to obtain by fate.

PANDORA’S BOX COULD NOT BE UNOPENED; NO ONE COULD RETURN TO EDEN.

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𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐌𝐀, measurer of the thread of life ; 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒, condemned to hold up the heavens for eternity. — 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

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hi everyone, so… it’s been a long time since i’ve last been on here. a lot of things in my life have changed. i passed the bar exam, got sworn in as an attorney. i’m a criminal lawyer now. i’m in a loving relationship with someone who makes me feel the happiest i’ve ever felt in my life. but a couple things that haven’t changed are my love for writing and my appreciation for all of you. unfortunately, my lifestyle doesn’t allow for much free time for multiple hobbies. as i’m sure you can tell by looking at the last time i was on here, i have sacrificed this blog to make room for other things in life. it’s not something that came easily. i miss it all the time. but i just don’t have the capacity to upkeep this blog anymore, to plot, to have multiple threads going all at once. it isn’t fair to my writing partners. (i kept y’all waiting long enough when i had less things going on in my life!)

so it is with a heavy heart that i have to officially announce that i am indefinitely shutting this blog down. i am not deleting this blog so i can keep my writing up somewhere. i like to look back on it and remember all the wonderful stories i’ve created with you all.

i hope to see you all again. i hope we cross paths in one way or another. i am linking my cosplay insta here in case anyone wants to keep touch on social media. please send me a DM and let me know who you are so i can follow you back.

please take care of yourselves. thank you for everything.

all my love,

bree

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❛  let's be normal. see bad movies, sneak a beer, and watch tv.  ❜ (For Orias where Orias is literally thousands of years old, and Irish, and Matt is definitely over 21 and therefore they do not need to sneak beers)

"You lost me at, 'let's be normal.'" The demon lets out a chuckle, nudging his friend with his elbow. It takes him a moment to fully absorb what Matt said, but when he does, his brows furrow. Watching bad movies, he can get behind. Most of the time, he had no idea whether a movie was bad, anyway. But...

"Why are we... sneaking beer? Your dad being possessive of it or something? Maybe we should unpack that."

[seraphichost-moved-blog]

rping with adhd

starting a reply and then pausing to check your dash and never returning

and then when you do go back you forget where you were going with the reply

saving all your replies in your drafts to ‘do later’ and never doing them

thinking about saving your drafts and saying you’ll remember it and the not remembering it

writing a sentence and then thinking of something cool to say later on mid-sentence and writing that instead and then never going back to finish your first sentence

30 different tabs open at all times

stopping replying to format posts/themes instead

putting things in your likes to reblog later but never doing it

10 different tags for one type of post

missing out a detail in a reply because you only skimmed it bc you don’t have the attention-span to read a long-ass para

i literally stopped writing this post for about half an hour because i started dash browsing how do i get anything done

[trxplehelix]

@decimatlas

These two are actual menaces to society and need to be immediately detained. Fools. Buffoons.

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☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. It's time to spread positivity!!!! ☆

OH FRIEND. SO SO MUCH LOVE. YOU ARE ONE OF MY FAVORITE BLOGS, OF COURSE. YOU BRIGHTEN MY DAY, EVERY DAY. ON AND OFFLINE.

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fifty vine starter sentences for when it’s 3am

