former mindless puppet

“You’re enough.”

“It’s okay to rest.”

“You’re safe, now.”

“You’re not a burden.”

“It’s okay to be scared.”

“You’re doing your best.”

“Don’t listen to the doubt.”

“It’s not better to be alone.”

“They can’t hurt you anymore.”

“It’s okay to cry if you need to.”

“You do not deserve to be hurt.”

“You don’t need to forgive them.”

“It’s okay if your best isn’t perfect.”

“It’s okay to take time for yourself.”

“You don’t have to please everyone.”

“You were just a kid. It wasn’t your fault.”

“You’re not a bad person for speaking up.”

“You don’t have to push yourself so hard.”

“Healing takes time. There’s no time-limit.”

“You’re surrounded by people who love you.”

“You don’t have to prove yourself to anyone.”

“You don’t have to do everything by yourself.”

“It’s not selfish to ask for help when you need it.”

“You deserve to smile, and laugh, and be happy.”

“You don’t have to apologize for taking up space.”

“You don’t need to justify your existence to anyone.”

“You’re not stupid for not understanding something.”

“Everything might not be perfect, but it will be better.”

“You can miss someone and still realize they hurt you.”

“You’ve come so far, so take a second and appreciate that.”

“Not everyone is out there to break you down and hurt you.”

“What was done to you was not your fault. It never, ever was.”

“You don’t need to accept apologies from people who don’t mean them.”

“You’re allowed to tell people. If they didn’t want people to know, they shouldn’t have done it.”

“They didn’t love you. It hurts to recognize that. But, it means you can move on, and find someone who does.”

"How do I look?" she got herself the short top - and the jacket to hide sleeves and arms - and the mini-skirt, ignoring the scars on her legs for the time being. She feels much more like herself, in a way. "Can I pull it off? You can be honest."

"It feels so simple to me."

"What do you hold onto?"

"I'd never live in a small town."

"I’ve made too many mistakes."

"I've tried very hard to be good."

"It's up to you if you choose to go."

"And in a big city, you can start over."

"Only you know. I've let only you know."

"If I leave, somebody else will find you."

"If I leave, somebody else will love you."

"I won't leave you, 'cause I still love you."

"Guess it's up to you if you choose to go."

"I couldn't lose you. How could I losе you?"

"I'm not here, I'm where nobody can reach."

"When I die, could I come back as the rain?"

"Everywhere you go makеs your heart ache."

"She took it on to start a new life in that house."

"If you don't like me now... I will change for you."

"'Cause I'll do anything for you to love me, again."

"But when they think you're bad, people act worse."

"Lightning hits so close. Sounded like a big tin can."

"But who else could love me quite as kindly as you?"

"Rifle through it all, fill the blanks with what you need."

"But nobody else could see me quite as clearly as you."

"The only thing you can trust is what you lived through."

"But nobody else could forgive me quite as often as you."

"I'm slow to learn all the rules, but I've tried very hard to be good."

"Some days, you just go the long way to stay off of memory lane."

"You gotta write your book early, or it gets written up in your place."

"I just want my mind to be a clear glass. Clear glass with nothing in my head."

"I keep thinking, 'surely, somebody will save me'... at every turn, I learn that no one will."

"Would you have liked me better if I'd died, so you could tell my story the way it ought to be?"

"I looked up at the night sky wondering, 'Is this what it's worth'? The stars never answered back."

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“I much prefer to eat other things,” the spirit giggled, soft warmth in the sound. “Liiike….freshly baked bread. And souffles,” she mused.

Admittedly, she didn’t actually need to eat at all. That, and she sometimes got a bit over-excited when attempting to cook. Still, she enjoyed the flavors of a wide variety of foods, when the opportunity presented itself.

“I believe I still have some muffins waiting back on the front desk,” Pyro hummed thoughtfully, stepping lightly to guide the stranger around the bend of rocks.

Just beyond, there was indeed an inn. The front door was open, allowing a pleasant orange light to filter out from inside, highlighting the quaint wooden structure of the building. Beyond the door, the front room could be seen - and indeed, a low, crackling fire was lit in its hearth, framed by a mismatched set of seats.

Had the entire building been there before?

"What are muffins?" she asked, because it seemed like Pyro expected her to do something about them, following her into the inn that somehow she had missed on her way there; she had checked for lights, for signs people may be around, so she didn't know whether to blame it on her exhaustion or whatever magic she had.

"It looks cozy... was it hidden by magic before?" The colors were nice, and curiosity led Terra to start looking around.

"Why not? S'not like they're heavy."

His attention now shifts to the mother cat, who's still eyeing them with a sort of murderous suspicion, he respects that. Protective mothers were scary no matter the species.

"She's the problem, the babies are easy."

Draken could easily scoop ten of them up and walk twenty minutes without breaking a sweat. The only challenge he could foresee in that scenario, is the fact they'd probably squirm the entire time.

"So why are we here now trying to lure them with catnip if you didn't plan on getting them until tomorrow?"

"I am befriending them so I don't get clawed to death tomorrow, when I put them all in a cat carrier. But if you think you can grab their mother and walk that long with her without issues, and without dropping her, I'll take the kittens."

His brows raised. "I'd think so."

The man slowed to a stop, raising a hand over his eyes to look through the trees. After a moment, he spotted a small clearing - covered in moss and framed at one edge by a fallen tree - before turning to smile at her.

"Well. It's a good time for a break~" he hummed, waltzing off towards the space he'd seen.

With all the comfort as if he lived there, he plopped down onto the fallen tree. In that same motion, he set his bag onto the ground, continuing to hum as he sifted through it.

"Whichever is sweetest," she answered, opening her own bag to look for a tonic. "Hey, Tor?"