Brahm & Lillith

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Welcome in.

This is an RP blog for my Nyarlathotep OC Brahm and his daughter Lillith.

They are currently living in the waylay run by @waylay-managment-2

Brahm talks in white and sometimes bold.

Lillith talks in purple.

Feel free to flirt or get a little dark but please remember there’s a real person on the other side of the blog so tag your content appropriately and try not to get too risqué.

Absolutely ZERO flirting with Lillith please. She is 6.

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Knock, knock!

*Rye did not, in fact, knock on Brahm's door. She did, however, open it a crack to speak through.*

I don't think I gotta worry about a god's decency? Just checking. 'Cause like, I don't care, I just don't wanna walk in on you for your sake. Anyway, can I come in or what?

-🍬 @thesweetestnyarlathotep

Brahm was sitting in his room, drinking a warm tea and reading a worn copy of the hobbit from the library.

“I am not undressed. Though you would do well to actually knock and not just open the door in future. I’d hate for Lillith to ever pick up your poor manners.”

He put good effort into making his daughter as polite as she was. He didn’t need other people undoing that work by making poor examples of themselves.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Rye pushed the door open the rest of the way and stood in the doorway with a wide grin and a hand on her hip. A pocketbook hung from her shoulder.*

Fantastic.

*She let herself in and waltzed over to the nearest chair to sit sprawled out in.*

Sorry to bother you, but I'm gonna bother you. I've been thinking a lot about what you said, or like, the parts I could remember after I sobered up? And you'd never believe what I found.

*Rye lifted the pocketbook up by the strap on the edge of her fingers, letting it swing tantalizingly before Brahm with a self-satisfied smirk. It was... really just an ordinary purse. A little cheap looking, if anything.*

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“No point in apologizing if you plan to do it regardless…”

Brahm sets his book down and looks at her, brows furrowed.

“Our conversation helped you find a purse?”

As far as he remembers, helping Rye in finding a lost purse was not part of their discussion. Nor was acquiring a new one. He did not see why her latest accessory was noteworthy to him specifically.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Rye flicked her hand back and forth at him.*

Nuh uh, you don't get it yet! Basically, I was thinking about how... sad, you are, and especially that you're such a girl dad. So I did some digging in my room, found this, and thought it would be just, like, perfect for what I had in mind!

*She had a pair of hot pink rimmed sunglasses folded over the collar of her floral patterned button up shirt. In one swift motion, Rye whipped it open and slid it up her face so she could really look at Brahm.*

Y'ever heard of this nerd shit called roleplay?

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“Playing pretend? Yes I am familiar. I have had countless tea parties with various imaginary guests.”

He sniffs, looking already rather exhausted by her presence. He wasn’t even going to argue about all the other stuff Rye said about him, he wanted to just get to the point of this visit.

“What about it?”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

Cool. Well, this is for grown ups, so put the teapot and tiaras away! I'm about to show you what it look like when someone unexpectedly meets their demise with a whole lotta unfinished business.

*Rye dumped the contents of the pocketbook onto the foot of Brahm's bed. What rolled out was an improbable amount of junk: a little notepad with an equally small pencil stuck through the spiral, loose change and gift cards, a tamogachi, two packs of gum, and a few more odds and ends Brahm couldn't make out under the mess quite yet.*

Life is all about choices, buddy, and maybe your problem is that you can't make one about yourself that doesn't involve your daughter. So we're gonna break it down by going through my purse and acting out choices I never got the chance to make! Whattaya say? C'monnn, this is a once in a deathtime opportunity I'm offering here!

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahms ears flick in annoyance at the sudden mess on his bed but he doesn’t comment on it. It was probably best to let this play out, it would be over faster that way.

“You want me to play pretend with you about your life regrets…and you think that will help me in some way?”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

Don't get meta with me. But, yeah! Look, you're trying to be all chill for your daughter, right? And you're all fucked up like... this?

*Rye rubbed at her temple while looking him up and down.*

You need someone super normal and basic to show you the ropes! Like me. We're basically gonna build you, like, a humansona. You'll pick up where I left off and see what kind of person you become, 'kay?

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“I get no other options for the basis of my…humansona?” He seems reluctant to even say the word. “I do not think there could possibly be another human less alike to me.”

Case and point that horrible mess she made on his bed.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Rye clicked her tongue.*

Them's the breaks, kid! That's being human; you don't get to choose jack shit about how you start your life. You work with what you're given, and maybe, hopefully, if you wish and pray and work your ass off hard enough, you could actually get to where you wanna be.

Now pick something and start from there! I'll give you a related scenario to respond to. Heh, believe it or not, but I actually... kinda... sorta... used to be a game master in life. So this crap should come back to me, easily!

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm huffs and resists the urge to roll his eyes. It clearly wasn’t worth trying to argue with her.

“Fine.”

He scans over the pile of objects before picking up the note pad deciding it would probably be the most interesting out of what he could see.

“This one.”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

Fan-fucking-tastic choice, my guy. Okay, well I usually used my notepad for my grocery lists, or whatever other shit I found interesting and felt like writing down. Let's say you're making a grocery run then! Whatcha getting from the store? Like, splurge a little!

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm thinks for a while. Most food products he got were for Lillith. But over the years he supposes that there were certain things he’s come to enjoy independently of her.

“Tea, certainly…honey…” his wings shift as he thinks. “I do not know what is considered a splurge. I have no need for currency.”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

I mean, in this economy? Yeah, LOL. Okay okay okay, that's fine, it's your humansona life and you can shop light!

Alright, let's say you pack it in after that. Tell me about your home life or whatever! What does "Brahm, the Human" get up to in his very own humble abode after a long hard day of... tea shopping?

*Rye holds her hands up, palms out flat and facing away from her, creating a frame for her to look through with her shades between her fingers of Brahm.*

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm once again goes silent in thought.

“I suppose what I was doing before you arrived. Drinking tea and reading. After I cleaned up from shopping of course.”

It was probably a boring answer. But Brahm didn’t really long for the days before Lillith when he lived on chaos and cults. He liked what he had now fine enough. Though he gets the feeling that as long as he has Lillith he wouldn’t overly miss his current life either.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

Yeah? Hey, I mean, that actually sounds kinda nice.

*Rye folded her arms over her chest and leaned back in the chair, reminiscing.*

Uh, let's fill out some other details of your human life! So you survived your first day out and about, congrats. Now you have to feed your pet.

*She tossed the Tamagotchi at Brahm.*

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm catches it incredulously. It looks very small in his large hands but he makes an effort to gently poke at it with the blunt tip of one claw.

It beeps when he presses a button and he puffs up with surprise.

“I would not keep a pet.” Humans were already so bothersome, lillith excluded, why in azathoths name would he want to keep an animal that was even duller?

“…But if I did I would take very good care of it.”

He taps at the tamagotchi, struggling a bit with its tiny form and his inexperience.

He accidentally starts a mini game and huffs in annoyance.

“This tiny computer creature is resisting!”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

It's hungry, dumbass. Feed it!

*She tapped her fingers while she watched.*

Man, that takes me back. My parents were real hippies, didn't care for this sort of crap. I won it off another kid at the playground over a game of chess. Neither of knew how to play, so naturally I got to set the rules and bag it. Sucker didn't even know what they lost!

Anyway, I always had to play when they were out or asleep. I'd make a pillow fort to stifle the noise. Then one time, my brothers decided to rip the pillows off and start beating me up with them. I stuffed the damn thing down my pants so they couldn't snitch and yelled at them to leave me alone when I'm cramping and dealing with a code red!

Jerks never bothered me in my pillow fort again after that, hehe.

Hey, are you paying attention? Get moving before it starves!

[nyarlathostep-dad]

He poked at it a bit more until it ate it’s weird digital pet food, making annoying little chirps in sharp chiptune joy. His attention moved fully to Rye now that the little blob seemed to have its needs sated.

“Your family sounds rather dysfunctional.”

Brahm frowns.

“Your parents just let their offspring attack each other like wolf cubs? You do not even need the hunting prowess such activities might help you acquire. It’s just senseless violence.”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*She shrugged, looking a bit downcast.*

I mean, we were homeschooled. If you can even call it that, LOL. Yeah, I guess our parents' particular style of raising us was just, like, setting us loose on the world.

*With a glint in her eye, Rye got up and started moving closer to him.*

Maybe that's something you need to look out for. Underneath our civil surface, is a primitive, wild animal, hiding inside of every human and waiting for its chance to come out, to... attack!

*Rye snatched the toy away from Brahm. She nodded approvingly as she checked on its progress.*

Aye, you did good, boss. You made it through a day of downtime as a regular human being without killing anyone! Congrats. Now you need to pull yourself up by your bootstraps, get off your ass, and find a job.

[nyarlathostep-dad]

He looks at her, eyebrow raising rather than startling.

“It is not news to me that humans are often more animal than most of you would care to admit. You seem to have a poor track record for adequate care of your young…” his rough catlike togue licks at his snout. “I’m sure it’s obvious that my daughter isn’t related to me biologically. Given that she’s human like you. Her original family also failed to care for her properly.”

He huffs.

“A job. What are my options? You humans make careers out of seemingly everything.”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

Well... I was a teacher! Before that, I've been a receptionist, a barista, and a papergirl. In that order. Backwards.

*Rye nodded slowly as she remembered it.*

I left home at around fifteen? I loved my brothers, mostly, but I couldn't stand living like that anymore. So I stole a bike and hit the suburbs. All those classic single family homes, with picket white fences and moms that kissed their daughters before sending them off to school on a big, bright yellow bus...

*Her expression set into a hardened, mean-spirited smile.*

It felt really good chucking newspaper bundles at those places with full force.

*She handwaved the comment away.*

My point is! You get a job with whatever assets you bring to the table. It's not going to be a comfortable life, but if it's what you can manage, then you'll make a pretty decent living. Ideally, it'll be something that feels like second nature to you and where you won't get scrutinized too closely by your "superiors".

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm hums. None of that really appealed to him. The same way his life before Lillith hadn’t. It was just doing what had to be done. Going through the motions.

“Is what I do important? It’s just a means for currency is it not? I’ll be a mayor or something then. They always seem rather well off in the story books.”

He gestures to the abandoned Hobbit novel on the bedside table.

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Knock, knock!