‘ NOT ON MY WATCH. ’ ‘ you thought it was over? … ha. ’ ‘ pepsi bottle? coca cola glass? i don’t give a damn. ’ ‘ aa … aaa …. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. ’ ‘ so you just gon’ bring me a birthday gift on my birthday to my birthday party on my birthday with a birthday gift? ’ ‘ why are you running? why are you running? ’ ‘ just because my parents won’t let me get makeup, or piercings, doesn’t make me a fucking preppy. fuck preppies. ’ ‘ god first. skating second. hit me up on christian mingle. ’ ‘ welcome back to me screaming … AAAAAAAAAAA- ’ ‘ oh my gosh, is that corbin bleu from jump in? ’ ‘ it’s me, jessie, and ari, if he … if they test me they sorry. ’ ‘ okay guys … i’m about to say a curse word, you ready? … shut up! ’ ‘ on all levels except physical, i am a wolf. ’ ‘ i thought you were bae! … turns out you’re just fam… ’ ‘ i mean … you’re so tall, you must have a problem. ’ ‘ i sneezed, oh, i’m not allowed to sneeze? ’ ‘ sorry i’m on the toilet, hope the ice cream don’t melt! ’ ‘ oh my fuckin’ god, she fuckin’ dead. ’ ‘ I’M A BAD BITCH YOU CAN’T KILL ME! ’ ‘ we all die, you either kill yourself or get killed. ’ ‘ hey, my name is ____, i got a basketball game tomorrowwww, i’m a point guard. ’ ‘ i’m washing me and my clothes, bitch! i’m washing me and my clothes.. ’ ‘ MY DICK FELL OFF! ’ ‘ THIS IS WHY MOM DOESN’T FUCKING LOVE YOU. ’ ‘ so no head? ’ ‘ yogurt is just fruit sperm! and i’m not gay. ’ ‘ hi, welcome to chili’s. ’ ‘ that’s what good pussy sounds like. ’ ‘ stop saying i look like chicken little. he’s dumb, and he’s a coward. and i am NOT  a coward! ’ ‘ if your name is ____ and you’re really handsome, come on raise your hand! ’ ‘ bitch! why you mad? ‘cause my pussy pops severely, and yours don’t?! ’ ‘ merry crisis. ’ ‘ i love you bitch. i ain’t gonna ever stop loving you …. bitch. ’ ‘ what up? i’m ____, i’m nineteen, and i never fuckin’ learned how to read. ’ ‘ this bitch empty! YEET! ’ ‘ and they were roommates ! ’ ‘ is that a weed?! i’m calling the police! ’ ‘ today my brother pushed me so i am starting a kickstarter to put him down. the benefits of killing him would be: i would get pushed way less. ’ ‘ it is wednesday my dudes …. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- ’ ‘ i won’t hesitate, bitch! ’ ‘ welcome to bible study, we’re all children of JESUS! ’ ‘ i spilled lipstick in your valentino bag. ’ ‘ you are my dad, you’re my dad! boogie woogie woogie. ’ ‘ i got two free tacos! ’ ‘ road work ahead? uh, yeah, i sure hope it does! ’ ‘ turn off the flash, you fucking moron. ’ ‘ get that education bro! GET THAT EDUCATION BRO! ’ ‘ yes, she is a bitch. b i c t … h. ’ ‘ ohhh shit, what is that? who you fightin’? ’ ‘ don’t fuck with me! i have the power of god and anime on my side! ’

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kenzi in every episode - lost girl 1x04

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ORIAS ; then shall he say also unto them on the left hand, 'depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire.' / art credit.

Under the 'read more' is a bio for my semi-fandomless original character, Orias. He was originally crafted for the Supernatural universe, and still meshes well with the lore – several plot points of his are extracted from or influenced by the show. However, his backstory relies heavily upon my own personal interpretation of demons and Hell, which does not necessarily follow Supernatural canon. You do not need to have watched the show to indulge in or understand Orias' lore.

