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*Somthing, or rather, someone, is watching the server. Purple eyes flicking around. Never staying for more than a second. Hiding within the forest, crouched curled up in a ball, is one of them.*

- @ask-yhs-grian

Dammit.

*Moon approaches cautiously. She know they can see her, so she keeps her head high and tries to look as fearless as possible.*

Why have you come to this land? I thought your people would have learned their lesson after last time.

*Xelqua stays biting his tounge through sobs, balling up once more. One set of wings wraps around him like a fluffy feather sheild. The other 2 sets flap erratically, trying to keep Moon away.*

I- I cant- stop- I-

*He pushes himself further into the wall, not caring about the qche and pain it gives to the base of his wings.*

*Moon dashes in, trying to get to the other cuff. Hes cornered. She can get to him. She can save him. She can fix everything, if he would just cooperate.*

LET ME HELP YOU!

*She makes a grab with her shoulders to hold him in place.*

*Xelqua screams, his wings trembling as a mixture of pain and exhaustion threaten to make him unconscious.*

*But he is cornered. And weak. And not in a state to do much magic. Even still he weakly thrashes in Moons hold. Still hiding his eyes, his real eyes, from her.*

*Before he goes limp. Completely limp. The cuff crackles dangerously.*

*Moon grabs the cuff.*

*Moon doesn't feel pain very often. Before this, her time burning to death as a human would probably be the most painful thing she's experienced.*

*But this magic hurts to a different level. It's like every molecule of her body, every 1 and 0, is being torn apart.*

*She teleports back with the cuff, dropping it as soon as she lands next to the other one.*

*Her hand is burned from the magic. Ropes of fresh purple marks run their way up her arm. They intertwine with the eyes already there.*

*The eyes are awake. Moon slams the door shut and cradles her arm as she keeps the door pushed shut. Her shoulders shudder with silent sobs.*

*As soon as he's let go, Xelqua falls forward, his wings cushioning his fall. He doesn't seem to be awake.*

*Spore, upon hearing the ruckus, the screams, shouts, rushes over to Moon. Hopeing desperately she's okay.*

Moon?!

*Moom grabs Spore and pushes them back, away from the pair of cuffs on the floor. She looks crazed, with her form glitching in and out with a new purple aura and a fear in her eyes she hasn't held since her time with the agency.*

Don't touch them-

*She yanks her hands back from Spore and looks at them. The purple light is searing into her mind.*

Don't touch me. I'm- he- I can fix this. I can fix it all. You should leave, go get safe. Get safe from me.

*Spore holds their hands to their chest, so similar to Xelqua. They glance at the cuffs, at Moon, at the eyes.*

... oh voids...

*They step forward to Moon, unafraid, kicking the cuffs further down the hall.*

My dearest, you don't need to do this alone. Please, let me help you. I know this cursed magic best. Let me help you.

It's my fault, so I need to protect him. I need to protect you.

*Moon takes another few steps back as Spore steps forward. Her back hits the door and she slides down and sits.*

I can fix... I can...

*She's shuddering. It's hard to tell if its the pain or the mental anguish causing it.*

I don't want you to get hurt by them again. By me again.

He is strong, I am strong. We're stronger together, you don't need to do this alone.

*Spore sits down next to Moon, but not touching her. They wont do that without her permission.*

I'm very sure he would absolutely hate being told you can 'fix him'.

*They giggle a little.*

Leave the watcher magic to me, my dearest. Ive delta with it once. I can do it again. You focus on this.

*They hold a hand over their heart.*

*Moon fliches as they get close to her, but doesnt move again. Her eyes are staring straight ahead into the opposite wall.*

I should have left him in the woods. I hurt him, and he will go back to them just the same as he would without me.

*She lifts her arm, looking at the new marks.*

I don't know what to do anymore. I-

*Following Spore's direction, she places her non-injured hand on her heart and takes a few deep breaths.*

I don't know what to do now. He's going to be punished if he goes back, but he has to. I think thats Grian hit by some sort of reverse baby ray. Aged him up right into your Watcher time.

You likely freaked him out, yes. But if you give him a little time to wake up, and talk to him truthfully. He'll listen to you. He may be scared, but he'll listen.

*Spore offers their hands.*

You won't hurt me. That magic has, but with your hands, it wont.

We'll figure this out. Keep him around, get him to realize the watchers are bad, and when he goes back he can rebel.

*Moon hesitates, but grabs one of Spore's hands with her own uninjured hand. Her other one stays at her side. She relaxes a bit as they touch, and her shoulders slump. The goddess leans on her wife.*

I'm sorry, Dearest.

Its okay. We'll get through this, like we always do.