*Rye did not, in fact, knock on Brahm's door. She did, however, open it a crack to speak through.*

I don't think I gotta worry about a god's decency? Just checking. 'Cause like, I don't care, I just don't wanna walk in on you for your sake. Anyway, can I come in or what?

-🍬 @thesweetestnyarlathotep

Brahm was sitting in his room, drinking a warm tea and reading a worn copy of the hobbit from the library.

“I am not undressed. Though you would do well to actually knock and not just open the door in future. I’d hate for Lillith to ever pick up your poor manners.”

He put good effort into making his daughter as polite as she was. He didn’t need other people undoing that work by making poor examples of themselves.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Rye pushed the door open the rest of the way and stood in the doorway with a wide grin and a hand on her hip. A pocketbook hung from her shoulder.*

Fantastic.

*She let herself in and waltzed over to the nearest chair to sit sprawled out in.*

Sorry to bother you, but I'm gonna bother you. I've been thinking a lot about what you said, or like, the parts I could remember after I sobered up? And you'd never believe what I found.

*Rye lifted the pocketbook up by the strap on the edge of her fingers, letting it swing tantalizingly before Brahm with a self-satisfied smirk. It was... really just an ordinary purse. A little cheap looking, if anything.*

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“No point in apologizing if you plan to do it regardless…”

Brahm sets his book down and looks at her, brows furrowed.

“Our conversation helped you find a purse?”

As far as he remembers, helping Rye in finding a lost purse was not part of their discussion. Nor was acquiring a new one. He did not see why her latest accessory was noteworthy to him specifically.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Rye flicked her hand back and forth at him.*

Nuh uh, you don't get it yet! Basically, I was thinking about how... sad, you are, and especially that you're such a girl dad. So I did some digging in my room, found this, and thought it would be just, like, perfect for what I had in mind!

*She had a pair of hot pink rimmed sunglasses folded over the collar of her floral patterned button up shirt. In one swift motion, Rye whipped it open and slid it up her face so she could really look at Brahm.*

Y'ever heard of this nerd shit called roleplay?

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“Playing pretend? Yes I am familiar. I have had countless tea parties with various imaginary guests.”

He sniffs, looking already rather exhausted by her presence. He wasn’t even going to argue about all the other stuff Rye said about him, he wanted to just get to the point of this visit.

“What about it?”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

Cool. Well, this is for grown ups, so put the teapot and tiaras away! I'm about to show you what it look like when someone unexpectedly meets their demise with a whole lotta unfinished business.

*Rye dumped the contents of the pocketbook onto the foot of Brahm's bed. What rolled out was an improbable amount of junk: a little notepad with an equally small pencil stuck through the spiral, loose change and gift cards, a tamogachi, two packs of gum, and a few more odds and ends Brahm couldn't make out under the mess quite yet.*

Life is all about choices, buddy, and maybe your problem is that you can't make one about yourself that doesn't involve your daughter. So we're gonna break it down by going through my purse and acting out choices I never got the chance to make! Whattaya say? C'monnn, this is a once in a deathtime opportunity I'm offering here!

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahms ears flick in annoyance at the sudden mess on his bed but he doesn’t comment on it. It was probably best to let this play out, it would be over faster that way.

“You want me to play pretend with you about your life regrets…and you think that will help me in some way?”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

Don't get meta with me. But, yeah! Look, you're trying to be all chill for your daughter, right? And you're all fucked up like... this?

*Rye rubbed at her temple while looking him up and down.*

You need someone super normal and basic to show you the ropes! Like me. We're basically gonna build you, like, a humansona. You'll pick up where I left off and see what kind of person you become, 'kay?

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“I get no other options for the basis of my…humansona?” He seems reluctant to even say the word. “I do not think there could possibly be another human less alike to me.”

Case and point that horrible mess she made on his bed.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Rye clicked her tongue.*

Them's the breaks, kid! That's being human; you don't get to choose jack shit about how you start your life. You work with what you're given, and maybe, hopefully, if you wish and pray and work your ass off hard enough, you could actually get to where you wanna be.

Now pick something and start from there! I'll give you a related scenario to respond to. Heh, believe it or not, but I actually... kinda... sorta... used to be a game master in life. So this crap should come back to me, easily!

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm huffs and resists the urge to roll his eyes. It clearly wasn’t worth trying to argue with her.

“Fine.”

He scans over the pile of objects before picking up the note pad deciding it would probably be the most interesting out of what he could see.

“This one.”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

Fan-fucking-tastic choice, my guy. Okay, well I usually used my notepad for my grocery lists, or whatever other shit I found interesting and felt like writing down. Let's say you're making a grocery run then! Whatcha getting from the store? Like, splurge a little!

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm thinks for a while. Most food products he got were for Lillith. But over the years he supposes that there were certain things he’s come to enjoy independently of her.

“Tea, certainly…honey…” his wings shift as he thinks. “I do not know what is considered a splurge. I have no need for currency.”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

I mean, in this economy? Yeah, LOL. Okay okay okay, that's fine, it's your humansona life and you can shop light!

Alright, let's say you pack it in after that. Tell me about your home life or whatever! What does "Brahm, the Human" get up to in his very own humble abode after a long hard day of... tea shopping?

*Rye holds her hands up, palms out flat and facing away from her, creating a frame for her to look through with her shades between her fingers of Brahm.*

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm once again goes silent in thought.

“I suppose what I was doing before you arrived. Drinking tea and reading. After I cleaned up from shopping of course.”

It was probably a boring answer. But Brahm didn’t really long for the days before Lillith when he lived on chaos and cults. He liked what he had now fine enough. Though he gets the feeling that as long as he has Lillith he wouldn’t overly miss his current life either.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

Yeah? Hey, I mean, that actually sounds kinda nice.

*Rye folded her arms over her chest and leaned back in the chair, reminiscing.*

Uh, let's fill out some other details of your human life! So you survived your first day out and about, congrats. Now you have to feed your pet.

*She tossed the Tamagotchi at Brahm.*

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm catches it incredulously. It looks very small in his large hands but he makes an effort to gently poke at it with the blunt tip of one claw.

It beeps when he presses a button and he puffs up with surprise.

“I would not keep a pet.” Humans were already so bothersome, lillith excluded, why in azathoths name would he want to keep an animal that was even duller?

“…But if I did I would take very good care of it.”

He taps at the tamagotchi, struggling a bit with its tiny form and his inexperience.

He accidentally starts a mini game and huffs in annoyance.

“This tiny computer creature is resisting!”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

It's hungry, dumbass. Feed it!

*She tapped her fingers while she watched.*

Man, that takes me back. My parents were real hippies, didn't care for this sort of crap. I won it off another kid at the playground over a game of chess. Neither of knew how to play, so naturally I got to set the rules and bag it. Sucker didn't even know what they lost!

Anyway, I always had to play when they were out or asleep. I'd make a pillow fort to stifle the noise. Then one time, my brothers decided to rip the pillows off and start beating me up with them. I stuffed the damn thing down my pants so they couldn't snitch and yelled at them to leave me alone when I'm cramping and dealing with a code red!

Jerks never bothered me in my pillow fort again after that, hehe.

Hey, are you paying attention? Get moving before it starves!

[nyarlathostep-dad]

He poked at it a bit more until it ate it’s weird digital pet food, making annoying little chirps in sharp chiptune joy. His attention moved fully to Rye now that the little blob seemed to have its needs sated.

“Your family sounds rather dysfunctional.”

Brahm frowns.

“Your parents just let their offspring attack each other like wolf cubs? You do not even need the hunting prowess such activities might help you acquire. It’s just senseless violence.”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*She shrugged, looking a bit downcast.*

I mean, we were homeschooled. If you can even call it that, LOL. Yeah, I guess our parents' particular style of raising us was just, like, setting us loose on the world.

*With a glint in her eye, Rye got up and started moving closer to him.*

Maybe that's something you need to look out for. Underneath our civil surface, is a primitive, wild animal, hiding inside of every human and waiting for its chance to come out, to... attack!

*Rye snatched the toy away from Brahm. She nodded approvingly as she checked on its progress.*

Aye, you did good, boss. You made it through a day of downtime as a regular human being without killing anyone! Congrats. Now you need to pull yourself up by your bootstraps, get off your ass, and find a job.

[nyarlathostep-dad]

He looks at her, eyebrow raising rather than startling.

“It is not news to me that humans are often more animal than most of you would care to admit. You seem to have a poor track record for adequate care of your young…” his rough catlike togue licks at his snout. “I’m sure it’s obvious that my daughter isn’t related to me biologically. Given that she’s human like you. Her original family also failed to care for her properly.”

He huffs.

“A job. What are my options? You humans make careers out of seemingly everything.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Knock, knock!

*Rye did not, in fact, knock on Brahm's door. She did, however, open it a crack to speak through.*

I don't think I gotta worry about a god's decency? Just checking. 'Cause like, I don't care, I just don't wanna walk in on you for your sake. Anyway, can I come in or what?

-🍬 @thesweetestnyarlathotep

Brahm was sitting in his room, drinking a warm tea and reading a worn copy of the hobbit from the library.

“I am not undressed. Though you would do well to actually knock and not just open the door in future. I’d hate for Lillith to ever pick up your poor manners.”

He put good effort into making his daughter as polite as she was. He didn’t need other people undoing that work by making poor examples of themselves.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Rye pushed the door open the rest of the way and stood in the doorway with a wide grin and a hand on her hip. A pocketbook hung from her shoulder.*

Fantastic.

*She let herself in and waltzed over to the nearest chair to sit sprawled out in.*

Sorry to bother you, but I'm gonna bother you. I've been thinking a lot about what you said, or like, the parts I could remember after I sobered up? And you'd never believe what I found.

*Rye lifted the pocketbook up by the strap on the edge of her fingers, letting it swing tantalizingly before Brahm with a self-satisfied smirk. It was... really just an ordinary purse. A little cheap looking, if anything.*

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“No point in apologizing if you plan to do it regardless…”

Brahm sets his book down and looks at her, brows furrowed.

“Our conversation helped you find a purse?”

As far as he remembers, helping Rye in finding a lost purse was not part of their discussion. Nor was acquiring a new one. He did not see why her latest accessory was noteworthy to him specifically.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Rye flicked her hand back and forth at him.*

Nuh uh, you don't get it yet! Basically, I was thinking about how... sad, you are, and especially that you're such a girl dad. So I did some digging in my room, found this, and thought it would be just, like, perfect for what I had in mind!

