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antlered-deity‌:

Rusa laughed as he hugged Prise back, flowers popping up and out of the snow covered ground. The god giggled and pressed his teeth to the other’s holding his face in his small hands.

“I missed you too my flower!”

He nuzzled into the other, breathing in his scent.

“It has been to long”

That laugh, stars he’d missed that laugh so much. He laughed a little as well, despite the tears trickling down his skull. Then he pressed his teeth to Rusa’s happily, giving him a deep, loving kiss.

He smelled, as always, of honey, cinnamon, and the faintest hints of smoke. He buried his face in Rusa’s shoulder, taking in his lover’s scent of flowers and foresty things.

“IT HAS BEEN. I LOST TRACK OF TIME. YOU WERE ASLEEP AS LONG... I KEPT COMING, AND YOU WERE SLEEPING... I WAS AFRAID YOU’D NEVER WAKE UP.”

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antlered-deity‌:

The small god had awoken not all the sooner than his lover had entered the forest. The first signs of winter starting to settle in. His robes dragged softly on the snow covered ground, though he didn’t feel the cold. What he did feel, however, was the familiar presence of…Prise!

He grinned widely, settling himself down in a soft patch of snow, glittering along with the chains and jewels on his antlers. He waited, just outside his temple for his lover to arrive.

The first little signs of winter were nice. It wasn’t full-on snowy winter wonderland like Snowdin was, so it was a nice change of scenery, but it was still pleasantly chilly, with enough snow he felt comfortable. Summer was not something he was used to, and given that he liked to wear baggy sweaters, he often felt overheated. This, this was nice.

His steps were slow as he approached the shrine, bracing himself for yet another bout of disappointment and grief. But... he saw sparklies. Lots of sparklies. Familiar antlers, a wide grin...

“RUSA!”

His voice was high in shock, and he clamped down on his lollipop with his teeth to rush forward, surprised, delighted, relieved.

“MY DEER! YOU’RE AWAKE!”

He practically tackled the deity, hugging him tight, his bones shaking slightly. Purplish tears started to well up in his sockets. He was so relieved. So happy.

“I’VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH.”

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@antlered-deity

How long had it been, since he’d come to this forest? Months? Years? It was so hard to keep track of time. He didn’t often even try, the lest vestiges of hope that his lover would awaken dying more with each day.

But here he was nonetheless, lollipop in his mouth as he wandered into the sacred forest, meandering his way towards the shrine.

Maybe this time.

“Maybe” was all he was living for, after all.

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Legall’s Mate - Named after the French player Legall de Kermeur, this move is a trap involving the sacrifice of the Queen

en prise - A French chess term meaning “in a position to be taken,” most commonly a pawn

Kotov syndrome - A situation in chess wherein the player spends a very long time thinking of complex strategies, runs short on time, and then panics and makes a poor move,

Rules - About Legall - About Prise

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