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“i don’t know.” the others question going over and over in her mind for a moment. maybe dreams did, some people believed in that and yet others saw dreams as a manifestation of the emotions they were feeling the night before. “i mean they could do, people say that they are some form of manifestation or things like that.” a small shrug of her shoulders. “why, you been having some weird dreams lately?”

"Tal." Finn whispered looking up the witch. The heretic sat up. "It takes a while for me to be okay." Finn said. "I still have nightmares about the coffin. It's so enclosing and clutching." Finn looked at her. "Know your feelings are valid. Whatever is bothering you, I will make sure you will never be hurt as long as I'm here." Finn said before kissing her forehead.

“i may have gone a little overboard.” she murmured, eyes looking around at the greenery that had been spread around the living area. sometimes, her good mood made her go a little overboard. “i can clear this up.. but I thought we needed a bit more green in here, seemed a little dull.”

but sometimes it felt like that, sometimes it felt like the weight on her shoulders and that she didn’t want those she loved and cared for to get hurt. a pause for a moment as she sucked in a deep breath. “i know.” the fae murmured softly. “it’s just that i don’t want anyone to get hurt and letting people in can cause that.”

Lysander was dressed for the occassion. He just wanted to try the authentic steakhouse. The fairy heard they get the cows fresh. Meat fresher than Taco Bell, Lysander was thrilled to come in. Lysander adjusted his bolo tie feeling extra fancy. Lysander was in his groovy mood, when he saw himself in the glass. WHen the waiter told him if someone could join him. the fairy didn't think much of it. There was a change in his expression when he saw her. There was a look of surprise.

"Hello."

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Rosalind was at the church playing the organ. She volunteered once a week to do as much, as she can no longer be a nun. Her fingers felt comfortable as she continued playing. She wasn't there at the gala, but she felt the sadness in the town. So she does what she does best and serve the parrish. She continued to play until she noticed a figure by the doorway. The banshee stopped and walked towards the other.

"Welcome welcome come in."

Finn was hanging around the town square enjoying the wind in his wig. He picked up the recorder to play out of boredom. The psychic began to play. He began to feel at peace. The polictics of his situation faded. For a few minutes, Finn could simply be himself. There was a small sigh when he felt a pair of eyes on him. There was a blush on his face.

"Was I distrubing you?" He asked softly. There was a bow of his head. "I can stop playing if you like?" he offered, even if it meant his own sadness.

“the doors always open.”he spoke, he had always had his hike door open for anyone in need, maybe a little unorthodox but he had always wanted to help others. it seemed like it had be well and truly used the last day. “but I just need five minutes before dealing with another injury.” he needed a strong coffee as of right now.