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@mnstrss​ for Sawyer (I’m assuming?) for a time at home

When it came to places to just chill, Milo always had the ultimate card to play. Sawyer would be permitted a little bit of time, well as much as time mattered here. It was the mortal decay that made Milo work on personal wards for them. Demons of all sorts could still die, and in the personal pocket realm of death, no amount of willing it to not act wayward magics on a soul would stop it.

The reaper hummed, glancing at Sawyer to make sure they were following along. “Most people don’t get to visit, so I don’t have the precise amount of furniture to accommodate guests… but that’s really what the garden is for.”

If that wasn’t to Sawyer’s liking, then it was only proper to continue this little date in Milo’s cottage. The aesthetic Sawyer often carried with them would be absolutely perfect for the occasion.

Faith vc: Be Fae, do crimes. *Pushing Amira towards Norah's office*

((Susanne with Miranda normally: I sure do love and deeply appreciate my friend Miranda! Who is certainly not the terrifying cryptid I saw outside my tent last night! Susanne when Miranda goes creachur: WHO IS THIS TERRIFYING CRYPTID THAT HAUNTS MY WAKING NIGHTS?? PS. I'm so sorry Miranda gjkhkjdgh))

(( Miranda, just dumbass enough to think that Susanne is talking about a totally different cryptid who was lurking outside of her tent on the same night and who definitely almost got hit by lightning: Oh no, that sounds awful!!! If you would like, I could remain by your tent to make sure it stays away and you are kept safe! :)

@mnstrss​ said:

The constant forward march of time ever moving towards an unknown future with the past becoming only memories to look back on.

FEARS || Accepting

“...” Brian could barely muster the courage to even say anything, that one just hit the nail right on the head. In fact, that was Brian’s biggest fears.  The uncertainty of the future, the idea that he might just fall apart whereas everyone is thriving without him... the idea alone was enough to sour Brian’s mood in a snap.

He usually likes to keep it on the back of his mind and just think of anything else, so... whenever is brought up, the male isn’t sure on how to deal with it. “Ten...”

Sawyer vc: GET IT BRIAN!

@mnstrss​ inquired:  "Hey, Miranda." Sawyer put their hand on Miri's shoulder to get her attention. Then wrap her in a big full body and wing hug before, letting her go so they can step back again. They hold out a stuffed toy of a pink shark holding a red heart in its mouth with the words 'I appre-sea-te you!' written on it in white cursive. "Happy Valentine's day. I got you this cause I was worried you might be homesick and it's you know, Valentine's. If you want I was hoping to play some songs for you later too."

      Hardly a chitter has the chance to escape her mouth before the princess is swept up into the hug, with fluffed fins poking out over their wings. Under their grasp, she’s just as light, as small as she looks, the not-warm of a reptile that maybe needed to bask a little - but oh, even with the slide of her clothes against the scales that cover her body below, her arms wrap around Sawyer in warmth, in a bright affection. Under the touch she even wiggles a bit, tiny movements that can be felt in the back-and-forth of her spine, so far from a mammalian spine and its familiar ridges. An uncanny, stranger beauty, differences that speak of the sea and the entirely different world, just as much as the bright, vivid trill that she makes once they step back and hold out the pink shark.

      “You didn’t have to --- !!!!” Oh, but even through her modesty, there’s no hiding that excitement. Compared to what she’s used to, the plushie is cheap, with no gold, no jewels, no fine silk --- but oh, oh it is priceless all the more for it! For how squishy it is as she wraps it up into a hug, as she chitters and chirrups in giggling delight as the pun turns over and over in her head, how she tucks it underneath her chin to feel the softness against the few patches of her body that can feel textures in much detail.

@mnstrss​ inquired:  "Would you like to talk about it?" From Sawyer Talking About Trauma - Accepting

      “No.” Well. It wasn’t a lie, exactly, and really that was the most anyone could ask out of Miranda about the topic. A firm, curt no.

      It didn’t matter how much it ached under her ribcage, hurt and pushed in the spreading, slow hurt that took her breath and left it in purple bruises that never knew when to stop stabbing through her. How much sat on her consciousness, heavy, labored with secrets that she could not share, lest her life be put on the line next. Her body felt old. She was young, very young, by merfolk standards, but already she felt so old, stiff in the joints where the land hated her body for what she was truly made for, and burdened with so much seen, so much done, so much that she had to live through and was just expected to keep going. Every year like its own, miniature eternity.

      The letter was flipped over before Sawyer could see who it was from, held close to Miranda’s chest so that she could exhale and try to preserve this place, this place so far away from home, that she could feel herself. Not handed an empire and expected to support the weight of it on her back. Not as a burden of a title that never fit right, no matter how much she was told it did, by others or by herself, trying to make it fit. To just be for once, and to have her guard lower, and to know the taste and joys of a different life beyond these things.

      “It shall be fine! I promise.” Trying to wave off the issue didn’t really help or work, but... What else did she have? What other pawns could she move to keep the poison of thousands of years from infecting this small paradise? “It is just... business, back home. That is all.”