#timaeuscreamsicle

⇒ Callie: Wake Up You’ve been knocked out for both what feels like ages and yet barely twenty minutes all at the same time. Temporal shenanigans were really doing a number on this timeline, it seemed. While unconscious the Rogue of Mind, Beatrice, had created a mental channel for you and Davara to work things out. She even brought Calandra, the Sylph of Rage, into your mental channel to try and emotionally steady you both. You were even privy to a little information on what had been going on, apparently Davesprite- Grey, had punched a Star and was really wailing on Lady Engl1sh! You’re almost sad you’ve missed that, but it’d probably have given you a heart attack to watch. You were ready. You’ve been waiting to wake up, figuring it would take until the Maid of Breath, Floretta, had completely healed you both to do so. So it came as a surprise when quite abruptly Beatrice forces you both to wake up. You sit up too quickly, wincing and immediately reaching out to Davara who was next to you. There’s a splitting pain still in the back of your head but it was nothing compared to what it had been just before you blacked out. There’s a ringing in your ears so loud you swear it’ll make you deaf if it continues. The first clear image you gather is of your moirail, their poor horn, and you grab for their hand. Pulling both of you up you finally look around. Look around to see why everyone was staring… why… why there was such a loud ringing in your ears. It was screaming. It was- ⇒ Show Time No. No no. Nope. No this wasn’t happening. You’re still loopy from the head injury. You’re not seeing things correctly. He punched a star. He lived. He’s going to be okay. He’s just getting the shit beat out of him. Nope nope nope. Aradia Pixies exists. No, nope, focus. Breath, focus. Davara. Focus. Dance. Focus. You still have an iron grip on Davara’s hand, and you turn to face them. You can’t quite form what you want to say, but the serious (painful) look on your face hopefully speaks enough for you. You hold out your other hand and let go of theirs. Time to fuse.