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BASICS

HUMAN NAME. Daniel James O'Toole DEMONIC NAME. Orias KNOWN AS. Hell's golden boy (by some) BIRTHDAY. May 14, 1841 AGE. 1000+ (time runs differently in Hell) GENDER & PRONOUNS. Cis male, he/him SEXUALITY. Grey/bisexual ETHNICITY. Was Irish SPECIES. Demon RESIDENCE. Terrena Inferni, Hell

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE / VESSEL

HEIGHT. 5'10" (178 cm) WEIGHT. 163 lbs (74 kg) HAIR. Brunet EYES. Brown BUILD. Athletic SCARS. None TATTOOS. None PIERCINGS. None FACE CLAIM. Dylan O'Brien

PERSONALITY

ZODIAC. Taurus MBTI. ESFP-T (The Entertainer) ENNEAGRAM. Type 2 (The Helper) ALIGNMENT. Neutral Good

Orias shatters many a stereotype; though his soul was twisted and mangled with centuries of torture, he never lost his kind heart. He rules his region with an air of empathy, despite all odds – perhaps even in spite of them. He's a bit awkward by nature, though he should never be underestimated. His friendly demeanor only lasts for as long as one remains in his good graces.

ETC.

PARENTS. Harold & Eliza O'Toole (Deceased) SIBLINGS. Margaret O'Toole (Deceased) LANGUAGES. Can speak all languages

ABILITIES

Biokinesis, immunity from exorcism rites, super strength and stamina, spell-casting, teleportation, pyrokinesis, telekinesis, immortality (unless killed), invulnerability to conventional methods of killing, tactile exorcism.

BACKSTORY

Daniel James O’Toole was born on May 14, 1841 to Harold and Eliza O'Toole in Clara, County Offaly, Ireland. He was the younger sibling to Margaret O'Toole, who was born on April 3, 1838. Only a few short years after Daniel was born, Ireland suffered during the Great Famine, and left his family – among thousands of others – impoverished, starved, and sickly. Daniel was only 13 years old when his father passed away due to disease and malnutrition. His mother, who had also become frail,  tried to hold herself together for her children. Margaret took up the role as another parental figure for Daniel; even though she was only a few years older than him, Margaret cared for him the majority of the time. Eliza had to work three jobs to support the family after Harold passed away.

When Daniel was 19 years old, Margaret fell ill with influenza. Because of the impoverishment in his town, Margaret could not be treated, and all of the doctors in town said that it was only a matter of time before Margaret died from the sickness. Daniel was overwhelmed by this news, and he spent hours every night researching and finding ways to heal Margaret himself. He had begun to lose hope over time, and it wasn’t until he stumbled across a book on demons in his local library that he believed there was absolutely no hope at all of saving his sister. 

The book Daniel found was old and worn, and it had not been touched by any resident of his little town for many years. Inside, it went over the process of making a demon deal, and he had only gotten through a small portion of its history and effects before he was researching how to make a deal himself. He knew that it was against his Catholic religious beliefs and morals to do so, but he was so desperate to make a deal that he didn’t care about the consequences. 

And so, he made the deal.

He was, in fact, so desperate that he allowed the demon that he summoned to trick him into taking five years off of his time on Earth, making him only 24 years old when the hellhounds finally came to retrieve him. He didn’t even care that his time left on Earth was short; Margaret was healed almost immediately, and the doctors around town claimed that her recovery was a miracle.

Daniel kept track of the days he had left on Earth. Even then, he treated every day as if it was his last, picking up odd jobs and giving half his money to Margaret, and the other half to families around town that needed it more than he did. He was loved by everyone he knew, and his town was absolutely devastated when Daniel one day went missing five years after his sister’s recovery. The search party that was sent out to find him never even found his body; some parishioners of his local church claimed that he was taken to Heaven for being such a devout individual. 

The reality, however, was quite the contrary. 

Daniel O'Toole reached Hell and was thrown into a region and tortured for hundreds upon hundreds of years. He and the other righteous souls who had sacrificed themselves for a loved one were subject to intense burns, as a technicality to avoid the first apocalyptic seal from breaking (to release Lucifer from his captivity) was to ensure that a righteous soul did not shed blood in Hell. 

Daniel’s soul became twisted by the torture, eventually resembling that of a demon’s. He, like many other souls in Hell, was offered to torture other souls instead of being tortured. Daniel had turned this offer down for hundreds of years, but he eventually took the offer when he had finally devised a plan himself. 

