#obsidivns

“WHAT DO WE DO NOW?” the justicar asks, simply staring as she had been for the past few days. after finding out, she had just... she had not been able to wrestle with this...this FEELING.

“I’VE BEEN MAKING EVERYONE MUFFINS,” lucia remarks, marching up to llyr’s place and thrusting the large basket of muffins towards him. her eyes were red. she had been crying. so much had happened in just the past few days.

“OKAY OKAY... FUNNIEST STORY FROM YOUR TRAVELS,” lief demands, a small smile playing on his lips as he listens to the pirate recount their travels.

“WELL, SHIT.” aloysius sat on the side of the road, looking down at his fancy clothes that were getting less fancy as the days went on. he would have to swipe something from some of the more derelict mansions around. they might even have some gold tucked away in places the looters hadn’t checked yet.

“AREN’T THE GODS SUPPOSED TO PROTECT US NOT KILL US?” trevor asked as he sat with his brother in his estate. he sat on the fancy furniture like a true lgbt, legs propped over the arm as he relaxed.

the justicar stared across the way at the other justicar. she had heard of mirza khan from those at the temple. he was... quite extreme, according to the higher ups. she placed a dainty hand on sigrid’s arm and informed her of where she was headed before walking over to mirza and standing in front of him.

“DIVINES, BROTHER. YOU LOOK STRESSED. HERE HAVE SOME WINE.” trevor is quick to pass two wine glasses towards his brother. “YOU NEED TWO.”

the escura could not sleep. he hadn’t been able to sleep since the final battle. his eyebags had eyebags at this point. so he did what he normally did when he could not sleep, and he went to mirza.

surely the man had a job for him. something to do.

“MIRZA?” faust called, pushing his hood from his head to let his curls cover most of his face. he looked like a mess, beard messy and unkempt.