#gallowsgrove

every time I See Death i think "THAT'S ME" but then I realize....IT ISN'T ME JNKDFKNJDKJNDSFKJNDSKNJ

THAT ASIDE I LOVE YOUR COSPLAY

OMFG DON’T LET UR DREAMS BE DREAMS. COSPLAY DEATH. B E C O M E D E A T H <3

A letter would arrive on the Prince’s windowsill by crow. The parchment grey, leathery-- and the ink upon which it was written seeming more to have been CUT into it in the hag’s wicked cursive than written atop it.

‘ I would request your presence in my tower. There is something that I feel we must discuss.

OOC: I hope this is ok. ;A; It got a bit out of hand. Tell me if I need to change anything!!!!

Leon rather liked New York City. Which was a good thing because he’s been near stationary in the middle of the city for the past 4 hours waiting in line at the Dominique Ansel Bakery for a box of cronuts. He was tired to say the least, having been up since 4 AM in the morning in order to get to the bakery before the bulk of the crowd. Even then however, 4 hours. 4 hours of standing in the street for a box of pastries that wasn’t even for himself. Not really, no matter how much his friends said he needed to try them and it was all ‘for your sake’.

By the time he walked out of the Bakery with a box of Cronuts and a much needed large coffee, his only desire was to lay down on a bench and take a nice, long nap. Unfortunately, he had a study session to get to, hence the caffeine and owed snacks. He glanced at his watch as he wove through the crowd, debating whether to take the subway or hail a taxi to the designated meeting spot, when he suddenly realized that he wasn’t in New York anymore. Leon’s pace slowed to a stop, a bit stunned that he hadn’t felt the transition between worlds, perhaps due to a dire lack of sleep.

He blinked blearily, eyes adjusting to the sudden darkness and cursing every single choice that led up to this moment (in English of course). When he was able to see again, he realized that he was in a rather large graveyard, filled with red mist roiling through the hills. In the distance, he could make out the silhouette of a fortress, illuminated by the barest amount of starlight. Well then, this was unexpected. After all, it’s not every day one gets teleported to an Aresh-Hav land.

Leon could only marvel at his ‘luck’ (there was no doubt that his status within the manual was now [On Errantry]) as he took a sip of his coffee. He could only hope that time ran differently in this universe or the Powers had taken out a timeshare for him because he had a test in three days that he’d rather not miss (if he did, he was about to have some rather stern words with Mike). Power himself he may be, he still had a human life to take care of. Still, there wasn’t much he could do about this now. Even if he wanted to shirk his duties, he’d still have to find an active worldgate.

So he primed his shielding spell and started walking, box of cronuts and coffee still in hand, mind as vigilant as it can be under his fatigue with adrenaline and now some caffeine thrown in. He had to hand it to the bakery, they made a great cup of coffee.

As he walked through the silent rows of tombstones, taking the occasional sip of coffee, he couldn’t help but feel something was fucking with him.  The closer he moved towards the fortress, the thicker the mist seemed to get, until said fortress was no longer visible through what could now be categorized as a fog. He could only hope that he was still moving in the right direction as he trudged on, trying not to trip on any unseen gravestones.

Leon almost did trip when he suddenly felt something tugging at his boot. He looked down to see what looked like a tiny skeleton sprouting out of the ground, trying to keep him in place with its tiny hands. He sighed, annoyance evident in his face as he shook the skeleton off and crushed it beneath his feet, grinding it down to shards and powder.

Annoying.

That was when the creature hiding in the mist decided to strike. Leon reflexively threw his half full coffee cup at the creature’s face, startling it long enough for him to yell out the last word of his shielding spell. Safe for the moment, Leon carefully tucked the precious box of pastries into his otherworld pocket as the creature threw itself against his shield. He looked back at the grotesque thing, sneering slightly.

Annoying.

“Perhaps we can negotiate?” He said in the Speech, fighting the desire to simply blast the thing into nonexistence. It wasn’t seemly for a wizard. The creature on the other hand, didn’t falter in its attacks, throwing itself against the shield more and more violently by the moment.

Well, he tried.

Leon spoke another word in the Speech, pointing at the creature. As he did so, the creature exploded, its cell membranes dissolved. That seemed to prompt something in the world around him, the mist suddenly dissolving and revealing that he was surrounded a small army of the things.

Now he was truly aggravated. He had, in the goodness of his heart, agreed to wake up before the crack of dawn and wait in a 4 hour line to grab some goddamn pastries and this is how the universe repaid him? Fuck this. Leon grabbed his sword and drew it.

With that, the world was on fire. Well, just the graveyard, with the creatures and the very earth itself as the fuel. Watching the creatures that weren’t burning shield themselves from the light, He let out a sadistic grin. The fire would catch up to them soon enough. Muttering a few words, He solidified the nearby air into a set of stairs that led up to a ledge a good 20 feet above the inferno. He continued to smile as he ascended from the all-consuming flames, flicking away any of the creatures that tried to follow him with a wave of his hand.

Conflict averted, Leon sat down, legs dangling over the ledge as he dissolved the stairs. He simply sat there for a moment, basking in the warmth of the too bright flames and reveling in the destruction he caused. He really shouldn’t be, but the land was very likely doomed anyways, as most Aresh-Hav places were. Once all the creatures were either burning or had fled out of sight, he reversed the spell with a wave of his hand and a spoken Word. T fire on the ground was quickly snuffed, finding themselves suddenly out of fuel. This left a few pyres where the mysterious creatures were still burning, mostly concentrated under him as they couldn’t avoid the epicenter of the flames.

He sheathed his sword, deciding to simply rest for a moment, rifling through his dimensional pocket and taking out the box of cronuts. He grabbed one for himself, sating his hunger as the dying fire below illuminated him in its ghastly glow.

you’re like……….a foot tall :’)

!! beautiful. look at him. :')

       “ ------- i will carry your broken body like a bride . . . “

                                     & there was a pause , a hold of her breath as she squirmed .

      “ stop it . . . “

    ----- she recalls the hellish nightmares she had seen due to his abilities & she feared seeing them again .

       A PATHETIC WHINE ESCAPED HER , HE WAS CRUSHING HER TO PIECES .    her arms moved to secure themselves around him . a slight push given as a sign for him to loosen his grip before she hissed into his curling body .

“Why, they were haphazardly strewn around your Girlfriend Tower. I went to deliver your dinner personally as you requested. When I arrived however you had left with the exception of those rather detailed images. I shall instead ignore them. Forgive my insolence.”