*She had a pair of hot pink rimmed sunglasses folded over the collar of her floral patterned button up shirt. In one swift motion, Rye whipped it open and slid it up her face so she could really look at Brahm.*

Y'ever heard of this nerd shit called roleplay?

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“Playing pretend? Yes I am familiar. I have had countless tea parties with various imaginary guests.”

He sniffs, looking already rather exhausted by her presence. He wasn’t even going to argue about all the other stuff Rye said about him, he wanted to just get to the point of this visit.

“What about it?”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

Cool. Well, this is for grown ups, so put the teapot and tiaras away! I'm about to show you what it look like when someone unexpectedly meets their demise with a whole lotta unfinished business.

*Rye dumped the contents of the pocketbook onto the foot of Brahm's bed. What rolled out was an improbable amount of junk: a little notepad with an equally small pencil stuck through the spiral, loose change and gift cards, a tamogachi, two packs of gum, and a few more odds and ends Brahm couldn't make out under the mess quite yet.*

Life is all about choices, buddy, and maybe your problem is that you can't make one about yourself that doesn't involve your daughter. So we're gonna break it down by going through my purse and acting out choices I never got the chance to make! Whattaya say? C'monnn, this is a once in a deathtime opportunity I'm offering here!

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahms ears flick in annoyance at the sudden mess on his bed but he doesn’t comment on it. It was probably best to let this play out, it would be over faster that way.

“You want me to play pretend with you about your life regrets…and you think that will help me in some way?”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

Don't get meta with me. But, yeah! Look, you're trying to be all chill for your daughter, right? And you're all fucked up like... this?

*Rye rubbed at her temple while looking him up and down.*

You need someone super normal and basic to show you the ropes! Like me. We're basically gonna build you, like, a humansona. You'll pick up where I left off and see what kind of person you become, 'kay?

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“I get no other options for the basis of my…humansona?” He seems reluctant to even say the word. “I do not think there could possibly be another human less alike to me.”

Case and point that horrible mess she made on his bed.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Rye clicked her tongue.*

Them's the breaks, kid! That's being human; you don't get to choose jack shit about how you start your life. You work with what you're given, and maybe, hopefully, if you wish and pray and work your ass off hard enough, you could actually get to where you wanna be.

Now pick something and start from there! I'll give you a related scenario to respond to. Heh, believe it or not, but I actually... kinda... sorta... used to be a game master in life. So this crap should come back to me, easily!

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm huffs and resists the urge to roll his eyes. It clearly wasn’t worth trying to argue with her.

“Fine.”

He scans over the pile of objects before picking up the note pad deciding it would probably be the most interesting out of what he could see.

“This one.”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

Fan-fucking-tastic choice, my guy. Okay, well I usually used my notepad for my grocery lists, or whatever other shit I found interesting and felt like writing down. Let's say you're making a grocery run then! Whatcha getting from the store? Like, splurge a little!

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm thinks for a while. Most food products he got were for Lillith. But over the years he supposes that there were certain things he’s come to enjoy independently of her.

“Tea, certainly…honey…” his wings shift as he thinks. “I do not know what is considered a splurge. I have no need for currency.”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

I mean, in this economy? Yeah, LOL. Okay okay okay, that's fine, it's your humansona life and you can shop light!

Alright, let's say you pack it in after that. Tell me about your home life or whatever! What does "Brahm, the Human" get up to in his very own humble abode after a long hard day of... tea shopping?

*Rye holds her hands up, palms out flat and facing away from her, creating a frame for her to look through with her shades between her fingers of Brahm.*

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm once again goes silent in thought.

“I suppose what I was doing before you arrived. Drinking tea and reading. After I cleaned up from shopping of course.”

It was probably a boring answer. But Brahm didn’t really long for the days before Lillith when he lived on chaos and cults. He liked what he had now fine enough. Though he gets the feeling that as long as he has Lillith he wouldn’t overly miss his current life either.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

Yeah? Hey, I mean, that actually sounds kinda nice.

*Rye folded her arms over her chest and leaned back in the chair, reminiscing.*

Uh, let's fill out some other details of your human life! So you survived your first day out and about, congrats. Now you have to feed your pet.

*She tossed the Tamagotchi at Brahm.*

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm catches it incredulously. It looks very small in his large hands but he makes an effort to gently poke at it with the blunt tip of one claw.

It beeps when he presses a button and he puffs up with surprise.

“I would not keep a pet.” Humans were already so bothersome, lillith excluded, why in azathoths name would he want to keep an animal that was even duller?

“…But if I did I would take very good care of it.”

He taps at the tamagotchi, struggling a bit with its tiny form and his inexperience.

He accidentally starts a mini game and huffs in annoyance.

“This tiny computer creature is resisting!”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

It's hungry, dumbass. Feed it!

*She tapped her fingers while she watched.*

Man, that takes me back. My parents were real hippies, didn't care for this sort of crap. I won it off another kid at the playground over a game of chess. Neither of knew how to play, so naturally I got to set the rules and bag it. Sucker didn't even know what they lost!

Anyway, I always had to play when they were out or asleep. I'd make a pillow fort to stifle the noise. Then one time, my brothers decided to rip the pillows off and start beating me up with them. I stuffed the damn thing down my pants so they couldn't snitch and yelled at them to leave me alone when I'm cramping and dealing with a code red!

Jerks never bothered me in my pillow fort again after that, hehe.

Hey, are you paying attention? Get moving before it starves!

[nyarlathostep-dad]

He poked at it a bit more until it ate it’s weird digital pet food, making annoying little chirps in sharp chiptune joy. His attention moved fully to Rye now that the little blob seemed to have its needs sated.

“Your family sounds rather dysfunctional.”

Brahm frowns.

“Your parents just let their offspring attack each other like wolf cubs? You do not even need the hunting prowess such activities might help you acquire. It’s just senseless violence.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Knock, knock!

*Rye did not, in fact, knock on Brahm's door. She did, however, open it a crack to speak through.*

I don't think I gotta worry about a god's decency? Just checking. 'Cause like, I don't care, I just don't wanna walk in on you for your sake. Anyway, can I come in or what?

-🍬 @thesweetestnyarlathotep

Brahm was sitting in his room, drinking a warm tea and reading a worn copy of the hobbit from the library.

“I am not undressed. Though you would do well to actually knock and not just open the door in future. I’d hate for Lillith to ever pick up your poor manners.”

He put good effort into making his daughter as polite as she was. He didn’t need other people undoing that work by making poor examples of themselves.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Rye pushed the door open the rest of the way and stood in the doorway with a wide grin and a hand on her hip. A pocketbook hung from her shoulder.*

Fantastic.

*She let herself in and waltzed over to the nearest chair to sit sprawled out in.*

Sorry to bother you, but I'm gonna bother you. I've been thinking a lot about what you said, or like, the parts I could remember after I sobered up? And you'd never believe what I found.

*Rye lifted the pocketbook up by the strap on the edge of her fingers, letting it swing tantalizingly before Brahm with a self-satisfied smirk. It was... really just an ordinary purse. A little cheap looking, if anything.*

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“No point in apologizing if you plan to do it regardless…”

Brahm sets his book down and looks at her, brows furrowed.

“Our conversation helped you find a purse?”

As far as he remembers, helping Rye in finding a lost purse was not part of their discussion. Nor was acquiring a new one. He did not see why her latest accessory was noteworthy to him specifically.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Rye flicked her hand back and forth at him.*

Nuh uh, you don't get it yet! Basically, I was thinking about how... sad, you are, and especially that you're such a girl dad. So I did some digging in my room, found this, and thought it would be just, like, perfect for what I had in mind!

*She had a pair of hot pink rimmed sunglasses folded over the collar of her floral patterned button up shirt. In one swift motion, Rye whipped it open and slid it up her face so she could really look at Brahm.*

Y'ever heard of this nerd shit called roleplay?

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“Playing pretend? Yes I am familiar. I have had countless tea parties with various imaginary guests.”

He sniffs, looking already rather exhausted by her presence. He wasn’t even going to argue about all the other stuff Rye said about him, he wanted to just get to the point of this visit.

“What about it?”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

Cool. Well, this is for grown ups, so put the teapot and tiaras away! I'm about to show you what it look like when someone unexpectedly meets their demise with a whole lotta unfinished business.

*Rye dumped the contents of the pocketbook onto the foot of Brahm's bed. What rolled out was an improbable amount of junk: a little notepad with an equally small pencil stuck through the spiral, loose change and gift cards, a tamogachi, two packs of gum, and a few more odds and ends Brahm couldn't make out under the mess quite yet.*

Life is all about choices, buddy, and maybe your problem is that you can't make one about yourself that doesn't involve your daughter. So we're gonna break it down by going through my purse and acting out choices I never got the chance to make! Whattaya say? C'monnn, this is a once in a deathtime opportunity I'm offering here!

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahms ears flick in annoyance at the sudden mess on his bed but he doesn’t comment on it. It was probably best to let this play out, it would be over faster that way.

“You want me to play pretend with you about your life regrets…and you think that will help me in some way?”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

Don't get meta with me. But, yeah! Look, you're trying to be all chill for your daughter, right? And you're all fucked up like... this?

*Rye rubbed at her temple while looking him up and down.*

You need someone super normal and basic to show you the ropes! Like me. We're basically gonna build you, like, a humansona. You'll pick up where I left off and see what kind of person you become, 'kay?

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“I get no other options for the basis of my…humansona?” He seems reluctant to even say the word. “I do not think there could possibly be another human less alike to me.”

Case and point that horrible mess she made on his bed.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Rye clicked her tongue.*

Them's the breaks, kid! That's being human; you don't get to choose jack shit about how you start your life. You work with what you're given, and maybe, hopefully, if you wish and pray and work your ass off hard enough, you could actually get to where you wanna be.

Now pick something and start from there! I'll give you a related scenario to respond to. Heh, believe it or not, but I actually... kinda... sorta... used to be a game master in life. So this crap should come back to me, easily!

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm huffs and resists the urge to roll his eyes. It clearly wasn’t worth trying to argue with her.

“Fine.”

He scans over the pile of objects before picking up the note pad deciding it would probably be the most interesting out of what he could see.

