Children of the Rose

Multimuse The Dark Tower Ask/RP Blog for Blaine, Patricia, Mordred and Pennywise aka "The Children of the Rose". [Inbox is open, feel free to send in requests or questions, please specify which muse you`d like to answer, thank you~]This is a side blog to @eternalrosx which will mostly used for posting drawings of my little Project which i call "The Children of the Rose" and of course answering your questions.

[childrenoftherosx]

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Childrenoftherosx

Rules/About/Muses

Featuring: Blaine the Mono, Patricia the Mono, Mordred Deschain and Pennywise(AU) as well various side NPC`s based on the Dark Tower Lore

OC and Crossover Friendly

Independent Semi-Selective and Mutuals Only RP Blog

Mun is 30+ and has lots of rp experience

Heavily Headcanon Based, Inspired by the Graphic Novels as well the Books

Multi-Para and Novella prefered.

Reblogs are appreciated~ Also please read the rules before interacting, thanks

[childrenoftherosx]

Blaine and Patricia have been moved to the following blog

@drchandrx

It's a multi muse for AI characters which both fit in well and where I am mostly now. Feel free to check it out

[childrenoftherosx]

I wanted to write but I am literally bed bound due to unknown reasons, my legs feel like jelly 😩 not that this blog wasn't dead before 😥

[childrenoftherosx]

RP Promo

Childrenoftherosx

Rules/About/Muses

Featuring: Blaine the Mono, Patricia the Mono, Mordred Deschain and Pennywise(AU) as well various side NPC`s based on the Dark Tower Lore

OC and Crossover Friendly

Independent Semi-Selective and Mutuals Only RP Blog

Mun is 30+ and has lots of rp experience

Heavily Headcanon Based, Inspired by the Graphic Novels as well the Books

Multi-Para and Novella prefered.

Reblogs are appreciated~ Also please read the rules before interacting, thanks

[eternalrosx]

I am not sure if it's part of a new update but I can't change my desktop background any more. It's a simply ugly white on black mess and it triggers me hard 🙄 has anyone the same experience? If yes did you found a way how to fix it???

[thedragcnbrother]

Cont. from HERE

childrenoftherosx

Mordred had heard an awful lot about the guy in front of him. Mostly from his brother, Blaine. He also told him that this guy was supposed to be a dragon which made him even more interesting for the child.

"My name is Mordred Deschain and I heard an awful lot about you" his voice trembled in admiration. A shy smile appeared on his face and he cocked his head slightly.

"I wanted to meet you for a while now, but never really dared to approach you." he paused, thinking it was best to not tell the other that Blaine was the one who told him about Tom in the first place. "I also heard rumors that you're... That you're a dragon, is that right?" his bright blue eyes fixated Tom with childish curiosity.

"I love dragons but it's been so long since I've seen one. .." Mordred admitted, kicking a pebble on the ground nervously.

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Tom stretched a bit, attempting to half sit up the more the kid talked. Heard about him? Say the what? Okay, wait, wait, wait... who the hell was this kid, after all?

“Okay, wait. Slow down. Who said anything about me? What are you talking about?” He wasn’t about to just openly admit anything to some strange kid. For all he knew he worked for someone or was spying. There was a reason he had a guise. What was this? “Who are you talking about? Who said things?”

“Wait, you’ve seen a dragon?” Tom rubbed his eyes. Waking up now fully from where he’d been half asleep napping. “Dragon’s aren’t real, you know?” Okay, he nearly choked vomit on that one, but what the hell?

[childrenoftherosx]

“She is all but not mortal, I know. Still, the thought of hurting her makes me recoil in disgust, and yes, if i have any empathy at all, it’s for her..” Mordred replied, while taking in consideration what Tom had said. As the other got a phone to order him some clothes, Mordred quickly told him his size and let out a sigh. The sooner he could put on something the better. He felt incredibly weak at the moment and sort of served on a silver plate.

“Thank you for doing this for me, it’s kind of embarrassing standing around like this, i will pay for the clothes later!” Mordred muttered, looking at Tom and the small dragon who by now was trying to bite his ankles. Raising a brow cautiously, Mordred quickly took the chance and sat himself on a nearby chair, covering himself while watching Devrim with suspicion. It was strange being considered a snack for someone else, after all, so far Mordred had been the only one snacking on people...

