded. He shouldn't really be surprised when Am displays his abilities anymore, yet the guardian is always finding new ways to stun him.

But before her thoughts could grab her by the ankles and drag her under, the mention of the void caught her ear. Other than Caine, Gray had been the first person yet to have spoken a word of it. And the ripples caught her in the tides of her thoughts again; what came before entering the void. The feeling of reliving her work life, running through a corridor of doors in the hopes of finding the exit, her way out.

And the moment eyes her landed on the computer and headset. It's like something broke inside her mind, leading her down deeper to get lost in a physical simulation of her own fears. Then time slows down, the final door seemingly so close and yet so far from her grasp and then - bright nothingness. It almost felt like sitting inside a microwave on high, or being inside a TV screen with a magnet placed on it. Pomni didn't catch wind that her pinwheels began to scribble over and dissociate.

But she caught herself, hoping the small rabbit didn't take notice and continued on, like nothing happened after a good few hard blinks first.

"Yeah, but what if he doesn't?"

It's a question he's been asking himself more and more lately. Whether he intends to or not, the ringmaster gives the impression that even he has blind spots— that there are nooks and crannies in this strange realm that need not be explored for the sake of one's safety.

If he's aware of it all, why does he feel the need to occupy space with things that could prove dangerous to himself, too? Surely it'd be enough to change the surroundings of the players without influencing his own experience of the world he's supposedly built?

"I... can't describe what I saw out there. I don't know how to put 'em into words. I just know they were like things I've seen before, from my own world. From Earth." Not the average experience that humans have, no, but Gray's experience nonetheless. Ever since Paimon was invited into his life, he doesn't think much of anything has really been normal for him. "Just... they were humanesque. Like people, but deformed... morphed beyond the regular proportions, y'know? What do you think that means?"

NAME:

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Ren scoffs. not cause she doesn't agree, exactly. she has totally seen exactly what Peter's talking about, like, firsthand. it's more just that she absolutely cannot picture him not looking like ... well, him.

❝ okay, don't get me wrong, right, i get what you're saying. the thing is though – ❞ she vaguely waves her hand in his direction, pausing while she flails for what she's trying to say. ❝ i can't picture you not being totally gorgeous, beard or no beard. it's honestly actually a little unfair. like, leave some pretty for the rest of us. ❞

"oh shut up!"

the smile on his face is big, the beginnings of a blush blooming on the apples of his cheeks. to save at least some face, he looks away from her, a hand curling around the back of his neck as he wills the heat away.

he's officially a little flustered.

to go along with the nonverbal memes i’ve done, i wanted to make one with some of my sentences but for signing!! when reblogging feel free to specify how fluent your muses are and which dialects in the tags. 

sign: you’re not fine.  you’re clearly not fine.  and you don’t have to keep saying that you are.

sign: hey— look at me.  you can talk to me

sign: you do realize you don’t have to do this alone right?

sign: you don’t get a choice this time.  i’m helping you.

sign: what the hell is wrong with you? 

sign: i know you’re having nightmares again.

sign: hey you want me to kill that guy for you?

sign: if i think about it,  i get angry.  and i don’t know where that anger stops.  so i’d rather not start at all.

sign: do i trust you?  absolutely not.  next question

sign: if i don’t get a nap in the next hour i’ll probably murder someone.

sign: you’re getting that look in your eyes like you’re about to ask me what’s wrong so i’m gonna save us both the awkwardness of finding an excuse to leave and just go now

sign: why are you really here?

sign: i can see beneath your smile.

sign: why won’t you just tell me the truth?

sign: so are we gonna talk about it or are we gonna pretend nothing’s wrong here?

sign: i wish you’d stop trying to destroy yourself in some misguided effort to feel worthy.

sign: my world is just falling apart.  it’s like everything is just crumbling around me.  i don’t know what to do.  i just want it to stop.

sign: stop pushing me away.  i’m not going anywhere,  asshole.  and as soon as you get that through that thick skull of yours,  the better.

sign: i’ll always choose you.  that’s the worst part of it all.  i’d choose you over and over, even though i know you wouldn’t do the same.

sign: if i loved you less,  i might be able to talk about it more.

sign: i don’t care how willing you are to die for me.  i want you to fucking live with me.  live for us.

sign: i know you, i know you like i know my own name, i know who you are in your bones.

sign: i know i don’t have any right to anymore,  but i need you.

sign: will you just stay with me?  just for tonight.  please.

sign: i get to decide whether or not you’re good enough.  that was my choice to make.  and you took it away.

sign: i didn’t have anywhere else to go.  i’m sorry.

sign: i don’t know what you want from me.

sign: you’re not a monster. 

sign: you’re not broken.

sign: you’re a monster.

sign: look at you. you’re all alone. 

sign: i learned the only thing i can believe in is me.  i have faith in myself.  that’s how i survived. 

sign: i already forgave you.  so why can’t you forgive yourself?

sign: why do you keep saying that?  you’re not alone.  i’m standing right here.

sign: i’ve never cared about anyone the way i care about you.

sign: i could have lost you today! do you know what that would have done to me?

sign: you’re safe with me, you know that right?

sign: stop doing that— stop trying to hide your emotions from me.

sign: what happened to you? what made you so scared to stay still long enough to let someone in?

sign: close your eyes. go back to sleep. nothing can hurt you while i’m here.

sign: you were talking in your sleep again. i’m starting to think they’re memories and not just dreams.

sign: how did you get this scar?

sign: i’ll kill anyone that makes you hurt like that again. i’d kill them just for taking your smile.

sign: who hurt you? who made you so sad and lonely? tell me so i can make them pay.

sign: i just needed to see you.

sign:  i sleep better in your bed.

sign: everyone keeps asking how i’m doing but— you’re the only person i really feel like i can talk to.