“This one.”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

Fan-fucking-tastic choice, my guy. Okay, well I usually used my notepad for my grocery lists, or whatever other shit I found interesting and felt like writing down. Let's say you're making a grocery run then! Whatcha getting from the store? Like, splurge a little!

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm thinks for a while. Most food products he got were for Lillith. But over the years he supposes that there were certain things he’s come to enjoy independently of her.

“Tea, certainly…honey…” his wings shift as he thinks. “I do not know what is considered a splurge. I have no need for currency.”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

I mean, in this economy? Yeah, LOL. Okay okay okay, that's fine, it's your humansona life and you can shop light!

Alright, let's say you pack it in after that. Tell me about your home life or whatever! What does "Brahm, the Human" get up to in his very own humble abode after a long hard day of... tea shopping?

*Rye holds her hands up, palms out flat and facing away from her, creating a frame for her to look through with her shades between her fingers of Brahm.*

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm once again goes silent in thought.

“I suppose what I was doing before you arrived. Drinking tea and reading. After I cleaned up from shopping of course.”

It was probably a boring answer. But Brahm didn’t really long for the days before Lillith when he lived on chaos and cults. He liked what he had now fine enough. Though he gets the feeling that as long as he has Lillith he wouldn’t overly miss his current life either.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

Yeah? Hey, I mean, that actually sounds kinda nice.

*Rye folded her arms over her chest and leaned back in the chair, reminiscing.*

Uh, let's fill out some other details of your human life! So you survived your first day out and about, congrats. Now you have to feed your pet.

*She tossed the Tamagotchi at Brahm.*

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm catches it incredulously. It looks very small in his large hands but he makes an effort to gently poke at it with the blunt tip of one claw.

It beeps when he presses a button and he puffs up with surprise.

“I would not keep a pet.” Humans were already so bothersome, lillith excluded, why in azathoths name would he want to keep an animal that was even duller?

“…But if I did I would take very good care of it.”

He taps at the tamagotchi, struggling a bit with its tiny form and his inexperience.

He accidentally starts a mini game and huffs in annoyance.

“This tiny computer creature is resisting!”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Knock, knock!

*Rye did not, in fact, knock on Brahm's door. She did, however, open it a crack to speak through.*

I don't think I gotta worry about a god's decency? Just checking. 'Cause like, I don't care, I just don't wanna walk in on you for your sake. Anyway, can I come in or what?

-🍬 @thesweetestnyarlathotep

Brahm was sitting in his room, drinking a warm tea and reading a worn copy of the hobbit from the library.

“I am not undressed. Though you would do well to actually knock and not just open the door in future. I’d hate for Lillith to ever pick up your poor manners.”

He put good effort into making his daughter as polite as she was. He didn’t need other people undoing that work by making poor examples of themselves.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Rye pushed the door open the rest of the way and stood in the doorway with a wide grin and a hand on her hip. A pocketbook hung from her shoulder.*

Fantastic.

*She let herself in and waltzed over to the nearest chair to sit sprawled out in.*

Sorry to bother you, but I'm gonna bother you. I've been thinking a lot about what you said, or like, the parts I could remember after I sobered up? And you'd never believe what I found.

*Rye lifted the pocketbook up by the strap on the edge of her fingers, letting it swing tantalizingly before Brahm with a self-satisfied smirk. It was... really just an ordinary purse. A little cheap looking, if anything.*

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“No point in apologizing if you plan to do it regardless…”

Brahm sets his book down and looks at her, brows furrowed.

“Our conversation helped you find a purse?”

As far as he remembers, helping Rye in finding a lost purse was not part of their discussion. Nor was acquiring a new one. He did not see why her latest accessory was noteworthy to him specifically.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Rye flicked her hand back and forth at him.*

Nuh uh, you don't get it yet! Basically, I was thinking about how... sad, you are, and especially that you're such a girl dad. So I did some digging in my room, found this, and thought it would be just, like, perfect for what I had in mind!

*She had a pair of hot pink rimmed sunglasses folded over the collar of her floral patterned button up shirt. In one swift motion, Rye whipped it open and slid it up her face so she could really look at Brahm.*

Y'ever heard of this nerd shit called roleplay?

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“Playing pretend? Yes I am familiar. I have had countless tea parties with various imaginary guests.”

He sniffs, looking already rather exhausted by her presence. He wasn’t even going to argue about all the other stuff Rye said about him, he wanted to just get to the point of this visit.

“What about it?”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

Cool. Well, this is for grown ups, so put the teapot and tiaras away! I'm about to show you what it look like when someone unexpectedly meets their demise with a whole lotta unfinished business.

*Rye dumped the contents of the pocketbook onto the foot of Brahm's bed. What rolled out was an improbable amount of junk: a little notepad with an equally small pencil stuck through the spiral, loose change and gift cards, a tamogachi, two packs of gum, and a few more odds and ends Brahm couldn't make out under the mess quite yet.*

Life is all about choices, buddy, and maybe your problem is that you can't make one about yourself that doesn't involve your daughter. So we're gonna break it down by going through my purse and acting out choices I never got the chance to make! Whattaya say? C'monnn, this is a once in a deathtime opportunity I'm offering here!

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahms ears flick in annoyance at the sudden mess on his bed but he doesn’t comment on it. It was probably best to let this play out, it would be over faster that way.

“You want me to play pretend with you about your life regrets…and you think that will help me in some way?”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

Don't get meta with me. But, yeah! Look, you're trying to be all chill for your daughter, right? And you're all fucked up like... this?

*Rye rubbed at her temple while looking him up and down.*

You need someone super normal and basic to show you the ropes! Like me. We're basically gonna build you, like, a humansona. You'll pick up where I left off and see what kind of person you become, 'kay?

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“I get no other options for the basis of my…humansona?” He seems reluctant to even say the word. “I do not think there could possibly be another human less alike to me.”

Case and point that horrible mess she made on his bed.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Rye clicked her tongue.*

Them's the breaks, kid! That's being human; you don't get to choose jack shit about how you start your life. You work with what you're given, and maybe, hopefully, if you wish and pray and work your ass off hard enough, you could actually get to where you wanna be.

Now pick something and start from there! I'll give you a related scenario to respond to. Heh, believe it or not, but I actually... kinda... sorta... used to be a game master in life. So this crap should come back to me, easily!

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm huffs and resists the urge to roll his eyes. It clearly wasn’t worth trying to argue with her.

“Fine.”

He scans over the pile of objects before picking up the note pad deciding it would probably be the most interesting out of what he could see.

“This one.”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

Fan-fucking-tastic choice, my guy. Okay, well I usually used my notepad for my grocery lists, or whatever other shit I found interesting and felt like writing down. Let's say you're making a grocery run then! Whatcha getting from the store? Like, splurge a little!

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm thinks for a while. Most food products he got were for Lillith. But over the years he supposes that there were certain things he’s come to enjoy independently of her.

“Tea, certainly…honey…” his wings shift as he thinks. “I do not know what is considered a splurge. I have no need for currency.”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

I mean, in this economy? Yeah, LOL. Okay okay okay, that's fine, it's your humansona life and you can shop light!

Alright, let's say you pack it in after that. Tell me about your home life or whatever! What does "Brahm, the Human" get up to in his very own humble abode after a long hard day of... tea shopping?

*Rye holds her hands up, palms out flat and facing away from her, creating a frame for her to look through with her shades between her fingers of Brahm.*

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm once again goes silent in thought.

“I suppose what I was doing before you arrived. Drinking tea and reading. After I cleaned up from shopping of course.”

It was probably a boring answer. But Brahm didn’t really long for the days before Lillith when he lived on chaos and cults. He liked what he had now fine enough. Though he gets the feeling that as long as he has Lillith he wouldn’t overly miss his current life either.

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Knock, knock!

*Rye did not, in fact, knock on Brahm's door. She did, however, open it a crack to speak through.*

I don't think I gotta worry about a god's decency? Just checking. 'Cause like, I don't care, I just don't wanna walk in on you for your sake. Anyway, can I come in or what?

-🍬 @thesweetestnyarlathotep

Brahm was sitting in his room, drinking a warm tea and reading a worn copy of the hobbit from the library.

“I am not undressed. Though you would do well to actually knock and not just open the door in future. I’d hate for Lillith to ever pick up your poor manners.”

He put good effort into making his daughter as polite as she was. He didn’t need other people undoing that work by making poor examples of themselves.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Rye pushed the door open the rest of the way and stood in the doorway with a wide grin and a hand on her hip. A pocketbook hung from her shoulder.*

Fantastic.

*She let herself in and waltzed over to the nearest chair to sit sprawled out in.*

Sorry to bother you, but I'm gonna bother you. I've been thinking a lot about what you said, or like, the parts I could remember after I sobered up? And you'd never believe what I found.

*Rye lifted the pocketbook up by the strap on the edge of her fingers, letting it swing tantalizingly before Brahm with a self-satisfied smirk. It was... really just an ordinary purse. A little cheap looking, if anything.*

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“No point in apologizing if you plan to do it regardless…”

Brahm sets his book down and looks at her, brows furrowed.

“Our conversation helped you find a purse?”

As far as he remembers, helping Rye in finding a lost purse was not part of their discussion. Nor was acquiring a new one. He did not see why her latest accessory was noteworthy to him specifically.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Rye flicked her hand back and forth at him.*

Nuh uh, you don't get it yet! Basically, I was thinking about how... sad, you are, and especially that you're such a girl dad. So I did some digging in my room, found this, and thought it would be just, like, perfect for what I had in mind!

*She had a pair of hot pink rimmed sunglasses folded over the collar of her floral patterned button up shirt. In one swift motion, Rye whipped it open and slid it up her face so she could really look at Brahm.*

Y'ever heard of this nerd shit called roleplay?

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“Playing pretend? Yes I am familiar. I have had countless tea parties with various imaginary guests.”

He sniffs, looking already rather exhausted by her presence. He wasn’t even going to argue about all the other stuff Rye said about him, he wanted to just get to the point of this visit.

“What about it?”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

Cool. Well, this is for grown ups, so put the teapot and tiaras away! I'm about to show you what it look like when someone unexpectedly meets their demise with a whole lotta unfinished business.