The souls that were to torture others had more of a free pass to wander where they wanted in Hell, so as long as they did not leave the confines of their region. Daniel, who was given the name Orias and willingly accepted it, had heard whispers of a demon by the name of Crowley, who had just been crowned King of Hell. Orias disobeyed the rules of his region and crossed the border of the region in search of this king. He wandered long and far until he came upon him, and it took a long period of begging and reasoning with other demons before he could even reach Crowley himself. 

Unlike many demons, who approached Crowley in search for power, Orias had a rather humble request: that all pure souls who made deals with pure intentions had a place to go in Hell that was less brutal than what he and countless others had to go through. Crowley almost immediately dismissed Orias, until the clever demon pointed out that crossroads demons could use this new region as a way to get more people to make deals, in addition to ensuring no apocalyptic seals were broken. 

Crowley, being a new king and fearing the rise of Lucifer, found this idea rather intriguing and gave Orias a region and leadership over it to make it the way he felt it should be. Souls slowly made their way into this new region, and it was soon named Terrena Inferni – or Earthly Hell – due to its Earth-like feel. It was also nicknamed the Neutral Region, since whenever there was a conflict in Hell, Orias wanted nothing to do with them. Crowley allowed this to be so, as Orias had done him a favor.

TERRENA INFERNI

Terrena Inferni, or the Neutral Region, is a concept created entirely by me.

Terrena Inferni, sometimes referred to as Terrena or the Neutral Region, is a more earthly region of Hell. Souls in this region do not get tortured as they do in other regions in Hell. Instead, souls in the region are subject to conditions that they would not wish to feel on Earth: constant hunger and thirst, uncomfortableness in the environment around them, a looming feeling of sadness. Souls in the region commonly see things that haunted them in their lifetime, whether it be the reason they sold their soul or someone they could not save. Since Hell has to be somewhat of a punishment, the region’s environment had to punish the souls in it somehow, even if they did not deserve it. 

Located outside of other areas in Hell, Terrena is untouched by Crowley, even when Hell undergoes redesigns and physical changes. Souls in Terrena feel a constant feeling of uncomfortableness and hunger, as if they were homeless people on Earth. The environment itself is unpredictable and makes the souls that reside there feel perpetually uncomfortable. It is usually on the colder side, with random spikes of scorching hot weather at inconvenient times. The souls eat and sleep as humans would, but they never get enough of anything they consume, and they never get enough sleep. Even the region looks rather earthly; there are buildings in the region that resemble run down shacks and saloons from all different time periods. 

When any demons from outside of the region enter, it is common for them to feel weakened; even demons who enter the region are subject to its effects. 

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lil reminder i have moved eden to her own blog again @heartslayer ◡̈

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finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for .

(from Benji for Brock 😈)

"Hey, man, you... you doing okay?" Brock can hardly hide the concern from his face. There's something... off about Benji at the moment; it's as if he's suddenly become uncomfortable? Nervous? Brock can't quite place the energy. Has he done something wrong? It's hard for him to not blame himself for the sudden shift, seeing as they're the only two in the room at the moment.

All he knows is that the thought of Benji being upset with him kills him. Brock runs back in his head everything that he'd said in the past few minutes. Sure, it was some heavy conversation – about love, loss... but it wasn't something they'd never talked about before.

So... why was it different? Why did it feel different this time? Mutterings of 'yeah, it sucked,' 'there's someone out there for you,' felt heavier this time, as if there was something underneath – or perhaps between the lines – waiting to emerge.

And now, Benji has a distant look in his eyes, as if he's looking through Brock rather than at him. Brock places the GameCube controller beside him on the bed, shifting to face his friend. He's gotta fix this. He can't stand this silence – this heavy silence. "Listen, I didn't mean to kill the mood–" Brock starts, only to be cut off by Benji suddenly pushing himself forward and pressing their lips together.

Oh?

Oh.