“I guess that really must hurt, don’t you have some sort of chewing toy for him to bite on? To ease the pain? Or maybe even uhh...frozen human parts! As long its hard and cold i think it will ease his pain really good, it works with my little brother too, so it’s worth a shot!” given, Penny was far more dangerous when in pain than Devrim, Mordred thought, of course not saying it out loud, too much he was afraid of Tom losing his temper again.

@thedragcnbrother 

[childrenoftherosx]

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Questions over questions and Mordred couldn’t answer them, at least not now, since his head still was a mess. He had hit his head on his way here and ever since suffered of these mysterious headaches and amnesia on top of that. He couldn’t remember his name or why he was here in the first place. A faint spec of memory was too hazy at the moment to really remember correctly.

Rubbing his aching head, Mordred looked at the guy that introduced himself as Wil and nodded.

“Neverland? What a strange name...but about your other question...i am afraid i can’t tell you, i hit my head on my way here and can’t seem to remember who i am or why i am here in the first place” the kid felt dizzy again and leaned over to empty his upset stomach. He felt miserable.

@tinypaintedthings​

[childrenoftherosx]

Now Mordred felt a little stupid to even having asked such a question in the first place. He must have had hit his head harder than he first thought. The knowledge however that the island actually spoke to Wil did nothing but letting Mordred gasping in awe. How was that even possible? A talking island was the least thing he had expected. Then again, who could have known that he would land here in the first place.

“Talking islands, that’s something i haven’t heard before, but certainly sounds interesting” Mordred replied, rubbing the back of his head, exhausted from the fall. At the question whether he likes to dream or not, the child thought for a moment before answering. Dreaming was something he had experienced while he was unconscious, it was pleasant enough.

“Dreaming sounds nice, but you can’t really dream while you´re awake, or can you? Because that would be really strange” he said, wondering if Wil was merely making fun of him. Thinking about something was hard for Mordred for now. “I am not sure but i guess flying would be nice. But how does it work? I mean how could one possibly fly without feathers or at least a mechanical aid?” given, the thought of talking islands was alien enough for him. That is when his stomach began to growl. After the nausea was gone, the feeling of starvation hit Mordred like a truck. He needed something to eat and that asap. He wasn’t sure why this feeling was so pressing, but he felt his body strangely reacting towards that very basic human need. His skin began to prickle and he started to sweat. He closed his eyes for a moment to regain his posture, then opened them again, staring at Wil slightly dazzled.

“Wil, i think i need something to eat first...my stomach feels really strange, like i haven’t eaten in days...” Mordred exclaimed weakly. Maybe that was the truth, he couldn’t remember either way.

@tinypaintedthings 

[itsdeadlights]

“I didn’t change; I just see things differently now.”

— Unknown (via thoughtkick)

[tinypaintedthings]

childrenoftherosx​:

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Questions over questions and Mordred couldn’t answer them, at least not now, since his head still was a mess. He had hit his head on his way here and ever since suffered of these mysterious headaches and amnesia on top of that. He couldn’t remember his name or why he was here in the first place. A faint spec of memory was too hazy at the moment to really remember correctly.

Rubbing his aching head, Mordred looked at the guy that introduced himself as Wil and nodded.

“Neverland? What a strange name…but about your other question…i am afraid i can’t tell you, i hit my head on my way here and can’t seem to remember who i am or why i am here in the first place” the kid felt dizzy again and leaned over to empty his upset stomach. He felt miserable.

@tinypaintedthings​

“Not strange if it’s not strange to you~” Wil laughed, arching a brow mischievously but in fun jest at the new lost boy. “She’s called Neverland because those who come here never grow up or age.” He also nicely left off the part that said you never leave too once you come there, until he granted them access to leave or come and go, just like his father did before him.

“That’s because you’re lost, but we’re all lost here. Here we can be lost together~!” Wil exclaimed rather triumphantly raising his arms in the air. “Hmm… you do need a name, though. I’ll call you …. Finn… because you have eyes like the ocean and fish have fins, though I’d warn  you to stay away from the ocean here… unless you want to be a snack for the mermaids,” Wil giggled.

And then the kid leaned over and puked.

Wil gave him a firm pat on the back. “No worries.” Wil snapped his finger as if in show, and the vomit vanished into thin air. “Oh, I probably should have mentioned, I’m also Pan.”

[childrenoftherosx]

Feeling better after voiding his troubled stomach, Mordred wiped of his mouth and grimaced at the taste of bile. It made him heave again but thankfully it was gone by the minute.

