#borngrowwither

It wasn't fair. They were supposed to be the fearless haetae for Mystic Flour. And because of them, she'd shed jam. It wasn't fair. It was horrible seeing her in such a state. Weary as she collapsed onto the bed... Some guardian they were... Ears only drooped as their master continued to rest in tranquility.

There was a whine as their claws scraped against the floor.

Their master needed rest. And they.... They...

...

That whine turned into a growl as the haetae burst into their true form and ran out of the room. With the distinguishable scents of all the beasts in the air, it wouldn't be hard finding the right one. And following the trail of spices in the corridors, they would finally find Burning Spice.

protective  sentence  starters - Accepting

@born-grow-wither

“  i  thought  they’d  killed  you  so  i  lost  my  temper.  ” (mfc again. but make it prisoner of darkness verse.)

“I would not blame you for believing in that.” Mystic Flour spoke quietly, leaning against him, as her grip was weak against him. The relief washed over her; not caring how her hair was matted and messy… 

Not caring that her eyes were heavy with dark marking…  Not caring that her dough was cracked in various places…  Not caring that the mask she always put on to appear apathetic to everything had completely slipped away to reveal the tiredness beneath the prophet.

The beast was simply happy that the other was with her….. …….. …… … How long has it been…?

She had lost count of the days when the meeting took place and… When she and the little haetae threw themselves to the darkness and abyss to ensure that the other beasts…. Their servants… Her friends… Burning Spice. To escape from the hotel that was meant to serve their prison.

Her power strip away… Enough to be still useful but enough to be vulnerable. …Which didn’t matter to the Beast….

What mattered was keeping the little haetae’s safety which they used against her to make her remain loyal… 

To become enemies against the others…To be forced to serve the darkness against her will…

If she didn’t listen; they would hurt them. They hide them where she couldn’t find them. And it torn at her being unable to find them.

“There was a part of me that wondered if death would be far kinder than the fate handed out to me…” She mumbled quietly; tears pricked at her eyes.

“... At least until now…Now that you’re here and that I know this is real…" She paused for a moment, shuffling so that she could look at Burning Spice's eyes, as she took a deep breath.

HEY,  HEY,  HEY!  YOU  TRY  EATING  WITH  SLEEVES  BIGGER  THAN  YOUR  HEAD!  THE  LAST  TIME  I  HAD  A  WARDROBE  MALFUNCTION,  CANDY  APPLE  OOOH  SO  HEEELPFULLY  TRIED  TO  HAND  WASH  IT  AND  BESTOWED  UPON  YOURS  TRULY  A  CLOWN  SUIT  MEANT FOR  SINGLE CELLED ORGANISMS  —  AND  I  AM  NOT!  RISKING!  THAT  AGAIN! THIS  OUTFIT  IS  DRY  CLEAN  ONLY! 

@born-grow-wither:

Ratgrabs him from behind.

"ROOM SERVICE."

He's been yoinked up from the floor by a big strong hand. His feet dangle with Shadow Milk left in surprise. What did he do? Or at least been blamed for?

@born-grow-wither -

“ You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to pin you against this wall. ” (but it's a sfw sparring match because tbh he's kind of just like this.) sensual starters

Sidestepping away from that parashu, Burning Spice dodging her spear. He may have thought this just a game, but given the intensity of their prior confrontations, Golden Cheese had since taken up a more volatile approach in her offenses. Before she'd withheld the damage she could inflict- choosing to limit casualties best possible. Before... it was very rare for her full strength to be known. Or for limits to break.

However, it such fury did not stop her from taking into account of her actions and what went on around in the fight. She had grown.

But then her beast's blade flew with an uppercut. A well placed strike unaccounted for by her hand that resulted in her spear to fly from her hand. And now weaponless, she felt a hand grab and shove her harshly against a wall.

This wall...

She craned her head back as her wings struggled and flapped against the mural of the Destroyer.

Mystic Flour trailed behind Burning Spice after the latter spoke to her about wanting to show her something when they were done sparring for the day which the prophet agreed to even if she didn’t know what the Beast of Destruction wanted to show her and refused to answer any of her questions

Soon they arrived in a temple room which was pitch black which didn’t last long as the beast slammed the.Parashu, lighting the room up, to reveal various weapons which caused the Beast of Apathy’s eyes to widen slightly.

The Fount was excited to learn what new inventions and breakthroughs Herald had developed, as well as hearing of the changing of the recent kingdoms making strides- forward or in regression otherwise. He'd even restocked his ink supply, acquired various paints to picture the details he would be told.

The Knowledgeable Virtue was practically twinkling at really just the thought of spending time with his friend again. So much so he even flew off to meet the Herald halfway, arriving atop his keystaff.