This is what was different. This is what was between the lines. How could he have been so... stupid? It's been here the whole time, hasn't it? This connection between them. As if on instinct, Brock's eyes flutter shut and he leans into the kiss, his hands moving to Benji's arms, and he anchors himself to him.

And when the two pull away, Brock's eyes open again, flitting up and down like mad. He takes in Benji's expression, his every feature. Yes... he supposes he's felt this connection for a while now; he just couldn't put a name to it. Or perhaps... just perhaps, he had been too afraid to.

"So..." Brock quietly starts again, clearing his throat. His mind races, yet one question comes to the forefront: Where the hell do they go from here?

"I... didn't kill the mood, then?"

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"You ever get sad that demons can't sleep? I mean, personally those few hours of unconsciousness are the only things I look forward to in a day." (Matt to Orias)

"... You know..." The demon starts, his brows furrowing. In truth, Orias hadn't put thought into it before. Sure, he used to sleep when he was a human, but since then? Not sleeping had become second nature to him. It's a funny thing, what centuries upon centuries of being inhuman will do to the mind. The little things – small reminders of who he used to be – fall through the cracks.

"I guess it'd be nice to be unconscious every now and then." Orias finally concludes. Yes, it would be quite nice – to fade into nothingness for a few hours. But those days were far behind him. Those days could never return.

"I think I'm gonna be sad about this for a little bit, yeah."

[rpclefairy]

𝐁𝐆𝟑 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

a selection of lines from the various companions' banter quotes (not cut scene dialogues!) from baldur's gate 3. these are generally spoiler free and non context specific so they can apply to different settings and dynamics! feel free to change names and the like to customize the prompts.

“Death can't have me. Not yet…”

“Calm yourself. There is plenty of me to go around.”

“Realmspace is vast. Countless worlds to be mapped, kingdoms to be conquered.”

“I have missed this. The adventure. The danger. The kicking of butts!

“Let me guess - you need something.”

“Such attention.. I never realised I was so popular.”

“Let's cook with fire, baby.”

“Do you intend to vocalise every thought?. Or just the most obvious ones?”

“Wherever we go, ye gods let there be something green.”

“Careful, or I will take your toy away from you.”

“Watch your elders and learn.”

“Perhaps try attacking the enemy?”

“So much we don't know, lingering in the furthest reaches of existence.”

“All the world's my stage and you're just a player in it.”

“The shadows are my friend.”

“Yes, yes, have your fun. It isn't you they're trying to kill.”

“Feet planted firmly on Faerûn, please.”

“Admirable stamina, yet terrible priorities.”

“Well you certainly have the 'omnipresent' part down, don't you?”

“I am ready, whatever may come.”

“My faith protects me.”

“Need a throat slitting?”

“Death greets us all - but not today.”

“You need my expertise?”

“Can you feel death's cold grip?”

“So many stars, so many mysteries yet to be discovered.”

“Death comes quietly.”

“And I thought we were going to be friends.”

“Locked tight, but there must be some way to open it.”

“No, you can't die. Get up, damn you!

“You had my attention, now you have my fury.”

“From silence to suffering.”

“So many worlds out there. You'd need a thousand lifetimes to see them all - more.”

“I hope this is important. For your sake.”

“Let them gaze deep into their own abyss, and wonder just what it is they are trying to achieve.”

“I ought to just burn this whole thing down.”

“We have slightly more pressing matters to attend to.”

“You have still have time to surrender.”

“Every kicked buttock, another step on the path.”

“Weave save me. I can't take much more…

“You are right to fear me.”

“Let me look around. Might be something that'll help me crack this thing.”

“Incredible, to think how many worlds exist beyond this tiny speck within a speck I call home.”

“I really wish I could cast a Hold spell on you.”

“I can fawn over my face later.”

“Ready for another round?”

“Keep your blade close.”

“I can't unlock it from here, but there must be a switch or a button somewhere…”

“No, that's not moving. There must be a way to open it somewhere.”