*They smile softly, rubbing Moon's hand and placing it over their heart.*

Can I see your other hand? I think I know how to help.

*Moon hesitates, but holds up her other hand.*

It doesn't hurt as bad now. He has it much worse.

*The skin is burnt all along where the new marks are. How did this form burn, being just light itself? The Watchers are too strong.*

I think I deserve it though. Pain for pain.

*Spore frowns seeing it. But its no surprise. They remember a similar pain many years ago.*

I don't think you deserve it. Come on, lets get you some aloe Vera, and he'll also need some. Asap.

*They stand up, still holding onto Moon's hand.*

*Moon pulls herself up. She pulls her gaze away from the cuffs and looks at Spore.*

Okay. Let's go.

*She needs to fix this.*

*Spore smiles, guiding Moon to the bathroom.*

You'll need to put the aloe Vera on his arm while he's knocked out. He trust you, won't take it from you when he wakes up.

I'll make food. He likely won't want to eat, but if you give him some time he will.

He ate some earlier. I gave him some of my offerings. He ate at least a piece of bread and an eclair.

I don't think he's going to want to see me, for a bit. I told him about you and he thinks you're cool, but doesn't know youre him.

That's good. He'll hopefully keep thoes down. Unless he gets paranoid they were poisioned.

I... understand that. Though I'm not... entirely sure I want to see him. Has he mentioned anyone else?

*Spore gets out a glass bottle, filled with fresh aloe vera. And puts a little on their hand, before waiting for Moon to be ready.*

*Moon holds her arm up. She's having a hard time looking Spore in the eyes right now. Guilt is eating her up inside.*

You don't have to see him if you don't want to. If he won't talk to me, I can grab somebody else. Bomb knows about Watchers.

He mentioned some other people- uh, Taurtis, of course. Netty? There were others. I don't remember. He has memories of his real name and of them. So maybe he still can get out.

*Spore very carefully applies the aloe, careful around the eyes. They let their dearest get hurt. For mistakes of their past. Though they smile they regret it all horribly. They're too big of a coward to even face him now.*

He should be out of it for the next few days. You can maybe rebuild some trust the next few days because of that.

Even if you can't get to him now, he leaves eventually. Just like I did.

*Moon puts incredible amounts of effort into not flinching away from Spore. It hurts and she doesnt want to be touched right now.*

I'll fix this....

*The eyes are fully awake. Their gaze is following Spore's hand as it makes its way around Moon's arm.*

*Once Spore is done they wash their hands free of the aloe.*

You don't need to do that alone. I promise you.

*They give Moon space, understanding how this all is hard.*

If- if I had seen the second cuff, or even just waited a little longer- I could have done it correctly and it would have been okay!

*She hugs herself, ignoring the pain from her arm.*

I'm gonna go check on him.

#ask moonbig #ask mother spore #im gonna project my fever onto Xelqua

Lets not dwell on what-ifs, my dearest. You didn't know. Thoes things main theme is balance, symmetry. I can deal with them, do not worry.

*Sporw nods, starting putting things away.*

Okay, be safe. I love you.

*Somthing, or rather, someone, is watching the server. Purple eyes flicking around. Never staying for more than a second. Hiding within the forest, crouched curled up in a ball, is one of them.*

- @ask-yhs-grian

Dammit.

*Moon approaches cautiously. She know they can see her, so she keeps her head high and tries to look as fearless as possible.*

Why have you come to this land? I thought your people would have learned their lesson after last time.

*Xelqua stays biting his tounge through sobs, balling up once more. One set of wings wraps around him like a fluffy feather sheild. The other 2 sets flap erratically, trying to keep Moon away.*

I- I cant- stop- I-

*He pushes himself further into the wall, not caring about the qche and pain it gives to the base of his wings.*

*Moon dashes in, trying to get to the other cuff. Hes cornered. She can get to him. She can save him. She can fix everything, if he would just cooperate.*

LET ME HELP YOU!

*She makes a grab with her shoulders to hold him in place.*

*Xelqua screams, his wings trembling as a mixture of pain and exhaustion threaten to make him unconscious.*

*But he is cornered. And weak. And not in a state to do much magic. Even still he weakly thrashes in Moons hold. Still hiding his eyes, his real eyes, from her.*

*Before he goes limp. Completely limp. The cuff crackles dangerously.*

*Moon grabs the cuff.*

*Moon doesn't feel pain very often. Before this, her time burning to death as a human would probably be the most painful thing she's experienced.*

*But this magic hurts to a different level. It's like every molecule of her body, every 1 and 0, is being torn apart.*

*She teleports back with the cuff, dropping it as soon as she lands next to the other one.*

*Her hand is burned from the magic. Ropes of fresh purple marks run their way up her arm. They intertwine with the eyes already there.*

*The eyes are awake. Moon slams the door shut and cradles her arm as she keeps the door pushed shut. Her shoulders shudder with silent sobs.*

*As soon as he's let go, Xelqua falls forward, his wings cushioning his fall. He doesn't seem to be awake.*

*Spore, upon hearing the ruckus, the screams, shouts, rushes over to Moon. Hopeing desperately she's okay.*

Moon?!

