Not here No More

Imagine your person A of your OTP being partly responsible for the death of person B. The guilt and sadness rips at person A’s heart, spiraling them into a deep depression. Meanwhile, person B’s ghost is standing close to A, whispering forgiveness and consolidations. But person A can’t hear them.

Imagine your polyship trying to find a bed big enough for all of them and a mattress that they all can agree on by running around a mattress store all laying on different beds, calling to each other across the store.

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Imagine Person A of your OTP coming home after a rainy day. Person B wipes them with a towel, worrying if they’ll catch a cold, and they proceed to cuddle in bed until Person A feels better.

[[ Oh, please. They didn’t even spell Angrboða’s name correctly, do you really think they literally meant rocks? It seems to me that it was there more for hyperbole than anything. And everyone always exaggerates when it comes to me. ]]

((I don’t know some of those exaggerations are pretty accurate if you ask me. And I’m a good source of information on whether or not things about you are accurate. …But I’ll believe you about the rocks. ))

[[ Oh, please. They didn’t even spell Angrboða’s name correctly, do you really think they literally meant rocks? It seems to me that it was there more for hyperbole than anything. And everyone always exaggerates when it comes to me. ]]

((I don't know some of those exaggerations are pretty accurate if you ask me. And I'm a good source of information on whether or not things about you are accurate. ...But I'll believe you about the rocks. ))