Scuttling to oblivion

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As you know, counting sheeps is perfect for sleep. Sheeps take that job very seriously. But some are still learning. It’s fine, I don’t think Wolf Hunter minds. 🐑🐑🐑

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So if he says that I'm useful, it must be true.

I nod to him, and I lace our fingers together, and I don't let go until the server brings our food.

Lunch is delicious. We chat about inconsequential things: he tells me just a little bit about what Onychinus has been up to in the near-year I was gone, and I tell him just a little bit about how what I did to occupy my time while I wasn't very mobile.

"Honestly," I murmur as I lean back in my chair, plate clean before me, "it was mostly my chainmaille stuff. I was able to get out to a couple shows a friend of mine was vending at, she let me share her tent and I got a ride from another friend since I couldn't drive. I was able to make a little money while I was out of work, and I got out of the apartment. Win win."

Gotta mack on the local himbo

I'm sure everything's fine.

Part 55>>> Part 57???

Baldur's Gate 3 - Sideshow Artprints - Elfsong Tavern by Ian MacDonald - Larian Studios - Kazuliski

I shrug slightly, my smile coming back as he points out my willingness to acknowledge people's shades of gray. "People do like simple answers. Unfortunately, life is rarely that simple. People aren't coins, that only have two sides. To forget that is to forget that people are...people. Flawed and imperfect and capable of wonderful things and horrific things..."

I shake my head. "I'll never not look for people's reasons, because to not do so is an insult to their humanity."

I rub my temple with my free hand, unwilling to let go of his fingers. "As for what they want you to see...that I couldn't say. I'm not exactly a criminal mastermind...and I never learned how to play chess. I can see what's there, but not the long game."

I smile faintly. "But I know you'll figure it out. You always do. And I'll do whatever I can to help you."

A faint pout tries to work itself onto my face, and I push it down. "Hey, you know that I hate feeling useless more than anything else. If I can find a way to still be in the fight with you regardless of what I'm wearing, then so much the better, right?"

That look. I can feel heat rising to my cheeks-he can't just look at me like that in public! I definitely do not tell him that the dress is hidden deep in my closet back home, hopefully never to see the light of day again.

But then his words hit home, and my heart skips a beat. To become someone else to wear it. That was exactly it-I'd been so caught up in the fact that a dress like that was something that I'd never reach for myself, that I never stopped to thing that a dress like that was something he wanted to see me in. Not someone else, someone smaller, but me specifically.

like, what other song can make that claim?

The crowd cheering after the first stanza when they realize what they’re all doing

So many people audibly ‘doing the guitar parts’… like ya do

The sheer number of voices joining the rediculous falsetto (thanks, Roger)

How they all start jumping at the ramp-up “so you think you can stomp me”

I meet his eyes, a certainty in my belief simmering in the gaze behind glass. "I don't think that a choice made while threatened defines anything about a person except desperation. Anything backed into a corner will lash out, human, animal or otherwise."

Then my gaze drops, and I sigh softly. "I don't, Sy. I know...the things you've done, and that you'd do them again." My little smile turns rueful. "Maybe I am a little blinded by my love for you. I can acknowledge that...that I don't like thinking about those choices you've made. But I also acknowledge that those choices come from a place I know almost nothing about."

My eyes lock on our entwined fingers. "So I do my best not to judge, and I just..." My smile turns warm, and a little teasing. "I think of you as being a good man, but not a decent one."

I watch him analyze the street, our surroundings, with a quick precision that always impresses me. He has the ability to take everything in and plan around it in seconds-and in fact make several plans if the first falls through. He's an incredibly impressive man...and I'm glad he's not against me.

"What worries me is the fact that you never found a second one," I murmur. "Someone who knows you well enough should have known you'd have caught the not-mailman dropping it on camera. It was two obvious, if even someone not in the business like me could catch it. Which feels to me like he wanted you to find it."