Don't touch them-

*She yanks her hands back from Spore and looks at them. The purple light is searing into her mind.*

Don't touch me. I'm- he- I can fix this. I can fix it all. You should leave, go get safe. Get safe from me.

*Spore holds their hands to their chest, so similar to Xelqua. They glance at the cuffs, at Moon, at the eyes.*

... oh voids...

*They step forward to Moon, unafraid, kicking the cuffs further down the hall.*

My dearest, you don't need to do this alone. Please, let me help you. I know this cursed magic best. Let me help you.

It's my fault, so I need to protect him. I need to protect you.

*Moon takes another few steps back as Spore steps forward. Her back hits the door and she slides down and sits.*

I can fix... I can...

*She's shuddering. It's hard to tell if its the pain or the mental anguish causing it.*

I don't want you to get hurt by them again. By me again.

He is strong, I am strong. We're stronger together, you don't need to do this alone.

*Spore sits down next to Moon, but not touching her. They wont do that without her permission.*

I'm very sure he would absolutely hate being told you can 'fix him'.

*They giggle a little.*

Leave the watcher magic to me, my dearest. Ive delta with it once. I can do it again. You focus on this.

*They hold a hand over their heart.*

*Moon fliches as they get close to her, but doesnt move again. Her eyes are staring straight ahead into the opposite wall.*

I should have left him in the woods. I hurt him, and he will go back to them just the same as he would without me.

*She lifts her arm, looking at the new marks.*

I don't know what to do anymore. I-

*Following Spore's direction, she places her non-injured hand on her heart and takes a few deep breaths.*

I don't know what to do now. He's going to be punished if he goes back, but he has to. I think thats Grian hit by some sort of reverse baby ray. Aged him up right into your Watcher time.

You likely freaked him out, yes. But if you give him a little time to wake up, and talk to him truthfully. He'll listen to you. He may be scared, but he'll listen.

*Spore offers their hands.*

You won't hurt me. That magic has, but with your hands, it wont.

We'll figure this out. Keep him around, get him to realize the watchers are bad, and when he goes back he can rebel.

*Moon hesitates, but grabs one of Spore's hands with her own uninjured hand. Her other one stays at her side. She relaxes a bit as they touch, and her shoulders slump. The goddess leans on her wife.*

I'm sorry, Dearest.

Its okay. We'll get through this, like we always do.

*They smile softly, rubbing Moon's hand and placing it over their heart.*

Can I see your other hand? I think I know how to help.

*Moon hesitates, but holds up her other hand.*

It doesn't hurt as bad now. He has it much worse.

*The skin is burnt all along where the new marks are. How did this form burn, being just light itself? The Watchers are too strong.*

I think I deserve it though. Pain for pain.

*Spore frowns seeing it. But its no surprise. They remember a similar pain many years ago.*

I don't think you deserve it. Come on, lets get you some aloe Vera, and he'll also need some. Asap.

*They stand up, still holding onto Moon's hand.*

*Moon pulls herself up. She pulls her gaze away from the cuffs and looks at Spore.*

Okay. Let's go.

*She needs to fix this.*

*Spore smiles, guiding Moon to the bathroom.*

You'll need to put the aloe Vera on his arm while he's knocked out. He trust you, won't take it from you when he wakes up.

I'll make food. He likely won't want to eat, but if you give him some time he will.

He ate some earlier. I gave him some of my offerings. He ate at least a piece of bread and an eclair.

I don't think he's going to want to see me, for a bit. I told him about you and he thinks you're cool, but doesn't know youre him.

That's good. He'll hopefully keep thoes down. Unless he gets paranoid they were poisioned.

I... understand that. Though I'm not... entirely sure I want to see him. Has he mentioned anyone else?

*Spore gets out a glass bottle, filled with fresh aloe vera. And puts a little on their hand, before waiting for Moon to be ready.*

*Moon holds her arm up. She's having a hard time looking Spore in the eyes right now. Guilt is eating her up inside.*

You don't have to see him if you don't want to. If he won't talk to me, I can grab somebody else. Bomb knows about Watchers.