"She? You gave the island a gender?" Mordred was more confused as before now, still trying to figure out what happened. Lost he was indeed, without knowledge or memory who he had been. Then the other gave him a surrogate name, Finn... For the time being it had to suffice he thought while getting up shakily on his feet.

"Also I am curious about how you did that vanishing thing? Like that's so practical!" he exclaimed, looking at Wil for a moment in silent awe. The kid then was gut with another name which made him stop in his tracks... Pan... Why did that name sounded so familiar?

"How am I supposed to call you, Wil or Pan? What do you prefer?" Mordred asked tentatively, tilting his head slightly.

@tinypaintedthings

[childrenoftherosx]

why do you hurt?

Patricia

you swallow pain & fold around it

you have always hurt. you hold it carefully, and twisted in such a way that other people don't have to see it. you don't choke on it. you don't drown. you just have it, the way some people have freckles, this is a thing that lives in your bones. you fold instead of fighting because you know how to make yourself small, tuck away the places where they have clawed at, swallow the bruises so you seem clean. nobody needs to see it. you will live through this on your own. you know what you need, and relief isn't it. this doesn't mean you cannot reach out - it means it is not in your nature to do so. you should. hiding does not mean you won't be seen. 

[childrenoftherosx]

This couldn’t be right, there must have been a mistake, a malfunction in circuits somewhere…otherwise how would make this mess any sense? Blaine, the one and only Monorail that had survived eons of loneliness as solemn ruler of Lud, semi-god to the people of said city, defeated by a foolish man creature that was only able to crack stupid jokes diffamined as riddles? It couldn’t be, yet something was wrong and Blaine could feel it. The body he once had inhabited was gone, all that was left was this nagging feeling of emptiness, defeat and painful awareness that for once it was him who had lost.

He was smart, more than that even…he was a dipolar computer, engineered by one of the greatest minds the Old Ones had ever brought upon this world…yet Blaine was dead, the word normally only reserved for those of flesh and blood now also made the Mono a ghost that once was, doomed to wander eternity in the empty hall of ruins…Alone, no wait he wasn’t alone, Patricia had to be here as well, she had killed herself so many years before, she had to be here.

Panic struck Blaine as he frantically tried to locate his twin before realizing that he hadn’t even had a body anymore, not able to move at all, at least not physically. This incredible loneliness came through again and for the first time in his long long life, Blaine felt like crying, as illogical it sounded for a machine to develope emotions like this. Yet, hadn’t he said himself that he was far more than a machine? So much more than that he believed himself to be.

“PATRICIA!” he called out, only emptiness came back to him. Again, he yelled out her name, fifty seconds and more, nothing. He didn’t wanted to admit it but he had missed her greatly after she had ended her life in that river so many years ago, or had it been centuries already?. As far he was concerned, these flimsy concepts like time, didn’t really mattered for him anymore, had even stopped being important years ago. Now while facing his death on hand, Blaine wished for nothing more than to rejoice with his long gone sister, staying with her to fill the ever-growing void in his inhuman heart.

“Please show yourself to me… I am sorry for the way I treated you when you felt sad and alone.. I wish for nothing more than to reconsile our relationship, as it was before the world has moved on” another plead, met with the same silence as before. Wandering further down the line of the halls of ruin, Blaine became increasingly more tired and felt sluggish out of sudden. Like something or someone had grabbed him, keeping him from moving forward.

He tried to free himself, it was fruitless however, since as soon Blaine attempted to move, it’s invisible grip became even stronger.

It was then that he heard a voice from above, an incredible soft, gentle voice.

//Everything will be okay, please keep calm and trust me… I mean no harm. // Blaine just stared blankly ahead before feeling the frustration that had built up in him bursting out without a warning.

“Who are you…” as soon his anger came, as quickly it was gone again… Leaving behind a broken and tired being. He slumped on the ground, too weak to struggle much longer. Deciding to give up, Blaine laid down and waited upon the things that would happen to him eventually.. . His thoughts were with his sister right now, wherever she may have been as of now…

Then, his mind suddenly changed and he found himself in a rather familiar place, it was his cradle, he must have been brought back by some sort of… Miracle?

But there was something off… He felt strange, just as a sensation hit him, he could actually feel his heartbeat! Blaine sat on the ground, looking up at someone who was staring at him with curious intent.

