Qifrey is living a tragic Romantic romance/horror. He thinks heβs dragging a starβnot just any star, mind you, but βthe skyβs kindest, most radiant starβ, in factβdown from the heavens to rot beneath his boughs and roots alongside him. The only companion heβs ever held dearer is his grief, or perhaps his rage. He thinks heβs destined only to drown in the cold, waterlogged grave they never truly did dig him fully out of, and that heβll cling to micro-doses of Olruggio of The Torchβs warmth until he extinguishes the very last vestiges of his fire, his potential, his destinies, too.
Olruggio is living in a slice-of-life cooking show and worries his Very Good Friend (who surely must know Olruggio holds the biggest torch ever made for by now, right?), who takes such good care of Olruggio and their 4 children, is Not Doing So Wellβ’οΈ again