He mentioned some other people- uh, Taurtis, of course. Netty? There were others. I don't remember. He has memories of his real name and of them. So maybe he still can get out.

He should be out of it for the next few days. You can maybe rebuild some trust the next few days because of that.

Even if you can't get to him now, he leaves eventually. Just like I did.

*Moon puts incredible amounts of effort into not flinching away from Spore. It hurts and she doesnt want to be touched right now.*

I'll fix this....

*The eyes are fully awake. Their gaze is following Spore's hand as it makes its way around Moon's arm.*

*Once Spore is done they wash their hands free of the aloe.*

You don't need to do that alone. I promise you.

*They give Moon space, understanding how this all is hard.*

*Somthing, or rather, someone, is watching the server. Purple eyes flicking around. Never staying for more than a second. Hiding within the forest, crouched curled up in a ball, is one of them.*

- @ask-yhs-grian

Dammit.

*Moon approaches cautiously. She know they can see her, so she keeps her head high and tries to look as fearless as possible.*

Why have you come to this land? I thought your people would have learned their lesson after last time.

*Xelqua stays biting his tounge through sobs, balling up once more. One set of wings wraps around him like a fluffy feather sheild. The other 2 sets flap erratically, trying to keep Moon away.*

I- I cant- stop- I-

*He pushes himself further into the wall, not caring about the qche and pain it gives to the base of his wings.*

*Moon dashes in, trying to get to the other cuff. Hes cornered. She can get to him. She can save him. She can fix everything, if he would just cooperate.*

LET ME HELP YOU!

*She makes a grab with her shoulders to hold him in place.*

*Xelqua screams, his wings trembling as a mixture of pain and exhaustion threaten to make him unconscious.*

*But he is cornered. And weak. And not in a state to do much magic. Even still he weakly thrashes in Moons hold. Still hiding his eyes, his real eyes, from her.*

*Before he goes limp. Completely limp. The cuff crackles dangerously.*

*Moon grabs the cuff.*

*Moon doesn't feel pain very often. Before this, her time burning to death as a human would probably be the most painful thing she's experienced.*

*But this magic hurts to a different level. It's like every molecule of her body, every 1 and 0, is being torn apart.*

*She teleports back with the cuff, dropping it as soon as she lands next to the other one.*

*Her hand is burned from the magic. Ropes of fresh purple marks run their way up her arm. They intertwine with the eyes already there.*

*The eyes are awake. Moon slams the door shut and cradles her arm as she keeps the door pushed shut. Her shoulders shudder with silent sobs.*

*As soon as he's let go, Xelqua falls forward, his wings cushioning his fall. He doesn't seem to be awake.*

*Spore, upon hearing the ruckus, the screams, shouts, rushes over to Moon. Hopeing desperately she's okay.*

Moon?!

Don't touch them-

*She yanks her hands back from Spore and looks at them. The purple light is searing into her mind.*

Don't touch me. I'm- he- I can fix this. I can fix it all. You should leave, go get safe. Get safe from me.

*Spore holds their hands to their chest, so similar to Xelqua. They glance at the cuffs, at Moon, at the eyes.*

... oh voids...

*They step forward to Moon, unafraid, kicking the cuffs further down the hall.*

My dearest, you don't need to do this alone. Please, let me help you. I know this cursed magic best. Let me help you.

It's my fault, so I need to protect him. I need to protect you.

*Moon takes another few steps back as Spore steps forward. Her back hits the door and she slides down and sits.*

I can fix... I can...

*She's shuddering. It's hard to tell if its the pain or the mental anguish causing it.*

I don't want you to get hurt by them again. By me again.

He is strong, I am strong. We're stronger together, you don't need to do this alone.

*Spore sits down next to Moon, but not touching her. They wont do that without her permission.*

I'm very sure he would absolutely hate being told you can 'fix him'.

*They giggle a little.*

Leave the watcher magic to me, my dearest. Ive delta with it once. I can do it again. You focus on this.

*They hold a hand over their heart.*

*Moon fliches as they get close to her, but doesnt move again. Her eyes are staring straight ahead into the opposite wall.*

I should have left him in the woods. I hurt him, and he will go back to them just the same as he would without me.

*She lifts her arm, looking at the new marks.*

I don't know what to do anymore. I-

*Following Spore's direction, she places her non-injured hand on her heart and takes a few deep breaths.*

I don't know what to do now. He's going to be punished if he goes back, but he has to. I think thats Grian hit by some sort of reverse baby ray. Aged him up right into your Watcher time.

You likely freaked him out, yes. But if you give him a little time to wake up, and talk to him truthfully. He'll listen to you. He may be scared, but he'll listen.

*Spore offers their hands.*

You won't hurt me. That magic has, but with your hands, it wont.

