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@rae @highscribeofaetherium @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12I made a mood board for the Labyrinth
Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
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Gabriel
Besides the furniture itself, which was also and different style than what he was used to, everything in the room was unfamiliar to him. When the room shook, his entire body went rigid. He could hear a roaring, though to him it sounded far away, from something he didn’t know. He stumbled at the shaking, feeling disorientated. What was wrong with him? This wasn’t a bad tremor.
When Lucy spoke, he could barely hear her, but it was clear she was in distress. He reached out and claimed her hand again, pulling it away from her shirt. “If…if a demon can preserve life and joy, you can create joy, you can be a hero. Heroine, I think it is called. And yeah, it does get hard.” He swallowed. “The amount of times I’ve wanted to walk away, the amount of times I’ve…wanted to give up as the Protector…Lucy, everyday I’m so tired, everyday I run on fumes, as my body gets torn to shreds, as it slowly dies, and then I use my powers, to borrow a little more time, but the more the power gives, the more it takes, and in the end I pay for it. And all for what? For me to hide myself because the people who cheer for the Protector would also kill Gabriel? For the people I destroy myself for to eventually turn on me? Like my father?” He pulled down his neckline just enough for her to briefly see a scar from an arrow on Gabriel’s chest. “I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t hard. But everyday I also have to remember that I do this for them because even if they will hate me, for now I get to see their smiles and keep myself from descending into the darkness my parents thought I was.”
He wasn’t sure if this would help her at all, he wasn’t even sure he had heard all that she had said correctly, but he couldn’t watch her be sad for long.
Idk if this is good or bad, I’m posting this because I’m mentally done for tonight. I’ll be back again tomorrow.
"Tell me is the world really worth saving?" -Everybody Dies by Rory Webley
Help Gabriel.Acharis’ people live on floating islands, which is why he doesn’t know what a labyrinth is and is and is horrified at what he sees as a waste of space.
Ohh that’s cool! I love the idea of floating islands. I used to have a fantasy world like that but I changed it.
Iris
Rallascant snorted loudly, then doubled over and began laughing uncontrollably. Iris gave him a scathing look, but he didn’t notice. She smiled gently at Acharis.
“No, you are not dead.”
“Ha! Not yet.”
Iris nudged the imp roughly with her foot to get him to stop. His laugh turned into a cough, and he seemed to somewhat compose himself.
“You are just… very far from home,” Iris continued. “But there is a way to return.”
The water in the basin rippled again, this time of its own accord. The image shifted to a dark room where someone with a skinny, spotted hand held up a purplish crystal ball. They slowly rotated it, watching the imperfections in the crystal catch the light.
“There are many of these crystals hidden throughout the maze. Find one, and it will send you back home.”
The image faded. Iris peered intently at Acharis, trying to read his emotions through his mask. “How are you feeling?”
Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
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