*Rye dumped the contents of the pocketbook onto the foot of Brahm's bed. What rolled out was an improbable amount of junk: a little notepad with an equally small pencil stuck through the spiral, loose change and gift cards, a tamogachi, two packs of gum, and a few more odds and ends Brahm couldn't make out under the mess quite yet.*

Life is all about choices, buddy, and maybe your problem is that you can't make one about yourself that doesn't involve your daughter. So we're gonna break it down by going through my purse and acting out choices I never got the chance to make! Whattaya say? C'monnn, this is a once in a deathtime opportunity I'm offering here!

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahms ears flick in annoyance at the sudden mess on his bed but he doesn’t comment on it. It was probably best to let this play out, it would be over faster that way.

“You want me to play pretend with you about your life regrets…and you think that will help me in some way?”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

Don't get meta with me. But, yeah! Look, you're trying to be all chill for your daughter, right? And you're all fucked up like... this?

*Rye rubbed at her temple while looking him up and down.*

You need someone super normal and basic to show you the ropes! Like me. We're basically gonna build you, like, a humansona. You'll pick up where I left off and see what kind of person you become, 'kay?

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“I get no other options for the basis of my…humansona?” He seems reluctant to even say the word. “I do not think there could possibly be another human less alike to me.”

Case and point that horrible mess she made on his bed.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Rye clicked her tongue.*

Them's the breaks, kid! That's being human; you don't get to choose jack shit about how you start your life. You work with what you're given, and maybe, hopefully, if you wish and pray and work your ass off hard enough, you could actually get to where you wanna be.

Now pick something and start from there! I'll give you a related scenario to respond to. Heh, believe it or not, but I actually... kinda... sorta... used to be a game master in life. So this crap should come back to me, easily!

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm huffs and resists the urge to roll his eyes. It clearly wasn’t worth trying to argue with her.

“Fine.”

He scans over the pile of objects before picking up the note pad deciding it would probably be the most interesting out of what he could see.

“This one.”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

Fan-fucking-tastic choice, my guy. Okay, well I usually used my notepad for my grocery lists, or whatever other shit I found interesting and felt like writing down. Let's say you're making a grocery run then! Whatcha getting from the store? Like, splurge a little!

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm thinks for a while. Most food products he got were for Lillith. But over the years he supposes that there were certain things he’s come to enjoy independently of her.

“Tea, certainly…honey…” his wings shift as he thinks. “I do not know what is considered a splurge. I have no need for currency.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Knock, knock!

*Rye did not, in fact, knock on Brahm's door. She did, however, open it a crack to speak through.*

I don't think I gotta worry about a god's decency? Just checking. 'Cause like, I don't care, I just don't wanna walk in on you for your sake. Anyway, can I come in or what?

-🍬 @thesweetestnyarlathotep

Brahm was sitting in his room, drinking a warm tea and reading a worn copy of the hobbit from the library.

“I am not undressed. Though you would do well to actually knock and not just open the door in future. I’d hate for Lillith to ever pick up your poor manners.”

He put good effort into making his daughter as polite as she was. He didn’t need other people undoing that work by making poor examples of themselves.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Rye pushed the door open the rest of the way and stood in the doorway with a wide grin and a hand on her hip. A pocketbook hung from her shoulder.*

Fantastic.

*She let herself in and waltzed over to the nearest chair to sit sprawled out in.*

Sorry to bother you, but I'm gonna bother you. I've been thinking a lot about what you said, or like, the parts I could remember after I sobered up? And you'd never believe what I found.

*Rye lifted the pocketbook up by the strap on the edge of her fingers, letting it swing tantalizingly before Brahm with a self-satisfied smirk. It was... really just an ordinary purse. A little cheap looking, if anything.*

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“No point in apologizing if you plan to do it regardless…”

Brahm sets his book down and looks at her, brows furrowed.

“Our conversation helped you find a purse?”

As far as he remembers, helping Rye in finding a lost purse was not part of their discussion. Nor was acquiring a new one. He did not see why her latest accessory was noteworthy to him specifically.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Rye flicked her hand back and forth at him.*

Nuh uh, you don't get it yet! Basically, I was thinking about how... sad, you are, and especially that you're such a girl dad. So I did some digging in my room, found this, and thought it would be just, like, perfect for what I had in mind!

*She had a pair of hot pink rimmed sunglasses folded over the collar of her floral patterned button up shirt. In one swift motion, Rye whipped it open and slid it up her face so she could really look at Brahm.*

Y'ever heard of this nerd shit called roleplay?

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“Playing pretend? Yes I am familiar. I have had countless tea parties with various imaginary guests.”

He sniffs, looking already rather exhausted by her presence. He wasn’t even going to argue about all the other stuff Rye said about him, he wanted to just get to the point of this visit.

“What about it?”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

Cool. Well, this is for grown ups, so put the teapot and tiaras away! I'm about to show you what it look like when someone unexpectedly meets their demise with a whole lotta unfinished business.

*Rye dumped the contents of the pocketbook onto the foot of Brahm's bed. What rolled out was an improbable amount of junk: a little notepad with an equally small pencil stuck through the spiral, loose change and gift cards, a tamogachi, two packs of gum, and a few more odds and ends Brahm couldn't make out under the mess quite yet.*

Life is all about choices, buddy, and maybe your problem is that you can't make one about yourself that doesn't involve your daughter. So we're gonna break it down by going through my purse and acting out choices I never got the chance to make! Whattaya say? C'monnn, this is a once in a deathtime opportunity I'm offering here!

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahms ears flick in annoyance at the sudden mess on his bed but he doesn’t comment on it. It was probably best to let this play out, it would be over faster that way.

“You want me to play pretend with you about your life regrets…and you think that will help me in some way?”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

Don't get meta with me. But, yeah! Look, you're trying to be all chill for your daughter, right? And you're all fucked up like... this?

*Rye rubbed at her temple while looking him up and down.*

You need someone super normal and basic to show you the ropes! Like me. We're basically gonna build you, like, a humansona. You'll pick up where I left off and see what kind of person you become, 'kay?

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“I get no other options for the basis of my…humansona?” He seems reluctant to even say the word. “I do not think there could possibly be another human less alike to me.”

Case and point that horrible mess she made on his bed.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Rye clicked her tongue.*

Them's the breaks, kid! That's being human; you don't get to choose jack shit about how you start your life. You work with what you're given, and maybe, hopefully, if you wish and pray and work your ass off hard enough, you could actually get to where you wanna be.

Now pick something and start from there! I'll give you a related scenario to respond to. Heh, believe it or not, but I actually... kinda... sorta... used to be a game master in life. So this crap should come back to me, easily!

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm huffs and resists the urge to roll his eyes. It clearly wasn’t worth trying to argue with her.

“Fine.”

He scans over the pile of objects before picking up the note pad deciding it would probably be the most interesting out of what he could see.

“This one.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Knock, knock!

*Rye did not, in fact, knock on Brahm's door. She did, however, open it a crack to speak through.*

I don't think I gotta worry about a god's decency? Just checking. 'Cause like, I don't care, I just don't wanna walk in on you for your sake. Anyway, can I come in or what?

-🍬 @thesweetestnyarlathotep

Brahm was sitting in his room, drinking a warm tea and reading a worn copy of the hobbit from the library.

“I am not undressed. Though you would do well to actually knock and not just open the door in future. I’d hate for Lillith to ever pick up your poor manners.”

He put good effort into making his daughter as polite as she was. He didn’t need other people undoing that work by making poor examples of themselves.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Rye pushed the door open the rest of the way and stood in the doorway with a wide grin and a hand on her hip. A pocketbook hung from her shoulder.*

Fantastic.

*She let herself in and waltzed over to the nearest chair to sit sprawled out in.*

Sorry to bother you, but I'm gonna bother you. I've been thinking a lot about what you said, or like, the parts I could remember after I sobered up? And you'd never believe what I found.

*Rye lifted the pocketbook up by the strap on the edge of her fingers, letting it swing tantalizingly before Brahm with a self-satisfied smirk. It was... really just an ordinary purse. A little cheap looking, if anything.*

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“No point in apologizing if you plan to do it regardless…”

Brahm sets his book down and looks at her, brows furrowed.

“Our conversation helped you find a purse?”

As far as he remembers, helping Rye in finding a lost purse was not part of their discussion. Nor was acquiring a new one. He did not see why her latest accessory was noteworthy to him specifically.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Rye flicked her hand back and forth at him.*

Nuh uh, you don't get it yet! Basically, I was thinking about how... sad, you are, and especially that you're such a girl dad. So I did some digging in my room, found this, and thought it would be just, like, perfect for what I had in mind!

*She had a pair of hot pink rimmed sunglasses folded over the collar of her floral patterned button up shirt. In one swift motion, Rye whipped it open and slid it up her face so she could really look at Brahm.*

Y'ever heard of this nerd shit called roleplay?

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“Playing pretend? Yes I am familiar. I have had countless tea parties with various imaginary guests.”

He sniffs, looking already rather exhausted by her presence. He wasn’t even going to argue about all the other stuff Rye said about him, he wanted to just get to the point of this visit.

“What about it?”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

Cool. Well, this is for grown ups, so put the teapot and tiaras away! I'm about to show you what it look like when someone unexpectedly meets their demise with a whole lotta unfinished business.

*Rye dumped the contents of the pocketbook onto the foot of Brahm's bed. What rolled out was an improbable amount of junk: a little notepad with an equally small pencil stuck through the spiral, loose change and gift cards, a tamogachi, two packs of gum, and a few more odds and ends Brahm couldn't make out under the mess quite yet.*

Life is all about choices, buddy, and maybe your problem is that you can't make one about yourself that doesn't involve your daughter. So we're gonna break it down by going through my purse and acting out choices I never got the chance to make! Whattaya say? C'monnn, this is a once in a deathtime opportunity I'm offering here!

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahms ears flick in annoyance at the sudden mess on his bed but he doesn’t comment on it. It was probably best to let this play out, it would be over faster that way.

“You want me to play pretend with you about your life regrets…and you think that will help me in some way?”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

Don't get meta with me. But, yeah! Look, you're trying to be all chill for your daughter, right? And you're all fucked up like... this?

*Rye rubbed at her temple while looking him up and down.*

You need someone super normal and basic to show you the ropes! Like me. We're basically gonna build you, like, a humansona. You'll pick up where I left off and see what kind of person you become, 'kay?

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“I get no other options for the basis of my…humansona?” He seems reluctant to even say the word. “I do not think there could possibly be another human less alike to me.”

