the corridors were always dimmer.

"I get so scared when the light won't shine brightly, It's so dark in my room and somebody must want me dead."

[sincerely-your-friend]

There is something you must feel guilty for, but it is okay. Because the Light will forgive you. You will be forgiven for everything all of the terrible atrocities. Everything. You will be forgiven.

〝The Light is love, and love is Light.〞

But please remember, the Light can only be so forgiving. It is not as forgiving as you think.

A poor excuse of a lonely follower. You are missing something you will never be again, you know? Someone you will never seen again. Someone you have never met. Latching onto others guilt is something you are fond of.

You must be okay, of course. Lean on being okay. You will find salvation in the Light. And you will return the both of you into their good graces. And everything will be okay, again.

Won't it?

You have not felt the clutches of death in so long. You are beginning to forget what it is like.

observer! we know it. we know what will happen. but that's okay. some fun facts, maybe a bit of a refresher!

-> Observer is terrified of the dark. It is also scared of small spaces.

-> Observer is very fucking short. Oh my god I can't get over this. Observer is shorter than me. It's like five two.

-> Observer's frills are very damaged. It is malnourished and barely takes care of itself.

-> Observer abuses substances as a coping mechanism. It is not effective.

-> Observer is aplatonic. It does not consider anyone a friend, not even Courier. They just call each other friends, mostly because of Moot.

-> Courier and Observer were childhood friends. Observer remembers Cassie very well.

[sincerely-your-friend]

*Angel took a deep breath, they’ve been preparing themself for another conversation all day. Just one more interaction, then they’ll determine if its sinful to befriend it or not. …despite the preparing they still don’t have a plan? ..well i suppose they’ll have to figure this out, im not helping their lack of preparedness.*

Hello, Observer! How are you today? I think im doing quite well, personally.

*Ohh, i see. Angel prepared to talk confidently and not to have proper conversation. Idiot. Anyhow, despite Angel talking confidentally, they still fidgeted with their hands. The most notable sign of anxiety. you’d think they’d be better at hiding this anxiety stuff, but i guess not!*

It wasn’t as if Observer noticed its anxiety. Or if it did, it didn’t mention it or even draw the slightest attention to it.

Good evening, Angel.

It thought briefly to its mess of a kitchen, grimacing slightly. It would…deal with that. Later.

…Fine enough, thank you. I am…glad you are doing okay.

It ended up without a gift for Angel earlier, in all honesty, it figured it would be able to make due while missing some ingredients…and it could not. It could’ve sworn the child’s spirit was mocking it for its attempts. Regardless, it was empty handed and unsure how to express…whatever it was it wanted to tell them. It opted for a secondary route.

It’s pleasant to see you today, Angel. Is there anything you needed to discuss?

It asked, not exactly looking in Angel’s direction.

[runaway-angel-of-something]

*Angel paused—well they didn’t think this far.*

er—Nothing in particular, no, i just…wanted to talk to you, i suppose! Although it was rude of me to just…show up? My apologies for that.

*Angel bowed their head, and then quickly straightened their posture. It’d be weird to do that towards a friend, right? are they even friends? this is too confusing for me. Although it is something Angel does to anyone whilst apologizing its still weird. In my opinion. Apparently not to Angel, but i digress.*

Do you have anything you’d like to talk about? It um it is alright if not! I did just…show up here. so i understand if it is … annoying.

*Angel looked at Observer, trying not to stare but not wanting to look away. Like a dammed creep. gross.*

[sincerely-your-friend]

Observer blinked, as they snapped their eyes back to Angel. It seemed surprised, before smiling at them.

Ah, no, no. There isn’t a need to worry, I appreciate your company, and talking with you.

Observer looked away again, folding its hands as it swallowed its own worry uncomfortably. It ought to ask rather than leave the question hanging, shouldn’t it?

I’m truly happy you wanted to speak with me, hm….I did have a question for you, I—I was planning on bringing you a gift but it…didn’t work out.

It mulled over it for only a second, better sooner rather than later.

Would you like to be f—No, no. That wasn’t right, it felt sick just trying to suggest it. It’d remain friendless. What exactly did it want then? Would you like to be…allies?

[sincerely-your-friend]

*Angel took a deep breath, they’ve been preparing themself for another conversation all day. Just one more interaction, then they’ll determine if its sinful to befriend it or not. …despite the preparing they still don’t have a plan? ..well i suppose they’ll have to figure this out, im not helping their lack of preparedness.*

Hello, Observer! How are you today? I think im doing quite well, personally.

*Ohh, i see. Angel prepared to talk confidently and not to have proper conversation. Idiot. Anyhow, despite Angel talking confidentally, they still fidgeted with their hands. The most notable sign of anxiety. you’d think they’d be better at hiding this anxiety stuff, but i guess not!*

It wasn’t as if Observer noticed its anxiety. Or if it did, it didn’t mention it or even draw the slightest attention to it.

