momma's boy

I’m going to a con next weekend, and admittedly most of the reason I’ve been busy has been that I was making a new cosplay for it. That’s done now, but ofc finals are in a couple weeks, so school is getting… eh. You know. Anyways, activity has been and will continue to be sporadic, I probably won’t go out of my way to start any new threads on any of my blogs ‘til summer but if you don’t mind a lil bit of a wait on responses then I’m 100% down to rp always

Losing his laurel wreath meant losing connection with Lady Palutena. Which meant not being able to travel back up to Skyworld. Looking like a completely lost fool, Pit wandered around the ground to see if the weird monster-like creature possibly had dropped his precious accessory.  Nope.  But alas! Lady Palutena’s goddess luck miraculously rubbed off onto him when he was face to face with a human who possibly could help!  ❝Hey! Woah! Nice hair! But yeah, I need a lot of help actually.” Pit inspected the other’s attire and was astounded by the decorations and details. “Fancy outfit you got there. Anyway, I have no clue where I am and I need to find something really important- but what? A fight? I can help if you want!”  Okay, he really had to stop jumping all over the place with his sentences.  

It was odd how casual this supposed holy messenger was, and though Morgan would’ve liked to be polite, he kept finding himself glancing back to the angel’s wings. Were they... real? They looked soft, at least. “...Er, you’re... you’re an angel, right? Don’t you have... well, more important stuff to be doing than wandering around Ylisse?”

“Oh, goodness.” A light laugh slips forth with a shake of her head as she takes in mud-stained robes and smudges of dirt across his cheeks. “Were you out digging pit falls again?”

“Well, er... yes?” he admitted sheepishly, giving his mother a nervous smile as he rubbed at some of the supposed dirt on his face. “I did better this time, though! You’ll never see it coming!”