Case and point that horrible mess she made on his bed.

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Knock, knock!

*Rye did not, in fact, knock on Brahm's door. She did, however, open it a crack to speak through.*

I don't think I gotta worry about a god's decency? Just checking. 'Cause like, I don't care, I just don't wanna walk in on you for your sake. Anyway, can I come in or what?

-🍬 @thesweetestnyarlathotep

Brahm was sitting in his room, drinking a warm tea and reading a worn copy of the hobbit from the library.

“I am not undressed. Though you would do well to actually knock and not just open the door in future. I’d hate for Lillith to ever pick up your poor manners.”

He put good effort into making his daughter as polite as she was. He didn’t need other people undoing that work by making poor examples of themselves.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Rye pushed the door open the rest of the way and stood in the doorway with a wide grin and a hand on her hip. A pocketbook hung from her shoulder.*

Fantastic.

*She let herself in and waltzed over to the nearest chair to sit sprawled out in.*

Sorry to bother you, but I'm gonna bother you. I've been thinking a lot about what you said, or like, the parts I could remember after I sobered up? And you'd never believe what I found.

*Rye lifted the pocketbook up by the strap on the edge of her fingers, letting it swing tantalizingly before Brahm with a self-satisfied smirk. It was... really just an ordinary purse. A little cheap looking, if anything.*

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“No point in apologizing if you plan to do it regardless…”

Brahm sets his book down and looks at her, brows furrowed.

“Our conversation helped you find a purse?”

As far as he remembers, helping Rye in finding a lost purse was not part of their discussion. Nor was acquiring a new one. He did not see why her latest accessory was noteworthy to him specifically.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Rye flicked her hand back and forth at him.*

Nuh uh, you don't get it yet! Basically, I was thinking about how... sad, you are, and especially that you're such a girl dad. So I did some digging in my room, found this, and thought it would be just, like, perfect for what I had in mind!

*She had a pair of hot pink rimmed sunglasses folded over the collar of her floral patterned button up shirt. In one swift motion, Rye whipped it open and slid it up her face so she could really look at Brahm.*

Y'ever heard of this nerd shit called roleplay?

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“Playing pretend? Yes I am familiar. I have had countless tea parties with various imaginary guests.”

He sniffs, looking already rather exhausted by her presence. He wasn’t even going to argue about all the other stuff Rye said about him, he wanted to just get to the point of this visit.

“What about it?”

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

Cool. Well, this is for grown ups, so put the teapot and tiaras away! I'm about to show you what it look like when someone unexpectedly meets their demise with a whole lotta unfinished business.

*Rye dumped the contents of the pocketbook onto the foot of Brahm's bed. What rolled out was an improbable amount of junk: a little notepad with an equally small pencil stuck through the spiral, loose change and gift cards, a tamogachi, two packs of gum, and a few more odds and ends Brahm couldn't make out under the mess quite yet.*

Life is all about choices, buddy, and maybe your problem is that you can't make one about yourself that doesn't involve your daughter. So we're gonna break it down by going through my purse and acting out choices I never got the chance to make! Whattaya say? C'monnn, this is a once in a deathtime opportunity I'm offering here!

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahms ears flick in annoyance at the sudden mess on his bed but he doesn’t comment on it. It was probably best to let this play out, it would be over faster that way.

“You want me to play pretend with you about your life regrets…and you think that will help me in some way?”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Knock, knock!

*Rye did not, in fact, knock on Brahm's door. She did, however, open it a crack to speak through.*

I don't think I gotta worry about a god's decency? Just checking. 'Cause like, I don't care, I just don't wanna walk in on you for your sake. Anyway, can I come in or what?

-🍬 @thesweetestnyarlathotep

Brahm was sitting in his room, drinking a warm tea and reading a worn copy of the hobbit from the library.

“I am not undressed. Though you would do well to actually knock and not just open the door in future. I’d hate for Lillith to ever pick up your poor manners.”

He put good effort into making his daughter as polite as she was. He didn’t need other people undoing that work by making poor examples of themselves.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Rye pushed the door open the rest of the way and stood in the doorway with a wide grin and a hand on her hip. A pocketbook hung from her shoulder.*

Fantastic.

*She let herself in and waltzed over to the nearest chair to sit sprawled out in.*

Sorry to bother you, but I'm gonna bother you. I've been thinking a lot about what you said, or like, the parts I could remember after I sobered up? And you'd never believe what I found.

*Rye lifted the pocketbook up by the strap on the edge of her fingers, letting it swing tantalizingly before Brahm with a self-satisfied smirk. It was... really just an ordinary purse. A little cheap looking, if anything.*

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“No point in apologizing if you plan to do it regardless…”

Brahm sets his book down and looks at her, brows furrowed.

“Our conversation helped you find a purse?”

As far as he remembers, helping Rye in finding a lost purse was not part of their discussion. Nor was acquiring a new one. He did not see why her latest accessory was noteworthy to him specifically.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Rye flicked her hand back and forth at him.*

Nuh uh, you don't get it yet! Basically, I was thinking about how... sad, you are, and especially that you're such a girl dad. So I did some digging in my room, found this, and thought it would be just, like, perfect for what I had in mind!

*She had a pair of hot pink rimmed sunglasses folded over the collar of her floral patterned button up shirt. In one swift motion, Rye whipped it open and slid it up her face so she could really look at Brahm.*

Y'ever heard of this nerd shit called roleplay?

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“Playing pretend? Yes I am familiar. I have had countless tea parties with various imaginary guests.”

He sniffs, looking already rather exhausted by her presence. He wasn’t even going to argue about all the other stuff Rye said about him, he wanted to just get to the point of this visit.

“What about it?”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Knock, knock!

*Rye did not, in fact, knock on Brahm's door. She did, however, open it a crack to speak through.*

I don't think I gotta worry about a god's decency? Just checking. 'Cause like, I don't care, I just don't wanna walk in on you for your sake. Anyway, can I come in or what?

-🍬 @thesweetestnyarlathotep

Brahm was sitting in his room, drinking a warm tea and reading a worn copy of the hobbit from the library.

“I am not undressed. Though you would do well to actually knock and not just open the door in future. I’d hate for Lillith to ever pick up your poor manners.”

He put good effort into making his daughter as polite as she was. He didn’t need other people undoing that work by making poor examples of themselves.

[thesweetestnyarlathotep]

*Rye pushed the door open the rest of the way and stood in the doorway with a wide grin and a hand on her hip. A pocketbook hung from her shoulder.*

Fantastic.

*She let herself in and waltzed over to the nearest chair to sit sprawled out in.*

Sorry to bother you, but I'm gonna bother you. I've been thinking a lot about what you said, or like, the parts I could remember after I sobered up? And you'd never believe what I found.

*Rye lifted the pocketbook up by the strap on the edge of her fingers, letting it swing tantalizingly before Brahm with a self-satisfied smirk. It was... really just an ordinary purse. A little cheap looking, if anything.*

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“No point in apologizing if you plan to do it regardless…”

Brahm sets his book down and looks at her, brows furrowed.

“Our conversation helped you find a purse?”

As far as he remembers, helping Rye in finding a lost purse was not part of their discussion. Nor was acquiring a new one. He did not see why her latest accessory was noteworthy to him specifically.

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Knock, knock!

*Rye did not, in fact, knock on Brahm's door. She did, however, open it a crack to speak through.*

I don't think I gotta worry about a god's decency? Just checking. 'Cause like, I don't care, I just don't wanna walk in on you for your sake. Anyway, can I come in or what?

-🍬 @thesweetestnyarlathotep

Brahm was sitting in his room, drinking a warm tea and reading a worn copy of the hobbit from the library.

“I am not undressed. Though you would do well to actually knock and not just open the door in future. I’d hate for Lillith to ever pick up your poor manners.”

He put good effort into making his daughter as polite as she was. He didn’t need other people undoing that work by making poor examples of themselves.

[waylay-managment-2]

After the celebrations, which Brahm was notably absent from, he appeared at The Manager’s door.

“Welcome back. I apologize for not attending the party…I rather Lillith get to enjoy such things….”

He shuffles into the room awkwardly and has to duck to get inside without catching his horns on the doorframe, an ear twitches in annoyance.

“I was hoping you had a moment to talk? Jackson said you may have some advice for my…situation.” He gestures to his appearance.

-🧑‍🧒

@nyarlathostep-dad

“Ah! I’m assuming you mean you want to look more human. It is difficult, but it’s manageable.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“Yes. that is what I mean. It used to be rather effortless and now…” he huffs. “It is difficult to hold for even a few seconds.”

[waylay-managment-2]

“Alright. The trick is to exhaust your magic.

“Even I can’t stay in a human body full time, but sometimes I have to. So, you can learn to use up some of your reserves so that you don’t need a powerful form.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

He nods, considering.

“I’m guessing you let off a lot of your power running this place?”

Brahm himself had used a bit to make his home with Lillith. Making sure she had food and toys. Replacing her clothes or making them larger as she grew. It was almost certainly less power intensive than the waylay. But it had been an outlet regardless.

[waylay-managment-2]

“That, plus keeping the spells above it in check, keeping the bunker safe, making sure no one gets in when it’s not safe, all of that. You could throw fireballs at the ground if you want!”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“I have no desire to toss fire around.”

He tries to think of an outlet for his powers that doesn’t feel pointless or bothersome.

“What do the others do?“ Brahm struggles to imagine candy slinging fire to let off steam.

[waylay-managment-2]

“The others have other ways to keep their bodies in tact. Also… the others have less power than I have.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Well that wasn't particularly helpful. "I suppose I should go talk to the others then?"

Maybe fireballs would be easier. This was starting to feel like that Picture book Lillith had about the little bird looking for its mother. Being sent to ask the same question person to person.

[waylay-managment-2]

“Wait, I might be able to help. Are you familiar with meditation?”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“Yes. When I had a cult some members found it useful. And Candy had me do some sort of exercise sitting in the sun with my eyes closed.”

“She said I’m a plant in a broken pot.“ he huffs.

[waylay-managment-2]

“A bit. For now, I’d suggest an illusion, but I’m sure you got to this form in some way. Try to do that again, but to get rid of just one thing at a time. You’ll be human before you know it!”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

He shrugs “this is…the least distressing form I can take with the same level of energy I normally expend to look human.”