“I am glad it worked, Blaine. Welcome back in the world of the living” the voice said, smiling. “Don’t worry, you’re not alone, since someone here is already eager to see you…” she turned around and revealed a youthful looking girl with blue hairs and skin, a faint smile grazed her features.

“Hello, Blaine…” the girl said, walking up to the other gracefully. “I missed you… I really did… It was so lonely in the halls of ruin…” Patricia confessed, looking at her side, biting her bottom lip. Blaine grabbed her hands and pulled her into a tight embrace, using arms for the first time in his life… It really felt strange… While Patricia returned the embrace willingly, the older woman gave both a gentle smile.

“You got a second chance, Blaine, just as your sister has… Be grateful for it and never forget that live is precious, no matter what kind of live…” the woman spoke calmly, tilting her head slightly.

“My name is Bessa, by the way. And it was I who brought you back… Ka’s plan for you isn’t over yet, there are still things you have to go through, before your soul get its well deserved rest… That is the reason I revived you and Patricia, so that you may aid in my objectives.. "Bessa explained while watching the former trains hugging each other.

"A lot has happened, but don’t worry, I will fill you in accordingly..” she added with another tilted smile.

Blaine had listened only half way through Bessas explaining, more invested with Patricia in his arms.

“Follow me and we will talk…”

[childrenoftherosx]

Mordred and Blaine (done with a doll maker which link I forgot 🙄)

[childrenoftherosx]

This couldn’t be right, there must have been a mistake, a malfunction in circuits somewhere...otherwise how would make this mess any sense? Blaine, the one and only Monorail that had survived eons of loneliness as solemn ruler of Lud, semi-god to the people of said city, defeated by a foolish man creature that was only able to crack stupid jokes diffamined as riddles? It couldn’t be, yet something was wrong and Blaine could feel it. The body he once had inhabited was gone, all that was left was this nagging feeling of emptiness, defeat and painful awareness that for once it was him who had lost.

He was smart, more than that even...he was a dipolar computer, engineered by one of the greatest minds the Old Ones had ever brought upon this world...yet Blaine was dead, the word normally only reserved for those of flesh and blood now also made the Mono a ghost that once was, doomed to wander eternity in the empty hall of ruins...Alone, no wait he wasn’t alone, Patricia had to be here as well, she had killed herself so many years before, she had to be here.

Panic struck Blaine as he frantically tried to locate his twin before realizing that he hadn’t even had a body anymore, not able to move at all, at least not physically. This incredible loneliness came through again and for the first time in his long long life, Blaine felt like crying, as illogical it sounded for a machine to develope emotions like this. Yet, hadn’t he said himself that he was far more than a machine? So much more than that he believed himself to be.

“PATRICIA!” he called out, only emptiness came back to him. Again, he yelled out her name, fifty seconds and more, nothing. He didn’t wanted to admit it but he had missed her greatly after she had ended her life in that river so many years ago, or had it been centuries already?. As far he was concerned, these flimsy concepts like time, didn't really mattered for him anymore, had even stopped being important years ago. Now while facing his death on hand, Blaine wished for nothing more than to rejoice with his long gone sister, staying with her to fill the ever-growing void in his inhuman heart.

"Please show yourself to me... I am sorry for the way I treated you when you felt sad and alone.. I wish for nothing more than to reconsile our relationship, as it was before the world has moved on" another plead, met with the same silence as before. Wandering further down the line of the halls of ruin, Blaine became increasingly more tired and felt sluggish out of sudden. Like something or someone had grabbed him, keeping him from moving forward.

He tried to free himself, it was fruitless however, since as soon Blaine attempted to move, it's invisible grip became even stronger.

It was then that he heard a voice from above, an incredible soft, gentle voice.

//Everything will be okay, please keep calm and trust me... I mean no harm. // Blaine just stared blankly ahead before feeling the frustration that had built up in him bursting out without a warning.

"Who are you..." as soon his anger came, as quickly it was gone again... Leaving behind a broken and tired being. He slumped on the ground, too weak to struggle much longer. Deciding to give up, Blaine laid down and waited upon the things that would happen to him eventually.. . His thoughts were with his sister right now, wherever she may have been as of now...

Then, his mind suddenly changed and he found himself in a rather familiar place, it was his cradle, he must have been brought back by some sort of... Miracle?

But there was something off... He felt strange, just as a sensation hit him, he could actually feel his heartbeat! Blaine sat on the ground, looking up at someone who was staring at him with curious intent.

