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Erp. If this was a generation or two later, you’d really freak him out. As it is…
Ari
His eyes narrowed, but in confusion not anger.
“Human?” He shook his head. Another word he didn’t quite know the meaning of. “Do you mean mortal, children of the cursed? Or just the dust born in general?”
And what did his creation heritage have to do with fairies? He took a step back. Come to think of it, this boy didn’t look much like the twiggy tree folk he’d seen paintings of. Of course, those were known for petty mischief and at worst thievery, but Moth had sounded… amused? Sinister?
Maybe this was some sort of mischief. Ari shook his head as if that might clear it.
“If that’s a joke, pardon me. I don’t get it.”
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Moth
“I was making fun of you mortals. If I was not as I am, I would lead you into faerie land, pluck your eyes and tongue, and you would be lost to your family forever.” Moth shrugged.
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Ari
That was…oddly specific. And like nothing he’d heard of before. Goblins usually ate their captives.
If he didn’t already prefer having his eyes and tongue inside his head, being lost to his family was almost appealing. He shrugged.
“That sounds uncomfortable. So what are doing?”
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Moth
Ari wasn’t easily disturbed by jokes. That was a good sign. Although he already seemed like a brave person and there was no reason to doubt it, he also had no idea what Moth’s life was like. But then again, maybe the two boys had more similarities to uncover. Who was to say?
“We are… Hold on.” Moth muttered. He crouched down. “I need to choose a good spot.”
He brandished the wooden stob he had brought, and drove it into the ground. He took the other wooden stick and ran it up and down the stob. The friction between the sticks made a sound – a rhythmic, resonant vibration.
Moth closed his eyes and hummed.
Two boys stood in the grass, under the foggy night sky, sending a strange sound into the ground.
It took half a minute. Not long. Slowly, the night lost its peaceful silence. The ground was possessed with a low rumbling sound, like thunder or a flooded river. Before much longer, it began to shake under the boys’ feet.
The sound ebbed and flowed underneath them – and with it, the earth began to churn. The mist could not hide the changing landscape.
Holes opened. New hills rose into being, grass and rocks falling from them, and tree roots overturned in the chaos.
“I’m fiddling for worms.” Moth smiled, eyes still closed.
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If he didn’t already prefer having his eyes and tongue inside his head, being lost to his family was almost appealing.
I knew Ari was going to say that. Goodness, child. Equal parts sassy and sad
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Ari
Thunder rolling in the earth quivered up from his feet to his spine. The ground shook, cracked. Changed.
Ari swore–fervently. He had the sense that more devout people would have prayed. But considering they were all dead…
He swore again. Whatever worms had to do with this, he sure hoped they weren’t as big as the “fiddling”.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
And that was a very short reply to such a beautifully long role play. I shall aspire to do better.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
@whalekeeper What does Callum look like?
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Moth
Ari swore from where he stood, and Moth chuckled inwardly.
The soil churned with the smallest of its living citizens. The sound was too much for them to bear. They rose from sleep, their long, slithery bodies glittering under the moon.
Moth steadied his stance and let out a high-pitched, piercing cry.
A giant worm burst out of the earth. It lay there in the open mist, shiny and soft-skinned, its circumference as long as that of a small family’s dinner table. But the earth continued to explode around it, and it wriggled as more giant worms burst out too. They writhed wildly and blindly.
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And that was a very short reply to such a beautifully long role play. I shall aspire to do better.
I am quite content with whatever length you prefer to write. :]
He’s bony and noticeably haggard, with dark skin and – was his hair in braids? I think so. Orange and white clothing. I haven’t thought much about his physical description past that
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This is literally a childhood nightmare of mine. Wormmmmmssss…=|
I am quite content with whatever length you prefer to write. :]
Yay. XD
Ari
Ah. So this is what Moth had meant by squeamish. Wonderful.
Worms didn’t eat living creatures, did they? He watched the glistering beasts, hand on his dagger, eyes darkly livid. Daring one to try and take a bite.
His brothers were never going to believe him. He wasn’t sure if he would have either if–
Something brushed his leg. Something that left a smear of slime. Ari let out a feral hiss.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Wormmmmmmmmmsssssssssss
This is literally a childhood nightmare of mine. Wormmmmmssss…=|
You don’t like worms?? Oh no!! XD I didn’t stop to think you might be squeamish.
Moth
Moth stood up and pulled Ari back. With startling firmness, he took Ari’s dagger and sliced through his own palm. He winced. Pain blossomed there, and blood glistened from his hand.
“This should work, I think.” He turned to Ari and pressed a bloody finger against the boy’s forehead. “Now you smell like me. These worms will never harm you. They are old and sensible enough.”
He backed away with a smile, then shook himself, his golden locks blowing out of his face as he ran forward. He leaped into the air and landed on the silvery back of a worm. He latched onto it with a hand. White tendrils of magic sealed his skin to the worm’s slimy hide.
The worm rolled over, far enough for Moth to reach out with his other hand. “Ari! Do you want to come along?”
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You don’t like worms?? Oh no!! XD I didn’t stop to think you might be squeamish.
Lol. XP
Ari
Breath in his throat, ears ringing. No time to think. He dove for Moth’s outstretched hand.
Not that he didn’t think. But with all the blood, slime, and darkness, this could easily get beyond what he’d ever want to think of again.
Still, he wrapped his fingers around the smaller boy’s wrist in a desperate grip. The rest of his body clung to the squirming creature.
He might not come out of this adventure. But then, he was going to die one day anyway.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Sorry if his mood or personality is inconsistent. He’s still very underdeveloped.
Ellis
Ellis looked at Callum without turning his head. He didn’t really understand the issue. The awkward silence had gone by him unnoticed.
“Don’t apologize to me. You’re a prince. You can speak or not as you please. My elder brother talks even less than you.”
This last part wasn’t necessarily true. A lot of what Lucian said to his brother consisted of demands, lectures, and disappointed comments, all of which Ellis excelled at ignoring.
Callum looked away. He didn’t seem as encouraged as Ellis would have hoped. He wondered briefly where Remington was, before deciding to change the subject.
“What kingdom are you from, Callum?”
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