Good evening, Angel.

It thought briefly to its mess of a kitchen, grimacing slightly. It would…deal with that. Later.

…Fine enough, thank you. I am…glad you are doing okay.

It ended up without a gift for Angel earlier, in all honesty, it figured it would be able to make due while missing some ingredients…and it could not. It could’ve sworn the child’s spirit was mocking it for its attempts. Regardless, it was empty handed and unsure how to express…whatever it was it wanted to tell them. It opted for a secondary route.

It’s pleasant to see you today, Angel. Is there anything you needed to discuss?

It asked, not exactly looking in Angel’s direction.

[sincerely-your-friend]

Observer’s thoughts loosely wandered around the idea of Angel. It hadn’t ever wanted to…be friends….with someone before, but surely that’s what this was, yes?

It tapped its pen on its desk and its foot on the hardwood in unison, it was the middle of the night but it couldn’t get itself to fall back asleep. It scribbled down something, attempting legible writing. It would send this letter to the post man. It would refrain from mentioning the Angel though. It did consider the advice the post man would give it, he always seemed to be very friendly after all.

…so, it should make cookies, right?

Cookies should be relatively easy to make, they seemed simple enough. Observer’s lack of confidence stemmed more from the fact majority of its “help” for the post man was related to washing or gathering. It didn’t mind, in fact it preferred it, honestly! It could probably gather the just of what it remembered the last time the post man made cookies.

This seemed like a good idea. It would try.

[sincerely-your-friend]

tap tap

It tapped in response.

[sincerely-your-friend]

Observer sat quietly as it wrote…or tried to write. It had found an affinity for writing when it stayed with the post man, but it wasn’t very….good at it.

Courier had showed it alternative ways to “write”, but it wanted to do it with pen to paper. It had gotten better over the years, but it still wasn’t proficient. It knew it was better than the child, though.

Observer was slightly curious as to why it, the both of them for that matter, struggled so much. Had the Church not provided them with an education? …Perhaps it should have been more grateful for the post man’s mother. It would get her flowers after it finished this letter.

Its hands were shaking, and it found itself more comfortable attempting to write in cursive. It helped to hide the spelling mistakes as well.

It signed off on the letter, folding it carefully and putting it into a decorated envelope. The post man had gifted them to it, and Observer always found itself too sentimental to use them…but what was the point in having them if they were never put to use? If nobody else got to see them? It understood the post man’s perspective, he enjoyed letters, and letters were meant to be shared. So it would share them for him.

It set the letter in its drawer, it would deliver it to the Angel another time.

[sincerely-your-friend]

Observer lit the candles quietly as it sat beside it’s offerings to the Light. Its mind was empty as it “prayed”, that’s how it usually was. It was sure it grew up in the Church, (it had so many childhood memories with the post man though, was everything really blurring together so awfully?), it grew up around everyone praying. Even the post man’s mother would pray before a meal, but Observer was never sure what a prayer was meant to have. What were you supposed to say? Or think? Did it ask for more forgiveness?

It shifted as it looked up towards the ceiling in the dark room. Only the candles providing any light. It was a yellowish color, but it was traditional. It mind drifted to Angel. Did it want a friend? It didn’t understand, it hadn’t even felt this way for the post man, and their relationship could be described as “friends”, if one so pleased. The post man had described the feeling of desiring a friend to it before, and it supposed this was similar.

Would having a friend displease the Light? …Being friends didn’t necessarily constitute love. Was that just Observer making excuses? Would it be left in the dark if it pursued friendship with the Angel? Did it even want friendship?

It could ask the Light, it could pray and beg for an answer, but it was afraid it didn’t want one. It wanted to leave itself suspended in the truth. It didn’t want to be told that it couldn’t have this or it would lose the Light as well.

It would ask the Angel to be friends. was that what it wanted?

It pressed its hands together again, asking for forgiveness.

it wasn’t sure it would be granted this time.

It put the candles out, and went to bed.

[sincerely-your-friend]

Peony I wanna go home.!!

It considered the thought for a moment. Where would home be? Wasn’t it home now? Did it desire to visit the post man again? Didn’t it know that wasn’t its home?

We are home now. Isn’t it—

Nooo!! I want to go back home to her!! It’s no fair that we don’t get to see her anymore!!!

Wh- what? The post man’s mother? Little lamb you know she’s passed o-

UGHH NO! You’re so DUMB peony! and stop calling me that! I have a NAME!!!

That you refuse to tell me.

…that’s ‘cause its dumb…

Observer sighed, rather frustrated. It hadn’t a clue how long the child’s spirit had been bothering it by now, but it refused to tell. And it seemed intent on keeping it that way. The situation clearly benefitted neither of them, so it didn’t understand why it wouldn’t just tell it what it needed to know.