Brahm taps his chin with a large claw, “I could do an illusion though I’m not… self conscious. I’m more concerned about control. I already hurt Lillith once I need to be able to trust that I won’t do it again. The lack of stability in my form is concerning.”

[waylay-managment-2]

*they nodded.*

“You’re right. I will say, I use a lot of my magic on helping people. Healing is a very good way to burn extra energy. If you’re worried about hurting her, then you can help others.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm wants to tell The Manager he had minimal interest in helping people. He didn’t hate other people. Didn’t want to hurt them anymore than he wanted to help. They were inconsequential to him.

But if this would help him get back to Lillith then he could do it. He would try anything.

“Fine. I presume you have a medical wing here that I can be given access to for such a purpose?”

[waylay-managment-2]

“Yes, the infirmary is that way.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm nods and heads immediately to the infirmary. Might as well get this over with.

The less time he spends playing doctor before he gets to see Lillith again the better.

He knocks on the Infirmary door though because he knows he might be…startling to some patients. hopefully he’s even allowed access.

[waylay-managment-2]

*A woman with a cane opens the door, looks him over and furrows her brows.*

“What are you here for? I see no blood.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“Im here to…assist. The Manager thinks it would be beneficial if I had an outlet for my powers.”

[waylay-managment-2]

“Oh. Yea, come on in then.”

*there wasn’t any patients as of now.*

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm ducks into the room, briefly bumping one horn on the door frame, which earns an annoyed grunt.

“My experience with this sort of thing is…limited. Mostly to pediatrics for my daughter.”

[waylay-managment-2]

“That’s alright. We don’t have many people in any—“

*she turned to fast and winced, grabbing her chest.*

“Forgot that was still an issue.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm leans down to be closer to eye level with Daisy.

“Are you alright?”

[waylay-managment-2]

“Nope. Abdominal surgery sucks. I’m good though.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“I could speed it up if you wish. The healing. I’m used to scraped knees but I’m sure the principle is the same.”

[waylay-managment-2]

“You think so?”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“I am not doing anything your body is not capable of on its own. I simply…encourage it to go a bit faster.” Brahm shrugs. “It will likely tire you. Lillith sometimes requires a nap afterwards.”

[waylay-managment-2]

“That’s fine. I can handle that.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“Are you comfortable with physical contact? I usually kiss Lillith’s injuries better. Though im sure just a gentle touch with my hand will suffice.”

“Unless you… want a kiss on the forehead?” Brahm clearly isn’t the most comfortable with that idea, but his only human contact for the last few years has been Lillith. He’s not exactly sure what’s normal for adults anymore.

[waylay-managment-2]

*Daisy laughed.*

“No thank you, but I appreciate it.”

*she walked over and sat on a cot, holding out her hand to him.*

[nyarlathostep-dad]

He gently takes her hand in his letting it rest on his palm. With a bit of focus he works on healing Daisy.

It makes her feel warm. Cells working and healing faster than normal to repair the damage. A syrupy, sleepy feeling starts to settle over her shoulders as her body uses up energy to heal itself. It takes a few minutes before he deems it done or at least done enough that he can let go and just let the magic he already used finish the job.

“Your boo-boo is all better-“ he coughs and looks away. “I mean-your injury should be healed now. I would suggest you get some rest that was much larger than what I normally heal.”

[waylay-managment-2]

*she laughs again, but she looks visibly exhausted.*

“Thanks. I owe you one.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“Letting me help in here is payment enough.”

He almost starts to tuck Daisy in out of habit but stops himself half way. Lilliths absence aches like a missing limb, as he tries to provide care without the fatherhood he’s grown so accustomed to.

[waylay-managment-2]

“if you say so.”

*she fell into sleep.*

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm sat on the bed across from Daisy’s and closed his eyes. He’d grown used to…not necessarily sleeping, but resting while Lillith slept. He crossed his arms and let his ears droop.

Perhaps The Manager was right and this would be good for him. Providing care felt familiar in a way that simultaneously soothed him and made him ache for his daughter.

[waylay-managment-2]

After the celebrations, which Brahm was notably absent from, he appeared at The Manager’s door.

“Welcome back. I apologize for not attending the party…I rather Lillith get to enjoy such things….”

He shuffles into the room awkwardly and has to duck to get inside without catching his horns on the doorframe, an ear twitches in annoyance.

“I was hoping you had a moment to talk? Jackson said you may have some advice for my…situation.” He gestures to his appearance.

-🧑‍🧒

@nyarlathostep-dad

“Ah! I’m assuming you mean you want to look more human. It is difficult, but it’s manageable.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“Yes. that is what I mean. It used to be rather effortless and now…” he huffs. “It is difficult to hold for even a few seconds.”

[waylay-managment-2]

“Alright. The trick is to exhaust your magic.

“Even I can’t stay in a human body full time, but sometimes I have to. So, you can learn to use up some of your reserves so that you don’t need a powerful form.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

He nods, considering.

“I’m guessing you let off a lot of your power running this place?”

Brahm himself had used a bit to make his home with Lillith. Making sure she had food and toys. Replacing her clothes or making them larger as she grew. It was almost certainly less power intensive than the waylay. But it had been an outlet regardless.

[waylay-managment-2]

“That, plus keeping the spells above it in check, keeping the bunker safe, making sure no one gets in when it’s not safe, all of that. You could throw fireballs at the ground if you want!”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“I have no desire to toss fire around.”

He tries to think of an outlet for his powers that doesn’t feel pointless or bothersome.

“What do the others do?“ Brahm struggles to imagine candy slinging fire to let off steam.

[waylay-managment-2]

“The others have other ways to keep their bodies in tact. Also… the others have less power than I have.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Well that wasn't particularly helpful. "I suppose I should go talk to the others then?"

Maybe fireballs would be easier. This was starting to feel like that Picture book Lillith had about the little bird looking for its mother. Being sent to ask the same question person to person.

[waylay-managment-2]

“Wait, I might be able to help. Are you familiar with meditation?”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“Yes. When I had a cult some members found it useful. And Candy had me do some sort of exercise sitting in the sun with my eyes closed.”

“She said I’m a plant in a broken pot.“ he huffs.

[waylay-managment-2]

“A bit. For now, I’d suggest an illusion, but I’m sure you got to this form in some way. Try to do that again, but to get rid of just one thing at a time. You’ll be human before you know it!”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

He shrugs “this is…the least distressing form I can take with the same level of energy I normally expend to look human.”

Brahm taps his chin with a large claw, “I could do an illusion though I’m not… self conscious. I’m more concerned about control. I already hurt Lillith once I need to be able to trust that I won’t do it again. The lack of stability in my form is concerning.”

[waylay-managment-2]

*they nodded.*

“You’re right. I will say, I use a lot of my magic on helping people. Healing is a very good way to burn extra energy. If you’re worried about hurting her, then you can help others.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm wants to tell The Manager he had minimal interest in helping people. He didn’t hate other people. Didn’t want to hurt them anymore than he wanted to help. They were inconsequential to him.

But if this would help him get back to Lillith then he could do it. He would try anything.

“Fine. I presume you have a medical wing here that I can be given access to for such a purpose?”

[waylay-managment-2]

“Yes, the infirmary is that way.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm nods and heads immediately to the infirmary. Might as well get this over with.

The less time he spends playing doctor before he gets to see Lillith again the better.

He knocks on the Infirmary door though because he knows he might be…startling to some patients. hopefully he’s even allowed access.

[waylay-managment-2]

*A woman with a cane opens the door, looks him over and furrows her brows.*

“What are you here for? I see no blood.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“Im here to…assist. The Manager thinks it would be beneficial if I had an outlet for my powers.”

[waylay-managment-2]

“Oh. Yea, come on in then.”

*there wasn’t any patients as of now.*

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm ducks into the room, briefly bumping one horn on the door frame, which earns an annoyed grunt.

“My experience with this sort of thing is…limited. Mostly to pediatrics for my daughter.”

[waylay-managment-2]

“That’s alright. We don’t have many people in any—“

*she turned to fast and winced, grabbing her chest.*

“Forgot that was still an issue.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm leans down to be closer to eye level with Daisy.

“Are you alright?”

[waylay-managment-2]

“Nope. Abdominal surgery sucks. I’m good though.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“I could speed it up if you wish. The healing. I’m used to scraped knees but I’m sure the principle is the same.”

[waylay-managment-2]

“You think so?”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“I am not doing anything your body is not capable of on its own. I simply…encourage it to go a bit faster.” Brahm shrugs. “It will likely tire you. Lillith sometimes requires a nap afterwards.”

[waylay-managment-2]

“That’s fine. I can handle that.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“Are you comfortable with physical contact? I usually kiss Lillith’s injuries better. Though im sure just a gentle touch with my hand will suffice.”

“Unless you… want a kiss on the forehead?” Brahm clearly isn’t the most comfortable with that idea, but his only human contact for the last few years has been Lillith. He’s not exactly sure what’s normal for adults anymore.

[waylay-managment-2]

*Daisy laughed.*

“No thank you, but I appreciate it.”

*she walked over and sat on a cot, holding out her hand to him.*

[nyarlathostep-dad]

He gently takes her hand in his letting it rest on his palm. With a bit of focus he works on healing Daisy.

It makes her feel warm. Cells working and healing faster than normal to repair the damage. A syrupy, sleepy feeling starts to settle over her shoulders as her body uses up energy to heal itself. It takes a few minutes before he deems it done or at least done enough that he can let go and just let the magic he already used finish the job.

“Your boo-boo is all better-“ he coughs and looks away. “I mean-your injury should be healed now. I would suggest you get some rest that was much larger than what I normally heal.”

[waylay-managment-2]

*she laughs again, but she looks visibly exhausted.*

“Thanks. I owe you one.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“Letting me help in here is payment enough.”

He almost starts to tuck Daisy in out of habit but stops himself half way. Lilliths absence aches like a missing limb, as he tries to provide care without the fatherhood he’s grown so accustomed to.

[waylay-managment-2]

After the celebrations, which Brahm was notably absent from, he appeared at The Manager’s door.

“Welcome back. I apologize for not attending the party…I rather Lillith get to enjoy such things….”

He shuffles into the room awkwardly and has to duck to get inside without catching his horns on the doorframe, an ear twitches in annoyance.

“I was hoping you had a moment to talk? Jackson said you may have some advice for my…situation.” He gestures to his appearance.