"I am glad it worked, Blaine. Welcome back in the world of the living" the voice said, smiling. "Don't worry, you're not alone, since someone here is already eager to see you..." she turned around and revealed a youthful looking girl with blue hairs and skin, a faint smile grazed her features.

"Hello, Blaine..." the girl said, walking up to the other gracefully. "I missed you... I really did... It was so lonely in the halls of ruin..." Patricia confessed, looking at her side, biting her bottom lip. Blaine grabbed her hands and pulled her into a tight embrace, using arms for the first time in his life... It really felt strange... While Patricia returned the embrace willingly, the older woman gave both a gentle smile.

"You got a second chance, Blaine, just as your sister has... Be grateful for it and never forget that live is precious, no matter what kind of live..." the woman spoke calmly, tilting her head slightly.

"My name is Bessa, by the way. And it was I who brought you back... Ka's plan for you isn't over yet, there are still things you have to go through, before your soul get its well deserved rest... That is the reason I revived you and Patricia, so that you may aid in my objectives.. "Bessa explained while watching the former trains hugging each other.

"A lot has happened, but don't worry, I will fill you in accordingly.." she added with another tilted smile.

Blaine had listened only half way through Bessas explaining, more invested with Patricia in his arms.

"Follow me and we will talk..."

[soulrph]

discovering the secrets prompts.

“ i’ve… i’ve been keeping something from you. ”

“ you’re lying. you’ve always been lying… ”

“ tell me the truth! i deserve that much, at least! ”

“ you’re hiding something from me… ”

“ why didn’t you tell me? ”

“ you should know the truth. all of it. every ugly detail about me. ”

“ no! no more lies! tell me the truth! ”

“ everyone has skeletons in their closet. me included. but you know about mine, and i know nothing about yours. ”

“ you wanted to tell me something? ”

“ there’s something else. isn’t there? something you haven’t told me. ”

“ i can’t help you unless you tell me the truth. ”

“ it… it isn’t really a lie. just something i never told you. ”

“ you deserve to know everything about me. all of it. so… here. listen/read/watch all of it. it’ll tell you everything you need to know. ”

“ this file/video… it contains everything you need to know. i’ll accept whatever you decide after. ”

“ i know i lied. and… and i’m so sorry… ”

“ i kept it from you, but this knowledge will get you killed! ”

“ stop lying to me! ”

“ i found this in your room. but before i open it… i want to give you an opportunity to tell me what’s in it. ”

“ wait! i can explain! ”

“ let me guess, you can explain? terrific. tell me how i’ve misunderstood this. ”

“ i thought we agreed no more secrets… ”

“ i can’t keep being left in the dark. ”

“ no. no, no more of this. i’m done. either tell me what’s going on, or this is the last time we see each other. ”

“ secrets get people killed. ”

“ i almost died over this! you owe me the truth! ”

“ …i can’t believe i ever trusted you. ”

“ i need you to understand why i never told you about this. ”

“ don’t let my current life fool you. i have a past that i wish i could bury. ”

“ i… i’m not the person you think i am. ”

“ i’ve been lying to you this whole time! why are you still here with me!? ”

“ how can you stay by my side, knowing what i just told you? ”

“ ignorance is bliss, right? so… do you want to know the truth? ”

“ don’t lie to me. was it you? did you do this? “

[thedragcnbrother]

childrenoftherosx​:

Mordred was looking at his left side, not proud of it himself. He didn’t event wanted to do so, it was out of a deeply seated primal fear , called starving.

“I didn’t wanted to do it but I was so hungry and as soon I came out of her, my senses took over and the rest is history…” he muttered, rubbing the back of his head with a sour expression. “It was like an animalistic urge and I was glad I was teached to suppress this needs with the help of the goddess that took me in” Mordred added, all the while looking at Tom with a hint of shame.

“That dragons have dialects tho is pretty cool, too bad there are so few left” the boy said, wondering if this whole situation would end well for him. It was no secret that Tom really seems to be angry. “I feel sorry for the little guy, it really sucks to be born of no real parents… Lucky he has you” he added quickly. Mordred had hoped that the whole thing ended different but was glad that Devrim really wasn’t able to do much and Tom didn’t really do anything aside of blowing steam…

@thedragcnbrother

Tom had to admit, that was a little shocking, although, he did suppose he had heard somewhat over the years of some spiders eating their mates and so forth, it wasn’t that big of a reach. Still, a mother is somewhere where even he wouldn’t go. Other people’s mother’s sure, but his own, no. Family was actually very important to Tom, the sense of his Clan, his own.