We'll figure this out. Keep him around, get him to realize the watchers are bad, and when he goes back he can rebel.

*Moon hesitates, but grabs one of Spore's hands with her own uninjured hand. Her other one stays at her side. She relaxes a bit as they touch, and her shoulders slump. The goddess leans on her wife.*

I'm sorry, Dearest.

Its okay. We'll get through this, like we always do.

*They smile softly, rubbing Moon's hand and placing it over their heart.*

Can I see your other hand? I think I know how to help.

*Moon hesitates, but holds up her other hand.*

It doesn't hurt as bad now. He has it much worse.

*The skin is burnt all along where the new marks are. How did this form burn, being just light itself? The Watchers are too strong.*

I think I deserve it though. Pain for pain.

*Spore frowns seeing it. But its no surprise. They remember a similar pain many years ago.*

I don't think you deserve it. Come on, lets get you some aloe Vera, and he'll also need some. Asap.

*They stand up, still holding onto Moon's hand.*

*Moon pulls herself up. She pulls her gaze away from the cuffs and looks at Spore.*

Okay. Let's go.

*She needs to fix this.*

*Spore smiles, guiding Moon to the bathroom.*

You'll need to put the aloe Vera on his arm while he's knocked out. He trust you, won't take it from you when he wakes up.

I'll make food. He likely won't want to eat, but if you give him some time he will.

He ate some earlier. I gave him some of my offerings. He ate at least a piece of bread and an eclair.

I don't think he's going to want to see me, for a bit. I told him about you and he thinks you're cool, but doesn't know youre him.

That's good. He'll hopefully keep thoes down. Unless he gets paranoid they were poisioned.

I... understand that. Though I'm not... entirely sure I want to see him. Has he mentioned anyone else?

*Spore gets out a glass bottle, filled with fresh aloe vera. And puts a little on their hand, before waiting for Moon to be ready.*

*Moon holds her arm up. She's having a hard time looking Spore in the eyes right now. Guilt is eating her up inside.*

You don't have to see him if you don't want to. If he won't talk to me, I can grab somebody else. Bomb knows about Watchers.

He mentioned some other people- uh, Taurtis, of course. Netty? There were others. I don't remember. He has memories of his real name and of them. So maybe he still can get out.

He should be out of it for the next few days. You can maybe rebuild some trust the next few days because of that.

Even if you can't get to him now, he leaves eventually. Just like I did.

*Somthing, or rather, someone, is watching the server. Purple eyes flicking around. Never staying for more than a second. Hiding within the forest, crouched curled up in a ball, is one of them.*

- @ask-yhs-grian

Dammit.

*Moon approaches cautiously. She know they can see her, so she keeps her head high and tries to look as fearless as possible.*

Why have you come to this land? I thought your people would have learned their lesson after last time.

*Xelqua stays biting his tounge through sobs, balling up once more. One set of wings wraps around him like a fluffy feather sheild. The other 2 sets flap erratically, trying to keep Moon away.*

I- I cant- stop- I-

*He pushes himself further into the wall, not caring about the qche and pain it gives to the base of his wings.*

*Moon dashes in, trying to get to the other cuff. Hes cornered. She can get to him. She can save him. She can fix everything, if he would just cooperate.*

LET ME HELP YOU!

*She makes a grab with her shoulders to hold him in place.*

*Xelqua screams, his wings trembling as a mixture of pain and exhaustion threaten to make him unconscious.*

*But he is cornered. And weak. And not in a state to do much magic. Even still he weakly thrashes in Moons hold. Still hiding his eyes, his real eyes, from her.*

*Before he goes limp. Completely limp. The cuff crackles dangerously.*

*Moon grabs the cuff.*

*Moon doesn't feel pain very often. Before this, her time burning to death as a human would probably be the most painful thing she's experienced.*

*But this magic hurts to a different level. It's like every molecule of her body, every 1 and 0, is being torn apart.*

*She teleports back with the cuff, dropping it as soon as she lands next to the other one.*

*Her hand is burned from the magic. Ropes of fresh purple marks run their way up her arm. They intertwine with the eyes already there.*

*The eyes are awake. Moon slams the door shut and cradles her arm as she keeps the door pushed shut. Her shoulders shudder with silent sobs.*

*As soon as he's let go, Xelqua falls forward, his wings cushioning his fall. He doesn't seem to be awake.*

*Spore, upon hearing the ruckus, the screams, shouts, rushes over to Moon. Hopeing desperately she's okay.*

Moon?!

Don't touch them-

*She yanks her hands back from Spore and looks at them. The purple light is searing into her mind.*

Don't touch me. I'm- he- I can fix this. I can fix it all. You should leave, go get safe. Get safe from me.

