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He knew too well how it was like to be forgotten, many times over, whether it be him now, or even….as his other half. It was always so painful, and surely it was as well for Lucidia and Lost.

Now this was something he was used to from the child, a welcoming comeback after what had happened to him. Losing memories was something that the skeleton hated to see, especially since he knew of it first hand.

Horrific Headcanons

♱ - What do they think awaits them after death?

Asking Stray directly; he would probably say nothing.  However, he does entertain the idea that life is a cycle, he came from the Void from his earliest memories, and he half expects that he’s going to end up there when he draws his last breath.  After that, he might become something else; but as far as he is concerned, it isn’t him anymore.

¿ - Are they easily frightened?

Detailed Headcanons

Frog: Does your muse make any strange noises? Or do they do anything relatively strange with their mouth unknowingly?

Does speaking in Wingdings count?  Stray is also makes sounds that a dog makes.  He can and may: yip, bay, growl, bark, whine, and howl (sounds like that).  Hissing and ‘whirring’ sounds are also common when he is displeased.  However, he tries to keep it on the low when he’s a human skeleton.  One is still able to get him to make those noises if they catch him unaware or if he’s experiencing a strong emotion.

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Taking that tonic three times a day really wasn’t her favorite thing, but it did seem to be helping with her magic, so much so, that the coughing fits she had weren’t that bad. But she still had to rest, and in nowhere near good enough condition to return to the Void. So, she was sitting there, sipping her tea and writing something. It was something she could do, at least.

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Hazard had yet to move from his spot in the chair, silent within the darkened room he claimed for himself. Normally, the skeleton feared the dark due to his little trip to the Depths before, but for now, he seemed to get a quiet comfort from it, leaning forward in his seat with his head in his hands.

The only light within the room was the soft, lavender glowing coming from his good eye socket, a different color than Hazard normally would have. It was within the silence, though, that he slowly lifted his head swearing he heard footsteps. Was it..