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Sorry, I wasn’t aware this rp had continued.
Gabriel
The fog seemed to weigh heavily on him now. He hated this place, hated it. He trudged slightly behind the strange companions, the same feelings flooding into him that he had felt before meeting Lucy. With that reminder, an even more unwelcome feeling flood over him, hidden behind his mask.
This entire maze was against them. He even doubted that the orbs existed. They had wandered for days without seeing one since each of them had come there. What if there would be no way to send Lucy home? What if she would be stuck here with him and the others? Stuck in a world that seemed to only wish to separate and kill them. This was no place for a child. He didn’t want her to be like him, to grow up amid a world of hardship to only find more just around the bend.
He was pulled from his thoughts by shouting from Soldier. For a second he felt disoriented, light-headed, until he realized some sort of crow had grabbed Soldier, crashing with two girls. He froze for a second, before rushing forward at recognizing Lucy. He pulled her away from the crow, body ready to attack the giant bird if it tried to take her away.
“You okay? Are you hurt? Tell me you aren’t hurt.” His voice cracked, his mask hiding his face.
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Hellooo. :] Yeah it continued a little bit. Not too much
Lucille
In a split second, there was Gabriel.
His hands gripped Lucy’s shoulder, and his body tensed as if he was about to be struck by something.
His white mask shone through the fog, as sudden as a beacon, or eyes opening after a nightmare.
He was alive. Worried, too – although that might be an understatement. His grip trembled and his fingers dug into her jacket sleeves.
It was sad to see an adult tired or worried because they cared about someone. But when that emotion was in front of Lucy, it was like a message yelled out loud: This is important to me. You matter to me.
That felt good.
“Hi.” Lucy smiled up at Gabriel. She sported a black eye and a split lip.
Before he could fuss over that, she unceremoniously jumped into his arms. She whispered, “I’m sorry I got lost. It was superlatively inconvenient. I hope you didn’t worry the whole time.”
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I spent most of today playing Uno with my little brother and our dog Marley (we would hold up his cards and tell him “touch-touch”. Whichever card he touched first we put down then gave him a treat. It kinda worked) and digging up dandelions to make my mom think I’ve gone insane (for the hundredth time) when I show her my dirty hands and tell her I’ve been “kinda digging up your garden”. I then spent hours cutting off dandelion roots, picking out the flowers and unopened blossoms, to then wash and shop the roots and putting them out to dry. Some of the leaves I still have to do some kind of bitter salad with, the rest went to our (very happy) bunnies. The blossoms I processed to then bread and cook. I’m scared to try more than a bite of my creation because I feel like I might throw up honestly at my creation. Which is weird, because I’m usually very gun-ho about eating flowers.
When the chopped roots dry, I’m going to roast them and then make a tea. It tastes very similar to coffee but its caffeine free. I don’t drink coffee often (my dad is genuinely concerned I’ll develop an addiction to it [valid concern honestly knowing me]) so I like roasted dandelion root tea a lot. I’ve only ever had store-bought stuff before however and in my experience (with lemonbalm and red clover teas) the homemade is often wayyyyy much more flavorful, so I’m excited for that!
As for the breaded dandelion blossoms…I’ll eat some tomorrow, and then let my dad have some so he can roast me. My older brother has already sung me a musical narrating all the thoughts I spoke allowed while frying them (which was a lot of doubting life choices) and telling me they smelled “interesting”. He ate one, and wanted to spit it out but there was no trashcan nearby and he was in the middle of a videogame battle he didn’t want to loose (I promise I wasn’t trying to pressure him into swallowing) so he ate it anyways.
He also ate and then spit out a piece of rice cake I popped in the toaster for no reason at all earlier…To defend myself, I was toasting two bagels for my dad since he was hungry and I started snacking on the rice cake while waiting…the intrusive thoughts won……..Oh, my older brother also got to taste a concoction my little brother made up of mint tea, cinnamon black tea, raspberry tea, limeade, and lemonade in a single little glass earlier…that turned out to be the least repulsive thing we gave him to try the entire day… I also kinda tortured my older brother again by taking him down in the woods to set out a slightly rancid cow heart and set up a trail cam for the night. I think I made him gag like 5 times today all told (which is impressive for my brother)(I did make him some apologetic eggs that tasted fine.) I promise I’m good at cooking (usually) and baking (most the time) this was just one of those random days when you wake up and without realizing it choose chaos (and make all your family members wonder if you really have actually lost it this time when you give them a stupid grin as you do something possibly even more stupid.)
However! Nothing blew up, something did burn on the stove but that wasn’t my fault (kinda), and my older brother shouldn’t be scarred for life (he’ll probably get out of his system by joking about me being neurodivergent [undiagnosed but literally everyone I know thinks I’m some color of neurodivergent, but I have to many health problems to even want to know what is going on in that realm right now.]) My dad also brought home a giant slingshot for tossing ropes in trees to take them down. The intrusive thoughts want to use it to launch hickory nuts into our woods.
Whew! I am well aware this is the rp forum, I will probably regret this and apologize later, but oh well, I started typing while waiting for my (not homemade) raspberry tea to steep, and just kept going.
Now shall we swivel a perfect 180 degrees on our heel, wipe the silliness away, and write a deep (probably not) emotional (maybe) decent (ehhhhh…) rp?
@whalekeeper @loopylin @keilah-hI need to know…who do you think would be the cat dad and who would be the dog dad? Out of Baron and Gabriel.
Gabriel
He held her close as she rested in his arms, still shaking. His mask dislodged, showing part of his face, all composure gone. His yellow eyes were watery, still making sure she was okay. He gripped her like he was still scared she’d be pulled away again. His chest physically hurt, unable to truly work through his emotions. He never thought it possible to ever feel this much for a single person, yet here he was.
After a moment, he pulled back a little to look at her face, mind running through worst-case scenarios with black eyes. “Does it hurt too much? You could have broken a bone in your face…who did this?” He wasn’t sure what he intended to do if he got an answer to that question. He pressed a piece of handkerchief to her lip, still holding her, occasionally still eyeing the crow unhappily.
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@rae That was a very delightful ramble to read. Thank you for posting it. I very much want to try dandelion tea now.
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I don’t usually stalk this forum, but as the rest of KP is quiet today, I hopped in. That was splendid to read, like an opening of a middle grade book. Thank you for sharing the joy.
I’m going to go brew myself some berry tea.
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
I would try your dandelion food. And playing a game with Marley sounds way more fun than playing normally.
The blossoms I processed to then bread and cook. I’m scared to try more than a bite of my creation because I feel like I might throw up honestly at my creation. Which is weird, because I’m usually very gun-ho about eating flowers.
That reminds me of last week when my fam boiled sesame leaves dipped in tempura. You never know; maybe you’re on to something.
Edit: Gabriel is the dog owner and Baron is the cat owner. Dogs and cats have different levels of physical and emotional maintenance attached to them. Baron is definitely a cat person.
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