“Battle favours the fearless.”

“Sleep with one eye open, evil. Maybe both.”

“Gotta be something around here to unlock this thing.”

“Why do beautiful people taste better?. It hardly seems fair on the ugly - they have such wonderful personalities.”

“Oh, calm down. I'm happy to see you too.”

“Just go for the Magic Missile and fire away. Never fails.”

“Still standing, no matter what you heard.”

“Enough waiting. I crave blood.”

“Hang on - I won't allow this. You aren't dead, go it?”

“GODS, it's HOT in here!”

“No rest for the wicked, I see.”

“Better to hide than fight, sometimes.”

“Would that I could hide from you, too.”

“Are you feeling lonely, perhaps?”

“There is no right or wrong, only truth.”

“Battle is afoot - you can poke me once we are safe.”

“What good all this ethereal eladrin blood if I can still get pimples?”

“I should've been a drow. They have such stylish armour.”

“I am armed! Armoured! And entirely sick of your foolishness.”

“Let's have some fun.”

“War is an old woman's game.”

“No rest, be you wicked or wise.”

“I'm getting too old for this nonsense.”

“I would poke you back, but I fear that's what you want.”

“You have my attention - now do something with it.”

“You are insistent, are you not?”

“Do what must be done.”

“Your suffering will be spectacular.”

“Lest I sit down for a rest and not rise again.”

“Better to look evil in the eye. Even if it be very small.”

“I'm not built to crouch.”

“I think I could go another round.”

“Always the same old song.”

“Is perfection too much to ask?”

“Eyes on victory, tummy on dinner.”

“So many places to be.. and I chose Baldur's Gate.”

“I'm not opening that. Not from here, at any rate.”

“What is the point, if not victory?”

“Won't last much longer like this.”

“Let's hope the locals are friendly.”

“Let us show them how it's done.”

“Weapons high. Standards higher.”

“Must everyone be so exhausting?”

“What I would not give for a chunk of fresh honeycomb…”

“Which way to the nearest library?”

“Now this is my happy place.”

“Who shall I silence?”

“Stop, or die.”

“Wear your scars proudly.”

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@sburbanlegends gets a starter from Bruce to Sage.

The boy billionaire looks... a touch out of place, fine fabrics amidst clouds of dust and rubble. The library has seen far better days – hence, why he's taken on fixing it up again in the first place. It was a legacy of sorts, started by his parents and... for lack of better terms, long-neglected after their passing. Until now, of course.

And it's needless to say he isn't doing it alone. No, plenty of people have stepped up to the plate – to bring the Gotham Library back to its glory days. Heading the operation is the strong-willed Sage; Bruce hadn't interacted with her much since the project started, but being on scene at the present finally gives him the opportunity.

She's small in stature, but the air about her commands the room. It seems she hardly notices him enter the establishment, until he's all but beside her. Bruce clears his throat. He isn't good at introductions.

"Have you been here all day?" He opts to get straight to the point instead; the sun was setting outside, but makeshift light sources fill the room. He wonders if she has any sense of the time at all.

[wolfythewitch]

Constantly obsessed with the concept of a man forced to be a myth. What do you do when every step you take is embedded into the text. Every word you say prose to read. You're part of something bigger than yourself. The narrative tugs you along like water currents. There is no time to rest, to be human. You must be great, you must be legend

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@decimatlas to zelda !

the knock on her door is light. chelsea’s not even sure if zelda hears it at first, but she hears her voice through the door and knows she has. “it’s me.” she voices loud enough to be heard through the door, but quiet enough not to bother sam, who has his door cracked just an inch a few paces down. she twists the handle after she hears ‘ come in ’ faintly on the other side. the small gift wrapped box is pulled from her back pocket as the door clicks closed behind her. “hey ! i already gave the boys their presents, but i never got to give you yours.” a smile is pulled against her features as she sits against the other’s bed. she hands the box towards her, as she moves to pull her knee on top of the mattress. fingers touch softly against the necklace resting on her skin, knowing in just a short time her friend will have a matching one to wear whenever she’d like.