*Spore holds their hands to their chest, so similar to Xelqua. They glance at the cuffs, at Moon, at the eyes.*

... oh voids...

*They step forward to Moon, unafraid, kicking the cuffs further down the hall.*

My dearest, you don't need to do this alone. Please, let me help you. I know this cursed magic best. Let me help you.

It's my fault, so I need to protect him. I need to protect you.

*Moon takes another few steps back as Spore steps forward. Her back hits the door and she slides down and sits.*

I can fix... I can...

*She's shuddering. It's hard to tell if its the pain or the mental anguish causing it.*

I don't want you to get hurt by them again. By me again.

He is strong, I am strong. We're stronger together, you don't need to do this alone.

*Spore sits down next to Moon, but not touching her. They wont do that without her permission.*

I'm very sure he would absolutely hate being told you can 'fix him'.

*They giggle a little.*

Leave the watcher magic to me, my dearest. Ive delta with it once. I can do it again. You focus on this.

*They hold a hand over their heart.*

*Moon fliches as they get close to her, but doesnt move again. Her eyes are staring straight ahead into the opposite wall.*

I should have left him in the woods. I hurt him, and he will go back to them just the same as he would without me.

*She lifts her arm, looking at the new marks.*

I don't know what to do anymore. I-

*Following Spore's direction, she places her non-injured hand on her heart and takes a few deep breaths.*

I don't know what to do now. He's going to be punished if he goes back, but he has to. I think thats Grian hit by some sort of reverse baby ray. Aged him up right into your Watcher time.

You likely freaked him out, yes. But if you give him a little time to wake up, and talk to him truthfully. He'll listen to you. He may be scared, but he'll listen.

*Spore offers their hands.*

You won't hurt me. That magic has, but with your hands, it wont.

We'll figure this out. Keep him around, get him to realize the watchers are bad, and when he goes back he can rebel.

*Moon hesitates, but grabs one of Spore's hands with her own uninjured hand. Her other one stays at her side. She relaxes a bit as they touch, and her shoulders slump. The goddess leans on her wife.*

I'm sorry, Dearest.

Its okay. We'll get through this, like we always do.

*They smile softly, rubbing Moon's hand and placing it over their heart.*

Can I see your other hand? I think I know how to help.

*Moon hesitates, but holds up her other hand.*

It doesn't hurt as bad now. He has it much worse.

*The skin is burnt all along where the new marks are. How did this form burn, being just light itself? The Watchers are too strong.*

I think I deserve it though. Pain for pain.

*Spore frowns seeing it. But its no surprise. They remember a similar pain many years ago.*

I don't think you deserve it. Come on, lets get you some aloe Vera, and he'll also need some. Asap.

*They stand up, still holding onto Moon's hand.*

*Moon pulls herself up. She pulls her gaze away from the cuffs and looks at Spore.*

Okay. Let's go.

*She needs to fix this.*

*Spore smiles, guiding Moon to the bathroom.*

You'll need to put the aloe Vera on his arm while he's knocked out. He trust you, won't take it from you when he wakes up.

I'll make food. He likely won't want to eat, but if you give him some time he will.

He ate some earlier. I gave him some of my offerings. He ate at least a piece of bread and an eclair.

I don't think he's going to want to see me, for a bit. I told him about you and he thinks you're cool, but doesn't know youre him.

That's good. He'll hopefully keep thoes down. Unless he gets paranoid they were poisioned.

I... understand that. Though I'm not... entirely sure I want to see him. Has he mentioned anyone else?

*Spore gets out a glass bottle, filled with fresh aloe vera. And puts a little on their hand, before waiting for Moon to be ready.*

*Somthing, or rather, someone, is watching the server. Purple eyes flicking around. Never staying for more than a second. Hiding within the forest, crouched curled up in a ball, is one of them.*

- @ask-yhs-grian

Dammit.

*Moon approaches cautiously. She know they can see her, so she keeps her head high and tries to look as fearless as possible.*

Why have you come to this land? I thought your people would have learned their lesson after last time.

*Xelqua stays biting his tounge through sobs, balling up once more. One set of wings wraps around him like a fluffy feather sheild. The other 2 sets flap erratically, trying to keep Moon away.*

I- I cant- stop- I-

*He pushes himself further into the wall, not caring about the qche and pain it gives to the base of his wings.*

*Moon dashes in, trying to get to the other cuff. Hes cornered. She can get to him. She can save him. She can fix everything, if he would just cooperate.*

LET ME HELP YOU!

