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      Oooh..was this one perhaps an ice demon varient as well? A strange looking one indeed. Though he seems to “shine” like one. Then again, the young devil pretty much assumes anything that didn’t look too human were a form of devils or angels, having not learned of anything else besides that.

if there’s any consolation to this tragic story, at least rouxls is proud

     Today has, in Lancer’s mind, been quite a disaster.     Now, it is not one thing, for that would be far too     simple to pinpoint. Sometimes, one just wakes up,      feeling as if the weight of the world is resting upon     their singular form, crushing them with all the melan-     choly of every being to ever exist. Today is such a     day for Lancer, and it is enough to suppress his      natural excitement about life, causing a weariness     that is far beyond his age to hang about his small      form like a blanket.

    (It does not help that, once again Lancer has been      brushed aside by his father. All he wants is to make      his father proud, make him happy, to be enough.     It seems that this goal is too far out of reach. A      disappointment: that is what he feels like. A burden.     He is not a good son. Too soft. Too kind.)

     Generally, the halls are filled with excitement of     some sort: Lancer is hard to miss when he is home,     a bundle of seemingly boundless energy and excite-     ment, always up to some mischief, so it is easy to tell      where he is. Now, however, he has confined himself to      his bedroom, blanket draped about himself as he sits      on the floor, turning a plush toy over and over and over     in his hands. 

     He does not look up when the door is opened. 

     It is not until Rouxls is crouching beside him, arms open     for an embrace, that Lancer looks up. There is no hesitation     as the boy all but throws himself at Rouxls, plush toy for-     gotten as arms wrap around his ‘lesser dad’, face buried     in Rouxls’ shoulder. 

   * Today is bad.

     This is mumbled, tone tired, voice childlike, as Lancer resists      the urge to cry. (The hug, though, helps a fair bit –– more than      Lancer thought it would, really. The affection, the reminder      that he is cared about –– well, it does his little heart good.)

      “My my. What an unfamiliar face we have today!” The spider monster says with her trademark mischievous smirk. “I don’t believe we’ve been introduced at all my dear. I’m MUFFET. Local spider enthusiast. Determined to keep spiders as safe as possible!” 

I LOVE FUSIONS . @rxlskrd . ACCEPTING ( but no promises )