It didn’t even know why it was so insistent on calling it Peony. It had explained its name before, and that people were calling it Observer now, but it seemed quite set on the nickname.

peony why are we back at the church again? i don’t want to be here.

Oh, it’s fine. The Church is home, we are loved here. The Light is here!

i don’t think we’re…

Think before you speak. …think? Regardless, there is no need to be blasphemous, at least not whilst we are on the holy grounds. Think like that when we are ‘home’, otherwise they might hear you.

…

Don’t you like the flowers?

i do. but we could plant flowers at home too.

…We…well we could, but isn’t it meaningful to have them in a place they would be loved?

they’re gonna drown in it.

And to drown in love would be a favored fate.

…whatever you say.

We’ll go home and write a letter to the postman after I leave my prayers and offerings for the Light, I promise little one. I am sorry for whatever grief this is…causing you I suppose.

you could call me a real name!

I could. If you told me one.

…

It sighed, it wasn’t going to get anywhere with that, was it? What a frustrating child. It clenched its jaw, it wasn’t very creative, and neither was the postman, so it couldn’t ask him for help either. It could ask the Angel, but it felt that would be a bit offputting for someone that had just met it. In fact, it was offputting for it!

Which of those flowers did you like again? Dandelions?

those aren’t flowers, they’re weeds…but umm yeah.

How about I just call you Dandelion for now then?

you’re no good at nicknames…

I’m not, but I don’t think Peony is much better.

HEY!!! i think it’s nice! peony’s are pretty too!!! i was being nice!!! you’re calling me a weed!

you might as well be. I thought you liked them?

I do!!!!! i do!!!! why does that matter!!!

Right. Well that’s what I’ll stick with until you give me something you prefer.

okay…

….

when we go home can you get me some fruit?

Of course, if we have the money.

i’d just steal it.

The Light would not approve of such things.

well the light can drown for all i-

Not on the Church grounds, dandelion.

okaaayyy.

Observer refrained from rolling its eyes, but it smiled. It really was just a child, it couldn’t understand why the spirit seemed to never leave it be, though. Did it not want to pass on? Was something keeping it here? Perhaps it would pray for it as well.

[a-runaway-angel]

….How have you been?

it’s trying to be cordial. it offers a smile but it doesn’t quite reach its eyes. it never liked interacting with people that put it on edge. though, it supposed the angel didn’t put it on edge. it still felt as if the name was lacking. “the angel” would suffice, despite the improperness of using a shortened name.

unfortunately, just being in front of them was making its throat burn. it would have to ask the Light for forgiveness in its judgement and dislike for this angel.

..hm? Ah, I have been doing well, ive quite happy as of recent. Oh uhm-er what about you? How have you been?

*Angel stands up just a bit straighter, clearly a pitiful attempt to hide their nervous stance. Speaking of which, I don't understand how such a short person is causing them any anxiety, nor why this one makes them so anxious. Its name was ... Observer right? Well I don't like it, at all. But i GUESS now isn't the time for MY complaining, back to Angel. They're still attempting to seem calm and collected--despite their fidgeting hands. Right as i say that they force themself to stop fidgeting. How funny.*

[sincerely-your-friend]

I think I’m doing fine, the Light guides me when I need it. Thank you for asking.

It folded its hands together politely, clenching its jaw as it realized it hadn’t the slightest clue what to talk about. It could only wish the Light could guide it through conversations as well, but it supposed that was best saved to learn own its own. It looked away from the Angel, it was never the best at gauging how a conversation should or would go.

Good to hear that you’ve been happy, hopefully means the Light has been shining brightly for you. Mind if I ask on if there’s anything particular bringing your mood up?

If Observer was being honest, it wasn’t very…well rounded in a hobby sense. It had the Light, and it was all it needed, but it was hard to rely on the Light on darker days. It knew it must keep faith regardless, that the cloudy and rainy days, the nights, are simply a test for it, but it does not leave it without some melancholy. It wouldn’t truly take advice from the Angel, but it supposed…it couldn’t hurt, if they were truly happy.

[a-runaway-angel]

I'm glad you are doing well too, Observer.

*Angel very convientiently ignored any talk of "the Light". I don't blame them , i would too. If anything I'd ignore this 'Observer' person too. I still don't like it. Anyway back to Angel, theyre twirling their hair as they talk... which is quite a common thing they do, so i am not sure why i chose that to mention.*

Well, no nothing in particular is making me happy, i think just feeling safe for once, that is joy itself. i mean i always felt safe its just different now..yyyou dont even know what im talking about ssorry.! anyway-- I have been going on nature walks recently, that could be helping. Ive always liked walking, apparently i used to get lost a lot. But now i don't get lost, i just walk down whatever paths i find. Which means i can retrace my steps, usually. Oh ah--apologies, i don't mean to ramble.

