#sixersigned

but now? meowth was crawling all over those strewn about papers, knocking over bottles of ink, leaving black speckled pawprints in it's wake. quite possibly, the worst case scenario.

"jeez sixer, i dunno what's gotten into him. he gets one look at all your research junk and he just--" he's quickly cut off with a yelp as the meowth's claws meet with the back of his hand. "oh THAT'S IT! when i get my hands on you, you're stayin' in that ball INDEFINITELY."

❛  it was a foolish idea to come here alone.  ❜ / holds out reverse falls ford... persnaps

"So are you. It's not. . .necessarily dangerous. Odd, sure, but dangerous? I just came out to explore the town a little bit." Of course, her own curiosities over some of the rumors and wounds on people she's seen before might have been enough fuel to bring her out towards the forest, through a cave and to well. . .this other portion of the forest.

❝ i am eternally yours. until the stars go out. and maybe, even after that. ❞ / for bill. pre portal ford is a sap. 😔

There’s initially a silence from the entity at the words, yellowed gaze flickering over him before there’s a sharp sound that escapes from him - a laughter that roars louder than the cosmos around them, a hand reaching up to simply pluck at a star within the dreamscape, gazing over it in his hands. There’s no warmth that radiates off it, the mere flickering of light a favored view for him.

“WELL, AREN’T YOU SOMETHIN’ SIXER? WHATS NEXT, YOU GONNA WRITE ME A SONNET?”

Well, now he’s ever so curious just how tightly wound this human is around his finger!

mabel gleeful is one girl that has never been one to question her own drive for something that she wants. the amulet in her hair is glowing its steady blue as she steps to ford's office, knocking with all intent and purposes. a soft, almost amused smile pulls at her lips. power had a way of drawing her in, an irresistible pull she’d learned to embrace over the years.

she doesn’t wait for an answer before pushing the door open, eyes scanning the room. the dim light dances off the shelves lined with old tomes, strange relics, and things her own twin brother would be too smug to appreciate properly. mabel’s fingers brush against the door frame as she steps inside, her smile curling into something far too knowing for a girl her age.

"great uncle stanford," she started, her voice smooth yet cutting the area a bit too harshly as she looked around his office, "you've always been the smartest, haven’t you? the one who really understands how this world works, how to bend it to your will."

mabel leaned against his desk, tilting her head as the blue glow from her amulet illuminated her face in the dim light of his study. "mason thinks he’s untouchable with the magic he’s been collecting, but… i see through him. he’s not the only one in this family with potential. i’m tired of being in his shadow. . . honestly and truly. it's sad to see how he thinks he's so important! "

her eyes meet ford’s, unblinking, unrelenting. “i want to learn from you. i want more.” there’s a pause, her voice dropping lower, darker. “i want what he can’t even dream of. i’m ready to be your apprentice, to have the power i deserve.” her gaze hardens, the amulet’s glow pulsing in sync with her words. “mason? he’s soft. always has been. but i’m willing to go as far as it takes.”

“&– - This chaos, this calamity. This garden once was perfect.” // @sixersigned liked for a lyrical starter