She was sipping at her tea, halfway listening to the other two men about something or other. She didn't really know.
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She was sipping at her tea, halfway listening to the other two men about something or other. She didn't really know.
"..."

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I don’t know how my parents never knew I was gay when I was younger because I really developed my music taste when I was 7 and fixated on folk music about pretty women that I sung a little too enthusiastically
U have to have a special kind of touching grass deficiency to think that bullying actors for doing their job by portraying a hateable character as hateable is ok. Actors are not the roles they play and when the fuck are people going to realize that
“I should get new shirts.”
☞ there’s no need to be afraid any more , random citizen ! ☜ oh , random citizen was a nice touch. there was no reason the famed superhero should know who he was ----- at least not straight off the bat. she was so great at lying ! ☞ it’s me : queen bee , the one ladybug herself calls to for help ! you’re totally in safe hands now. ☜
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r e v i v a l
The King comes to with a pounding headache, his mouth dry and his chest aching in a strange way. His last memories, the Vagabond rising to the throne for the second time- the other 5 of them bending knee to another cycle of chaos, familiar and as it was meant to be. Then, a upheaval from outside the edge of their homes- animals crying out in fear, a blackness consuming all in it’s path-
He can remember no more. The ache is unfamiliar, not like the pang of respawn after a violent death, not like the ache of happiness.
It is grief. The room is dark, cold, unfamiliar, belonging to someone else entirely. Loss. The King tries to stand from the cot only to crumple to his knees on the floor with an anguished cry as he feels the death of his world. He can no longer feel the bonds between him and his Warrior, his Fool, his Vagabond, his Builder, his Rose and the ache in his chest twists and twists into a tight knot of sorrow and anger and helplessness.
He remembers.
I gotta make verse stuff for post game, and my prime minister verse soon :^)