*She makes a grab with her shoulders to hold him in place.*

*Xelqua screams, his wings trembling as a mixture of pain and exhaustion threaten to make him unconscious.*

*But he is cornered. And weak. And not in a state to do much magic. Even still he weakly thrashes in Moons hold. Still hiding his eyes, his real eyes, from her.*

*Before he goes limp. Completely limp. The cuff crackles dangerously.*

*Moon grabs the cuff.*

*Moon doesn't feel pain very often. Before this, her time burning to death as a human would probably be the most painful thing she's experienced.*

*But this magic hurts to a different level. It's like every molecule of her body, every 1 and 0, is being torn apart.*

*She teleports back with the cuff, dropping it as soon as she lands next to the other one.*

*Her hand is burned from the magic. Ropes of fresh purple marks run their way up her arm. They intertwine with the eyes already there.*

*The eyes are awake. Moon slams the door shut and cradles her arm as she keeps the door pushed shut. Her shoulders shudder with silent sobs.*

*As soon as he's let go, Xelqua falls forward, his wings cushioning his fall. He doesn't seem to be awake.*

*Spore, upon hearing the ruckus, the screams, shouts, rushes over to Moon. Hopeing desperately she's okay.*

Moon?!

Don't touch them-

*She yanks her hands back from Spore and looks at them. The purple light is searing into her mind.*

Don't touch me. I'm- he- I can fix this. I can fix it all. You should leave, go get safe. Get safe from me.

*Spore holds their hands to their chest, so similar to Xelqua. They glance at the cuffs, at Moon, at the eyes.*

... oh voids...

*They step forward to Moon, unafraid, kicking the cuffs further down the hall.*

My dearest, you don't need to do this alone. Please, let me help you. I know this cursed magic best. Let me help you.

It's my fault, so I need to protect him. I need to protect you.

*Moon takes another few steps back as Spore steps forward. Her back hits the door and she slides down and sits.*

I can fix... I can...

*She's shuddering. It's hard to tell if its the pain or the mental anguish causing it.*

I don't want you to get hurt by them again. By me again.

He is strong, I am strong. We're stronger together, you don't need to do this alone.

*Spore sits down next to Moon, but not touching her. They wont do that without her permission.*

I'm very sure he would absolutely hate being told you can 'fix him'.

*They giggle a little.*

Leave the watcher magic to me, my dearest. Ive delta with it once. I can do it again. You focus on this.

*They hold a hand over their heart.*

*Moon fliches as they get close to her, but doesnt move again. Her eyes are staring straight ahead into the opposite wall.*

I should have left him in the woods. I hurt him, and he will go back to them just the same as he would without me.

*She lifts her arm, looking at the new marks.*

I don't know what to do anymore. I-

*Following Spore's direction, she places her non-injured hand on her heart and takes a few deep breaths.*

I don't know what to do now. He's going to be punished if he goes back, but he has to. I think thats Grian hit by some sort of reverse baby ray. Aged him up right into your Watcher time.

You likely freaked him out, yes. But if you give him a little time to wake up, and talk to him truthfully. He'll listen to you. He may be scared, but he'll listen.

*Spore offers their hands.*

You won't hurt me. That magic has, but with your hands, it wont.

We'll figure this out. Keep him around, get him to realize the watchers are bad, and when he goes back he can rebel.

*Moon hesitates, but grabs one of Spore's hands with her own uninjured hand. Her other one stays at her side. She relaxes a bit as they touch, and her shoulders slump. The goddess leans on her wife.*

I'm sorry, Dearest.

Its okay. We'll get through this, like we always do.

*They smile softly, rubbing Moon's hand and placing it over their heart.*

Can I see your other hand? I think I know how to help.

*Moon hesitates, but holds up her other hand.*

It doesn't hurt as bad now. He has it much worse.

*The skin is burnt all along where the new marks are. How did this form burn, being just light itself? The Watchers are too strong.*

I think I deserve it though. Pain for pain.

*Spore frowns seeing it. But its no surprise. They remember a similar pain many years ago.*

I don't think you deserve it. Come on, lets get you some aloe Vera, and he'll also need some. Asap.

*They stand up, still holding onto Moon's hand.*

*Moon pulls herself up. She pulls her gaze away from the cuffs and looks at Spore.*

Okay. Let's go.

*She needs to fix this.*

*Spore smiles, guiding Moon to the bathroom.*

You'll need to put the aloe Vera on his arm while he's knocked out. He trust you, won't take it from you when he wakes up.

I'll make food. He likely won't want to eat, but if you give him some time he will.

*Somthing, or rather, someone, is watching the server. Purple eyes flicking around. Never staying for more than a second. Hiding within the forest, crouched curled up in a ball, is one of them.*

- @ask-yhs-grian

Dammit.

