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i did a thing---go add the thing (but only if you want to!)
❝ They’re unnecessary. ❞
( eyes roll as he takes an immediate gratification in the complaint. it’s truly funny how people could bond over complaining. )
❝ ——And disgusting. ❞
❝ It is worse when people take their
shoes off and their feet are sweaty.
It smells almost as bad as a dead
body. ❞ Because corpses were
comparable to sweaty feet, of course.
Send my muse a kink and they'll rate it based on interest
NEVER | NOT REALLY | MAYBE | NOT BAD | MMMMM | HELL YES | TAKE ME NOW | THERE GO MY PANTS
✠ —- “An emissary? From where do you hail, then, emissary?” Charles was no doubt weary of such a claim, but he would not press it further. “Claim it so if you wish, but you stand upon Christian land, bear that in mind.”
❝ A different realm--one that would consume you
if you dared enter. ❞ He paused, staring at him
blandly. ❝ Your threats are empty--I cannot die.
Believe me. I've tried. ❞
✠ —- ” .. there is but one God — surely you are not claiming to be Him, among us.”
❝ I am an emissary and nothing more.
Though I will say this: there is more
than one, for I have spoken to a
handful. ❞
✠ —- “Where what hungers for the outside world?”
❝ A god----the most comparable thing.
Though it has no malevolent intent.
Rather, it wishes to know how to interact
with humans. ❞
“An interesting qualifier. Is that to mean that you are not?”
❝ I am not. Is that a problem? ❞
A pause, and the question caught him completely off guard, “Love…” What a loaded question.
"Love is relying on someone else for your happiness. For being so completely and utterly devoted to another, that you’d give anything to see them smile. It’s not necessarily perfect, but it’s a more interesting aspect of life., and it makes existence sweeter, most claim."
Far from the best answer, it was the only one he could give for now, and the only one that made sense to himself. But the other had him pausing, the soft chuckle there.
"You have the appearance down, that’s the hardest aspect. Humans are, more often than not, gullible and ready to believe anything," a tight smile, "I can assure you of that much. As far as understanding humans, and their bodies, I do wish you luck. Been at this thousands of years, and still don’t have the mastery down."
❝ That sounds miserable------or wonderful. I really do not
know. ❞ He could not imagine smiling for another person.
Or making them smile. Saar sighed, scratching at the back
of his head. Emulating humans was a complicated task.
One that, at times, he felt was impossible.
❝ You do it well enough---aesthetically. And as far as emotions
go, at least you know what you are feeling. ❞ It was hard for
the dread horse to discern what was anger and what was
sadness. He barely knew when he was happy----though he
was very knowledgeable in feeling apathetic.
❝ But what makes a monster a monster and a man a man? All
fade in time. Bodies rot & gods are cast down out of spite or
fury. And, in time, even memories will fade and the void will
swallow them whole. So none of it truly matters, does it? ❞
{ ❝That is…peculiar. A life without emotion. I can hardly fathom such a thing let alone understand what such an existance may be like.❞ }
& he watched the snow fall, thoughts elsewhere. the war horse had met so many strange creatures in recent times; was a nameless creature without feeling truely so out of place? it’s comments, of being merely a part of something greater, were unsettling, but he did not feel threatened yet by the others presence.
{ ❝You came here? To me? I am unsure of how great a help I may be in such an endeavor. Though, I cannot say it would not be interesting to try. Yes, I suppose I may at least attempt to help you as best I can, if I may perhaps learn your name?❞ }
❝ ----I experience some of it. I want to experience more. ❞
His body shook as he rid himself of the thin layer of snow
that was building on top of his back. ❝ Saar--it means
horse in my tongue. Though I have no true name, it works
well enough to identify me. ❞ He glanced over to the other
horse, head tilting. ❝ You would help me? Even though you
do not know me? ❞
At the sound of a human voice, Agatha stepped back outside.
The horse was gone and in it’s placed stood a man. A naked man.
A naked man holding very old gold coins. Agatha opened her mouth
to speak, but nothing came out. Her shock couldn’t be measured and
she stuttered when she spoke.❝ I-you…I can’t convert that - sir?❞
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❝ Why does it never give me pants---- ❞ It was
muttered more toward himself. Stupid void.
Stupid, grudge holding void. ❝ And it has to be
worth quite a bit---they are thousands of years
old. That being said, might I have another pie? ❞
❝ You are not completely human.
There is something vile that hangs
about you. It is intriguing---- ❞
❝ You fight well. For a mortal. ❞
me when people follow me first tbqfh
❝ I . ❞
( words falter and fade off his usually silver tongue. the compliment was random & bizarre, but harmless at best. )
❝ Thank you. ❞
❝ ----thanks are unneeded. ❞
Saar shrugs. It's just an observation,
though perhaps the man had not
looked in a mirror as of late. It is then
he notices that the other man is not
wearing shoes----just like him! ❝ You
dislike shoes as well? They feel too
warm and stuffy, it thinks.❞
The smile on his face grew slightly wider as he listened to the other’s words. And he made a soft gesture for the other to take a sit across from him. "Well, I suppose our news are irrelevant for them. Although some of them seem to find out news interesting— or so I’ve been told.”
He sat down, head tilting as he listened to the other's
words. ❝ Your associates can speak to the dead? ❞
Now there was a thing he had not heard of before.
Saar sat down, hands folded neatly onto his lap. ❝ Aren't
I interrupting? Assuming the broadcast is immediate----
unless your audience enjoys random beings from other
realms interrupting your reports. ❞
"I am not in the habit of not understanding. You mean to say that you are Saar? I believe readily that you are no Quendë — but it does not follow that you have no allegiance. With whom does it lie?”
❝ I, it, does it matter? I am a tool. Not a person.
The thing that bids me to travel and gain
knowledge is not of this realm. There is no
name for it in your tongue. ❞
anyone wanna do a thing?