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Zelda can tell, by the gentle rap of knuckles against her door, who is asking to come in. Still, Chelsea announces her presence, her voice soft so as not to disturb the others. Zelda responds back just as softly, and her door creaks open.

In comes Chelsea, with a small box in her hand. It's wrapped perfectly, with care – Chelsea was quite meticulous when it came to gift-wrap, far more-so than most. Zelda's lips pull into a soft smile as she scoots over in bed to make room for her friend, and she graciously takes the gift from her hand.

She doesn't bother with a 'you shouldn't have,' or anything of the sort; comments like that don't fly with Chelsea, and besides – she'd be a hypocrite if she said such a thing. She has a gift to give her, after all.

So, Zelda carefully unwraps the box, placing the paper to the side as she slides it open. She lets out a small gasp, as she recognizes the piece of jewelry immediately; it is a duplicate of the one Chelsea has started to wear recently. Blue hues flit up towards her friend, and it takes Zelda a moment to collect her thoughts. The kindness she has been shown by these three that have taken her in – Chelsea most especially – never fails to overwhelm her.

"It's so beautiful. Thank you. –– ... I wanna wear it right now." She lets out a small giggle – in excitement; her fingers delicately pick up the chain, and she lifts the necklace from the box. She already knows Chelsea will offer to help her put it on, so she passes the necklace to her, moves her hair away from her neck, and turns so Chelsea can clip it for her.

As soon as it's secured, Zelda looks down and places her fingers against the pendant. She plays with it for a moment, lifting it between her index and middle finger as she admires it – before her gaze returns to Chelsea.

"I have something for you, too."

The brunette momentarily crawls from her space on the bed, leaning over the side to lift the small bag off the floor. Her gift isn't wrapped as nicely as Chelsea's. No, she's far from skilled in that realm. Instead, it's placed inside a small Christmas bag with tissue paper on top of it.

"Merry Christmas, C." Inside the bag, underneath the carefully placed tissue paper, Chelsea will find a small embroidery kit – the perfect size for travel, as well as an assortment of colored bandanas and headbands for her hair. Though she never considered herself to be a good gift-giver, she's quite proud of herself.

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@decimatlas for caan !

black heeled boots sit next to her knee, as her fingers twine around one pair of her now removed laces. green eyes watch her own hands work, as she weaves the lace between different fingers, before she’s twisting and pulling her palms apart. “okay, put your finger there -- in the middle, the big part.” she holds her palms up in front of his face, a bright smile on her lips. they’ve been trapped in the, frankly, boring, beige room for at least two hours. ( she’d given up on pretending she wasn’t staring at him by minute forty-two. ) now, she’s resorted to kindergarten level entertainment. of course, he used to be a murderous tin-can, so she assumes, at least, he’ll see it as a first time experience. besides, who wouldn’t want to trap the finger of a once genocide level war leader, now turned enticing forty-something year old man.

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His eyes watch her hand motions with intrigue; surely, this configuration must have some type of purpose, he hopes — perhaps in vain. After all, what were they to do with a shoelace? Though — Caan supposes — he’s seen her dear friend (and yes, his enemy) do very much with far less.

Caan perks up just a bit as Talia instructs him. Oh? Mayhaps all hope is not lost!

“Here?” The human-dalek inquires, his finger moving towards the space she’s made with the lace. Blue eyes study it carefully as he places his finger where she has instructed. And —

She pulls the string closed, trapping his finger.

As if time couldn’t move any slower than it already was, Caan’s gaze slowly shifts from his now-bound finger… to the culprit who trapped it. His voice, which has lost its signature shrill intonation since his transformation — cannot hide his exasperation.

“… I do not find this amusing.”