*Moon approaches cautiously. She know they can see her, so she keeps her head high and tries to look as fearless as possible.*

Why have you come to this land? I thought your people would have learned their lesson after last time.

*Xelqua stays biting his tounge through sobs, balling up once more. One set of wings wraps around him like a fluffy feather sheild. The other 2 sets flap erratically, trying to keep Moon away.*

I- I cant- stop- I-

*He pushes himself further into the wall, not caring about the qche and pain it gives to the base of his wings.*

*Moon dashes in, trying to get to the other cuff. Hes cornered. She can get to him. She can save him. She can fix everything, if he would just cooperate.*

LET ME HELP YOU!

*She makes a grab with her shoulders to hold him in place.*

*Xelqua screams, his wings trembling as a mixture of pain and exhaustion threaten to make him unconscious.*

*But he is cornered. And weak. And not in a state to do much magic. Even still he weakly thrashes in Moons hold. Still hiding his eyes, his real eyes, from her.*

*Before he goes limp. Completely limp. The cuff crackles dangerously.*

*Moon grabs the cuff.*

*Moon doesn't feel pain very often. Before this, her time burning to death as a human would probably be the most painful thing she's experienced.*

*But this magic hurts to a different level. It's like every molecule of her body, every 1 and 0, is being torn apart.*

*She teleports back with the cuff, dropping it as soon as she lands next to the other one.*

*Her hand is burned from the magic. Ropes of fresh purple marks run their way up her arm. They intertwine with the eyes already there.*

*The eyes are awake. Moon slams the door shut and cradles her arm as she keeps the door pushed shut. Her shoulders shudder with silent sobs.*

*As soon as he's let go, Xelqua falls forward, his wings cushioning his fall. He doesn't seem to be awake.*

*Spore, upon hearing the ruckus, the screams, shouts, rushes over to Moon. Hopeing desperately she's okay.*

Moon?!

Don't touch them-

*She yanks her hands back from Spore and looks at them. The purple light is searing into her mind.*

Don't touch me. I'm- he- I can fix this. I can fix it all. You should leave, go get safe. Get safe from me.

*Spore holds their hands to their chest, so similar to Xelqua. They glance at the cuffs, at Moon, at the eyes.*

... oh voids...

*They step forward to Moon, unafraid, kicking the cuffs further down the hall.*

My dearest, you don't need to do this alone. Please, let me help you. I know this cursed magic best. Let me help you.

It's my fault, so I need to protect him. I need to protect you.

*Moon takes another few steps back as Spore steps forward. Her back hits the door and she slides down and sits.*

I can fix... I can...

*She's shuddering. It's hard to tell if its the pain or the mental anguish causing it.*

I don't want you to get hurt by them again. By me again.

He is strong, I am strong. We're stronger together, you don't need to do this alone.

*Spore sits down next to Moon, but not touching her. They wont do that without her permission.*

I'm very sure he would absolutely hate being told you can 'fix him'.

*They giggle a little.*

Leave the watcher magic to me, my dearest. Ive delta with it once. I can do it again. You focus on this.

*They hold a hand over their heart.*

*Moon fliches as they get close to her, but doesnt move again. Her eyes are staring straight ahead into the opposite wall.*

I should have left him in the woods. I hurt him, and he will go back to them just the same as he would without me.

*She lifts her arm, looking at the new marks.*

I don't know what to do anymore. I-

*Following Spore's direction, she places her non-injured hand on her heart and takes a few deep breaths.*

I don't know what to do now. He's going to be punished if he goes back, but he has to. I think thats Grian hit by some sort of reverse baby ray. Aged him up right into your Watcher time.

You likely freaked him out, yes. But if you give him a little time to wake up, and talk to him truthfully. He'll listen to you. He may be scared, but he'll listen.

*Spore offers their hands.*

You won't hurt me. That magic has, but with your hands, it wont.

We'll figure this out. Keep him around, get him to realize the watchers are bad, and when he goes back he can rebel.

*Moon hesitates, but grabs one of Spore's hands with her own uninjured hand. Her other one stays at her side. She relaxes a bit as they touch, and her shoulders slump. The goddess leans on her wife.*

I'm sorry, Dearest.

Its okay. We'll get through this, like we always do.

*They smile softly, rubbing Moon's hand and placing it over their heart.*

Can I see your other hand? I think I know how to help.

*Moon hesitates, but holds up her other hand.*

It doesn't hurt as bad now. He has it much worse.

*The skin is burnt all along where the new marks are. How did this form burn, being just light itself? The Watchers are too strong.*

I think I deserve it though. Pain for pain.