Still, he didn’t say anything.

“Relax,” Tom exhaled with a slight twisted lift to his almost smile. “I’m not judging you~,” his voice rolled. “Different species do different things. You can’t control instincts. That’s what they are, the very definition of an instinct is something that you act on or do without thought. You can’t feel bad about that and you shouldn’t have to try to retrain what you are.”

“I don’t~.”

The evidence of the desk’s remains was evidence of that.

He was a Fire Dragon, what did anyone expect?

“We’re coming back,” he stated to the boy’s other comment on so few dragons being left. He had Devrim and Cal now. Things were turning. He had the patience of a hundred thousand years.

“Don’t feel sorry for him. He’s a Dragon. We don’t need pity like we’re a low little’ thing’… and he does have parents. He had me and my mate,” he slipped publicly for the first time.

“Really, if you want some human meat, I can give you some. I can get Devrim and you a snack you guys can share. I won’t tell anyone.. promise.”

[childrenoftherosx]

Mordred wasn't really convinced about Tom's words but decided it was best to keep it that way. He didn't felt like talking much anymore. Maybe it had been a bad idea to come here in the first place.

"I guess, still I rather would not like to make it a common thing to happen. I am afraid that one day It could happen to the goddess that took me in and nourished me..." he would never forgive himself if Bessa would get hurt because of him... In many ways, she had been his mother ever since that moment...

"Not pity, more like empathie? Dunno I am sort of bad with both. Well good for him that he has you and your mate.." he was surprised to hear that Tom had someone as a spouse. He didn't really come off as someone with a family. The mention of a snack made Mordred listen again, he cocked his head and blinked a little dumbfounded. Does he have a stash on human meat here somewhere??

"I sure could eat something, but I don't want to take away anything from your kid..." he replied, still protecting his naked body with a picture. "Aside of food, you don't have to happen some spare clothing to share mabye?" Mordred gave Tom an embarrassed look.

@thedragcnbrother

[childrenoftherosx]

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE(Now everyone should have 2021 by now so i can finally write it uwu

[plcasantnights]

@childrenoftherosx

The funny thing about Eddie and all of his bullshit is that he tends to wind up in places that he frankly shouldn’t be. And nothing has much changed with that, save for the fact that he had finally, once and for all, been reconnected with his near and dear travelling partner, Roland Deschain. Of which he was, of course, once again separated from.

But not by much.

Roland is close by. Near enough that Eddie felt comfortable to go looking for something to eat for the both of them. His silence is only a sign that he’s looking for something, peeking around trees that jut through the great, forgotten structures of The Old Ones. Occasionally he’ll go still for a long time, looking off in one direction. Honestly he was getting pretty goddamn fed up with this whole hunting thing. Half a mind to march back to Roland and tell the man he should shove it and starve, actually.

That seemed a little unfair, though. Even to him. So his silence and hunting continues. The gun is drawn, the butt of it resting gently at his side on his thigh. Away from his foot, thank God. He’s hunting, though, hunting.

And. Should anyone be watching him, he certainly doesn’t notice.

[childrenoftherosx]

At that Blaine stopped suddenly and had a look of pure surprise on his face. That mongrel knew Bessa? How could someone refined as her, even know a low-life such as Eddie? He made a mental note to ask the goddess later on how exactly this sort of aquaintance has been built...

“You`re friends with her? Did i hear that right???” he asked, raising a brow, still not able to believe that. Eddie Dean, friends with a divine being? There are still things you learn each day it seemed...Fine, he knew her, but he still had a grudge against him, so what should he do? Blaine didn’t wanted to lose the faith of Bessa, yet at the same time, revenge was something he deserved...

“So what are you suggesting, Eddie? I still have a hard time believing that you know her at all. Besides of that, you have hurt me pretty bad back then and i am still mad over it...”he added, lowering his arms until they were remaining in a neutral position. That wasn’t a thing he had wanted to happen. Now his plan was for naught and a new plan had to be hatched....revenge without beating? Questions over questions...

“My sister Patricia and i refer ourselves as her guardians, she sees us as her children however, the same goes for Mordred and Penny, but the last one you probably don’t know...or maybe you do, if after all you`re really an aquaintance of Bessa...”Blaine muttered, rubbing the back of his head.

@plcasantnights