“You know I’m not going to just abandon you. Talk to me! What’s going on, Arthur? Let me help you!”

She walked towards him, hands held out beseechingly. She moved slowly as though afraid to startle him.

Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

Luna paused at the new face, or… claw. Seeing as that was the only part of the figure she saw. Her golden eyes slightly squinting into the dark with a weary yet unwavering expression. Can’t judge a book by its cover, but doesn't mean she has to fully trust it either. 

“My childhood friend,” part of her paranoia didn’t want to say a name but she was ‘under contract’ by the honesty spell. “Vivi…We became friends at a very young age. Eventually, when I returned to town to live here. We reconnected and started researching the paranormal together. Getting into trouble… typical kids meddling into things we really shouldn’t have.” 

((So happy to be back, honestly!

“His name is Barbas...” Arthur said as he quickly moved to wrap his arm around Lewis and pulled him back. “He’s the asshole who’s been in my head... Don’t be fooled. He looks harmless...but he’s the demon who...you know...”

The other figure gave Lewis a sickeningly sweet smile, his glowing green eyes dilating as he looked to Clockwork. He moved a little closer, his hand coming out in a calm way, as if to shake his hand.

“My my... The prey that somehow got away...” He cooed and smirked a little. “If I’d been able to devour your soul...well, this meeting would not have been possible.”

His voice was sweet in tone, his face seemingly friendly, but a much darker intent laid behind those eyes.

It was odd, a soft tingling sensation running up his body and making him shudder softly. He felt like a flame went through his very core, making him stand up a little straighter. Whatever strange magic went through him washed over him quickly, before vanishing altogether.

He blinked softly and looked over his body, expecting something to have changed. His black wings were still there, shimmering nicely in the dark, and his skin was still the sickly shade he seemed to always wear.

One glance in the mirror though, and he found his eyes had shifted from green to a beautiful shade of gold. This wasn’t too bad. He shifted around slowly to check his clothes, when he suddenly realized something truly was missing.

The voice in his head had vanished.

“What in the...?” He asked softly, before he turned at the sound of feet rustling. When had another person gotten this close? What were they doing? He didn’t want to scare him.

His gaze turned around, his eyes locking on a figure his brain said shouldn’t be there. He recognized the orange vest, the fair skin with freckles, and the bright blonde hair instantly.

How could he not, it was his fucking face!

“I don’t know what you did, but you better fix it now,” His form, the other Arthur’s mouth said with a hiss. It was now that he realized that those eyes that were supposed to be golden, were a sickly shade of green.

He saw an angry expression appear on the face of the other him, and it made him grit his teeth.

“You... I don’t owe you anything!” He said angrily and pushed him back.

How ironic, they both got what they wanted. Arthur’s tormentor was no longer in his head, while his tormentor had a body that he could control. That was what they wished for, but neither was really happy with it.

@threeskulls

The day had started out so nice. Then sun was shining, the birds were singing, he managed to catch a lot of fish for lunch to eat, and he had a nice fire going for him. He had made the mistake of wondering what could possibly go wrong today. Oh what a terrible mistake, because a lot of his cheerful mood went away as storm clouds formed overhead.

He had yet to make a shelter for himself, and by the time he noticed the change in the weather it was too late. So instead, he ducked his head down, and started moving to find shelter.

One would ask why he was out in the wilderness like this, when it would be easier to go into the nearest town with this turn of events. However, he had some obstacles blocking his path, mostly in the form of blackened skin that resembled charcoal, large bat-like wings that were currently folded on his back, razor sharp teeth and clothes, and glowing gold eyes.