#red-eclipse

Cucumber's starry cloak lit up slightly at the news, though it remained a pale gray. She's getting better.. That's relieving. Despite this, he was still heavy with guilt. He should've been more careful, more aware of his situation and what he exactly is. He should've known better. Blossom almost paid the consequences for his own irresponsibility.

Now.. Their time is short. The heroes are making their way to Caketown Castle. He hopes that they want peace. He really does. If he can't do it, then the dread of his heart will build up. With everything he's learned about what spell he cast and the wand he used.. It scares him to his core.

.☘︎˖— “ My dad is in nerve meds for this stuff, for when it's really bad. I dunno if they'd work for you but it may be good to look into it…” ݁

The jackals ears softly twitch twords the little girls voice, and its like a switch is flipped- his expression softens and turns so kind and gentle. As opposed to the resting bitch face given to adults. Listening intently to her words, a soft sigh leaves him as he softly reached out, and very gently, he takes the sleeve offered to him with a gentle smile and warm hum.

“Oh sweetheart, aren’t you just so kind.. thank you, kiddo. It looks lovely. Ill do my best to keep it in good condition.” The jackal doesnt talk to her like shes a clueless child, but just… very slow, kind, and low toned. A motherly sort of tone. Kids always hit that soft spot that triggered his instincts to parent and love. (He blamed his mother for it, but it was never something he complained about.)

Has been hearing the talk about insulting people with lost limbs.

Hes going to stay silent and just sit on his bed while holding the stump of what remains of his arm.

Phantom pains aren’t fun. He can tell you that much. Especially when you still live with the same person that took that same limb.

"Okay.." Cucumber gives Blossom her hand, his emerald eyes full of worry. Surely, there's something on his hands that caused.. that. It couldn't be caused by his own touch, right? He was able to hold flowers before, hasn't he?

Yet when he looks at his hand held by his friend, there's.. nothing. No poison or anything that could've caused the flower's demise, all it was is his hand.

But.. Why?? Was the Nightmare Knight like this? What about.. before? When he lost his eye? Is that why it came back? Nevertheless, he feels nervous about this. Plants die under his touch.

"Blossom, Archie, don't worry! We're okay! Some stray wyvern knocked into the relay at the top of the lighthouse." Aeolus adjusts his monitor as he sends out the update. "High winds prevented me from flying up there but lucky for us...we have Nine."

"Still took several days and the time fluctuation is anyone's guess before we got it aligned again...."

"I-I'd be fine with that.." He shoots a smile, trying to show his appreciation at the tall bee. He seems nice! Not as terrifying as other people he knows!

"Huh... I've met a couple version of the other me. But... THAT'S a first." The little paleozoologist pushes her antenna back up while watching the newest addition to her list of alternates. "Are those...tusks? Is that something soldier bees have or...?"

"Charmette, honey... You have hypnotic mist, venom potent enough to land an elephant in the hospital, AND a mind that can rival any Robotnik." Espia chuckles lightly as she watches her daughter. "I think in terms of odd alternates you're the unique one dear. Also I think those are mandibles."

"Oh yeah... I always forget I'm the outlier. Uh, anyway..."

"Hey Charmy!

Was that an offer for the tea?! Share. Now. I live for it!" She doesn't have much to spice up her day right now so...might as well be here for the tea.