-🧑‍🧒

@nyarlathostep-dad

“Ah! I’m assuming you mean you want to look more human. It is difficult, but it’s manageable.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“Yes. that is what I mean. It used to be rather effortless and now…” he huffs. “It is difficult to hold for even a few seconds.”

[waylay-managment-2]

“Alright. The trick is to exhaust your magic.

“Even I can’t stay in a human body full time, but sometimes I have to. So, you can learn to use up some of your reserves so that you don’t need a powerful form.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

He nods, considering.

“I’m guessing you let off a lot of your power running this place?”

Brahm himself had used a bit to make his home with Lillith. Making sure she had food and toys. Replacing her clothes or making them larger as she grew. It was almost certainly less power intensive than the waylay. But it had been an outlet regardless.

[waylay-managment-2]

“That, plus keeping the spells above it in check, keeping the bunker safe, making sure no one gets in when it’s not safe, all of that. You could throw fireballs at the ground if you want!”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“I have no desire to toss fire around.”

He tries to think of an outlet for his powers that doesn’t feel pointless or bothersome.

“What do the others do?“ Brahm struggles to imagine candy slinging fire to let off steam.

[waylay-managment-2]

“The others have other ways to keep their bodies in tact. Also… the others have less power than I have.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Well that wasn't particularly helpful. "I suppose I should go talk to the others then?"

Maybe fireballs would be easier. This was starting to feel like that Picture book Lillith had about the little bird looking for its mother. Being sent to ask the same question person to person.

[waylay-managment-2]

“Wait, I might be able to help. Are you familiar with meditation?”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“Yes. When I had a cult some members found it useful. And Candy had me do some sort of exercise sitting in the sun with my eyes closed.”

“She said I’m a plant in a broken pot.“ he huffs.

[waylay-managment-2]

“A bit. For now, I’d suggest an illusion, but I’m sure you got to this form in some way. Try to do that again, but to get rid of just one thing at a time. You’ll be human before you know it!”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

He shrugs “this is…the least distressing form I can take with the same level of energy I normally expend to look human.”

Brahm taps his chin with a large claw, “I could do an illusion though I’m not… self conscious. I’m more concerned about control. I already hurt Lillith once I need to be able to trust that I won’t do it again. The lack of stability in my form is concerning.”

[waylay-managment-2]

*they nodded.*

“You’re right. I will say, I use a lot of my magic on helping people. Healing is a very good way to burn extra energy. If you’re worried about hurting her, then you can help others.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm wants to tell The Manager he had minimal interest in helping people. He didn’t hate other people. Didn’t want to hurt them anymore than he wanted to help. They were inconsequential to him.

But if this would help him get back to Lillith then he could do it. He would try anything.

“Fine. I presume you have a medical wing here that I can be given access to for such a purpose?”

[waylay-managment-2]

“Yes, the infirmary is that way.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm nods and heads immediately to the infirmary. Might as well get this over with.

The less time he spends playing doctor before he gets to see Lillith again the better.

He knocks on the Infirmary door though because he knows he might be…startling to some patients. hopefully he’s even allowed access.

[waylay-managment-2]

*A woman with a cane opens the door, looks him over and furrows her brows.*

“What are you here for? I see no blood.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“Im here to…assist. The Manager thinks it would be beneficial if I had an outlet for my powers.”

[waylay-managment-2]

“Oh. Yea, come on in then.”

*there wasn’t any patients as of now.*

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm ducks into the room, briefly bumping one horn on the door frame, which earns an annoyed grunt.

“My experience with this sort of thing is…limited. Mostly to pediatrics for my daughter.”

[waylay-managment-2]

“That’s alright. We don’t have many people in any—“

*she turned to fast and winced, grabbing her chest.*

“Forgot that was still an issue.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm leans down to be closer to eye level with Daisy.

“Are you alright?”

[waylay-managment-2]

“Nope. Abdominal surgery sucks. I’m good though.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“I could speed it up if you wish. The healing. I’m used to scraped knees but I’m sure the principle is the same.”

[waylay-managment-2]

“You think so?”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“I am not doing anything your body is not capable of on its own. I simply…encourage it to go a bit faster.” Brahm shrugs. “It will likely tire you. Lillith sometimes requires a nap afterwards.”

[waylay-managment-2]

“That’s fine. I can handle that.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“Are you comfortable with physical contact? I usually kiss Lillith’s injuries better. Though im sure just a gentle touch with my hand will suffice.”

“Unless you… want a kiss on the forehead?” Brahm clearly isn’t the most comfortable with that idea, but his only human contact for the last few years has been Lillith. He’s not exactly sure what’s normal for adults anymore.

[waylay-managment-2]

*Daisy laughed.*

“No thank you, but I appreciate it.”

*she walked over and sat on a cot, holding out her hand to him.*

[nyarlathostep-dad]

He gently takes her hand in his letting it rest on his palm. With a bit of focus he works on healing Daisy.

It makes her feel warm. Cells working and healing faster than normal to repair the damage. A syrupy, sleepy feeling starts to settle over her shoulders as her body uses up energy to heal itself. It takes a few minutes before he deems it done or at least done enough that he can let go and just let the magic he already used finish the job.

“Your boo-boo is all better-“ he coughs and looks away. “I mean-your injury should be healed now. I would suggest you get some rest that was much larger than what I normally heal.”

[waylay-managment-2]

After the celebrations, which Brahm was notably absent from, he appeared at The Manager’s door.

“Welcome back. I apologize for not attending the party…I rather Lillith get to enjoy such things….”

He shuffles into the room awkwardly and has to duck to get inside without catching his horns on the doorframe, an ear twitches in annoyance.

“I was hoping you had a moment to talk? Jackson said you may have some advice for my…situation.” He gestures to his appearance.

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@nyarlathostep-dad

“Ah! I’m assuming you mean you want to look more human. It is difficult, but it’s manageable.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“Yes. that is what I mean. It used to be rather effortless and now…” he huffs. “It is difficult to hold for even a few seconds.”

[waylay-managment-2]

“Alright. The trick is to exhaust your magic.

“Even I can’t stay in a human body full time, but sometimes I have to. So, you can learn to use up some of your reserves so that you don’t need a powerful form.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

He nods, considering.

“I’m guessing you let off a lot of your power running this place?”

Brahm himself had used a bit to make his home with Lillith. Making sure she had food and toys. Replacing her clothes or making them larger as she grew. It was almost certainly less power intensive than the waylay. But it had been an outlet regardless.

[waylay-managment-2]

“That, plus keeping the spells above it in check, keeping the bunker safe, making sure no one gets in when it’s not safe, all of that. You could throw fireballs at the ground if you want!”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“I have no desire to toss fire around.”

He tries to think of an outlet for his powers that doesn’t feel pointless or bothersome.

“What do the others do?“ Brahm struggles to imagine candy slinging fire to let off steam.

[waylay-managment-2]

“The others have other ways to keep their bodies in tact. Also… the others have less power than I have.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Well that wasn't particularly helpful. "I suppose I should go talk to the others then?"

Maybe fireballs would be easier. This was starting to feel like that Picture book Lillith had about the little bird looking for its mother. Being sent to ask the same question person to person.

[waylay-managment-2]

“Wait, I might be able to help. Are you familiar with meditation?”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“Yes. When I had a cult some members found it useful. And Candy had me do some sort of exercise sitting in the sun with my eyes closed.”

“She said I’m a plant in a broken pot.“ he huffs.

[waylay-managment-2]

“A bit. For now, I’d suggest an illusion, but I’m sure you got to this form in some way. Try to do that again, but to get rid of just one thing at a time. You’ll be human before you know it!”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

He shrugs “this is…the least distressing form I can take with the same level of energy I normally expend to look human.”

Brahm taps his chin with a large claw, “I could do an illusion though I’m not… self conscious. I’m more concerned about control. I already hurt Lillith once I need to be able to trust that I won’t do it again. The lack of stability in my form is concerning.”

[waylay-managment-2]

*they nodded.*

“You’re right. I will say, I use a lot of my magic on helping people. Healing is a very good way to burn extra energy. If you’re worried about hurting her, then you can help others.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm wants to tell The Manager he had minimal interest in helping people. He didn’t hate other people. Didn’t want to hurt them anymore than he wanted to help. They were inconsequential to him.

But if this would help him get back to Lillith then he could do it. He would try anything.

“Fine. I presume you have a medical wing here that I can be given access to for such a purpose?”

[waylay-managment-2]

“Yes, the infirmary is that way.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm nods and heads immediately to the infirmary. Might as well get this over with.

The less time he spends playing doctor before he gets to see Lillith again the better.

He knocks on the Infirmary door though because he knows he might be…startling to some patients. hopefully he’s even allowed access.

[waylay-managment-2]

*A woman with a cane opens the door, looks him over and furrows her brows.*

“What are you here for? I see no blood.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“Im here to…assist. The Manager thinks it would be beneficial if I had an outlet for my powers.”

[waylay-managment-2]

“Oh. Yea, come on in then.”

*there wasn’t any patients as of now.*

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm ducks into the room, briefly bumping one horn on the door frame, which earns an annoyed grunt.

“My experience with this sort of thing is…limited. Mostly to pediatrics for my daughter.”

[waylay-managment-2]

“That’s alright. We don’t have many people in any—“

*she turned to fast and winced, grabbing her chest.*

“Forgot that was still an issue.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

Brahm leans down to be closer to eye level with Daisy.

“Are you alright?”

[waylay-managment-2]

“Nope. Abdominal surgery sucks. I’m good though.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“I could speed it up if you wish. The healing. I’m used to scraped knees but I’m sure the principle is the same.”

[waylay-managment-2]

“You think so?”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“I am not doing anything your body is not capable of on its own. I simply…encourage it to go a bit faster.” Brahm shrugs. “It will likely tire you. Lillith sometimes requires a nap afterwards.”

[waylay-managment-2]

“That’s fine. I can handle that.”

[nyarlathostep-dad]

“Are you comfortable with physical contact? I usually kiss Lillith’s injuries better. Though im sure just a gentle touch with my hand will suffice.”

“Unless you… want a kiss on the forehead?” Brahm clearly isn’t the most comfortable with that idea, but his only human contact for the last few years has been Lillith. He’s not exactly sure what’s normal for adults anymore.