#dweomerr

@dweomerr / lei: ❛  oh, i'm nobody. nobody at all. just pretend you never saw me.  ❜

light chuckling slowly turned into a burst of almost manic laughter before he cleared his throat, an amused but irritated look in his eyes as he leaned forward. ❝ don't tell me what to do! ❞ buggy snapped. ❝ NOW! why would i just pretend i didn't see you, huh? not trying to steal from me, are you? BECAUSE I WILL KILL YOU!❞ a big grin spread across his face, the red paint only making the grin look larger than it was.

❝ unless, ❞ the clown raised his brows, ❝ you have something for me. trying to be sneaky about tribute? got any flashy gold with you? gems? treasure? ❞ his irritation was subsided by the idea of gold, though he was still suspicious of the intruder.

The Emerald Grove had become Lark's temporary home while she worked with her companions to evict the Goblins from the temple. While she was making progress, it would take a little bit of time. Fortunately for the Tieflings that sought shelter in the Grove, Lark managed to convince the druids to cease their ritual and allow them to stay. Lark strolled through the Grove, her copper brown waves were draped over her shoulders, and down her back and they bounced with every step she took. She was on a mission, and that was to have her blade repaired. She sought Dammon and found him at his anvil. " Well met, Dammon, good morning." She greeted politely as she stepped up into his forge. " Do you have a moment, I'm afraid I'm in desperate need of repair. "

"Aw, dammit."

Twain looks behind him to the already-mostly-faded outline of the doorway he'd stepped through, knowing fully well it's going to be a while before he figures out how to summon another doorway to get out of whatever world he's found himself in this time. Most people would probably see it as a fun thing to get caught up in, this whole universe-hopping business, but using the archives to travel like this mostly happens due to a lack of focus.

And if nothing else, Twain's an unfortunately unfocused son of a bitch.

After lamenting his misfortune privately to himself for a few seconds, he turns his attention to the person he's been neglecting to address. Just based on their appearance, Twain pinpoints his location to some kind of fantasy world, but he's not really sure which one---or if he's read about it at all.

There was only one clear, concise, prevalent thought in his mind the moment the flames hit.

It was of Wade. It was his fear for the younger man, the weight of his failure in being unable to protect him - the sadness that came with the loss of a loved one's life and not even a sparing thought to his own. And then it was just darkness.

Consciousness comes to him so slowly. There's so much noise and confusion in the air that he's not able to orient himself properly. He can feel pain, searing hot pain licking away at his skin - but he's unable to make a single sound.

The one troubling thought in his mind is that he's alive. And if he's alive, then maybe --

"Wade!" The name tears free from his throat before he can even stop it, eyes shooting open with the power of adrenaline and pure determination. Everything is a blur and his chest feels like it's still on fire, but he can make out the silhouette of someone hovering over him. A weak, shaky hand reaches out to touch their face and Tyler cries out involuntarily in pain. Everything hurts and he can hardly keep his breath but he has to know--

✈️ — ever traveled anywhere interesting?

i love to travel! i'm fortunate my job gets me traveling sometimes so last year i actually went to Japan, South Korea, Singapore, the Philippines and Indonesia which was so very cool!!! i'm also Salvadoran so El Salvador because that was my first experience at a black sand beach when i was a kid and i was blooooown away

🖊 — any tattoos?

NO but i want one very badly!!! i just lose interests so fast that idk what i would get

😊 — any career desires?

whatever gets me traveling more 😭 truthfully i'm looking for a career change maybe next year! been taking some coding courses that have been kicking my ass 😎👍

🎧 — do you write while listening to music/podcasts/videos/etc, or do you need total silence?