*Angel is being stupid again, never knowing when to shut up, although i suppose in this case it might be better to weird this person out. Again, i do not like it, nor understand why Angel seems to like it.*

[sincerely-your-friend]

Something they said made observer split a genuine smile, almost giggle, maybe. It cleared its throat and reset its face. It couldn’t help it, why were they so apologetic?

…No, no it’s fine. I asked, after all. It’s good that you feel safe, may the Light keep leading a path for you. I’ll admit, being here has me on edge again, though I’m…I’m sure it’s worth it, to be closer to the Light. Who wouldn’t be nervous to be close to the Light itself?

It stares at Angel, maybe for a moment too long. It was bad faith to doubt the light at all, it knew. But…it could admit that putting on its robes again and being so close to the Church again was…Off putting. Why would it feel fear, though? The Light was here to love it, to guide it. The Light is love, after all.

We could go on a walk, if you’d like. I’m rather familiar with the forests around here, perhaps I could even show you the Church. There’s a lot to see there…it squints, trying to remember something, Hm, I- I think the Church had a tender, I have a hard time remembering, I was a lot younger then…My point is that there was a lot of flowers around the Church, if you want to see.

[a-runaway-angel]

*Angel very clearly had no idea what Observer was talking about. They had…a lot of questions, i mean i do too. Who, or what, is this "Light", theyve been mentioned a lot. …but of course Angel refuses to ask any important questions.*

Well do you think theres anything that could make you uhhm less nervous? Is there any ways i can help? Its fine if not, i just figured i could ask..?

*Angel shifts in their position, its barely noticable but they seem to move just a bit closer to Observer. Weird, really weird. Hopefully this will weird it out enough to leave them alone. ..Hopefully.*

A walk? Oh, that would be nice. I do Iike flowers, it’d be nice to see some. Honestly i think it’d be fun to simply walk around, I don’t really care where.

*…are you kidding me? Angel makes the STUPID decision to accept the offer of going on a walk.*

[sincerely-your-friend]

Observer blinked, it hadn’t really considered the option of doing something to make it….less nervous. It assumed to be so on edge was to be vigilant, and that would be a virtue in the eyes of the Light.

Well I feel it’s just fine to leave alone, it’s good to have a bit of nervousness around here. Thank you for the thoughtfulness, though.

Observer smiled, glad that its offer was accepted. It wasn’t sure why, spending time with the Angel just seemed appealing it supposed. They were seeming to be much better company than Observer originally thought.

The scenery here is quite nice to share with others, I think. I’m fond of sharing the experience occasionally. I’m sure I could get it…it trailed off, seeming a little confused with its wording. I know a bit about flowers too, if you’re interested.

[a-runaway-angel]

I do not see how nervousness is good in any context, but if you say so i suppose i cant argue.

*…we are actually doing this? great. angel is once again attempting to be proper, probably to AVOIDING weirding it out. which is ironic considering how it was acting so little ago. i predict they will give up on being so proper and perfect soon. idiot cant stick to one personality. its either theyre a perfect little thin or theyre actually themself. both are annoying. i give up, im not narrating this.*

Hm? i uh dont really KNOW much about flowers, i just think theyre pretty. so i would like to learn what you know, that would be nice.

*They appear to not have noticed Observers confusing stumble over words, or just dont care. It’d be annoying if they didn’t care, then again they never notice anything so it is probably that. ….wait didnt i say i refuse to narrate this. whatever.*

[sincerely-your-friend]

I’m happy to share.

It hesitated for a moment, it wasn’t very good at making plans. It was usually the one being dragged along when it did do things with others.

…When would you like to go for this walk? I don’t exactly…it tried to think for a moment, get all of its words in place, I don’t have a very busy schedule, but if you are busy I can work with whatever time that would be best for you.

I agree that flowers are pretty.

It added, more so in a mumble. The few possessions that it did have unrelated to the Light were more floral themed. Though most of those things were gifts, so it may have been influenced slightly.

[a-runaway-angel]

….How have you been?

it’s trying to be cordial. it offers a smile but it doesn’t quite reach its eyes. it never liked interacting with people that put it on edge. though, it supposed the angel didn’t put it on edge. it still felt as if the name was lacking. “the angel” would suffice, despite the improperness of using a shortened name.

unfortunately, just being in front of them was making its throat burn. it would have to ask the Light for forgiveness in its judgement and dislike for this angel.

..hm? Ah, I have been doing well, ive quite happy as of recent. Oh uhm-er what about you? How have you been?

*Angel stands up just a bit straighter, clearly a pitiful attempt to hide their nervous stance. Speaking of which, I don't understand how such a short person is causing them any anxiety, nor why this one makes them so anxious. Its name was ... Observer right? Well I don't like it, at all. But i GUESS now isn't the time for MY complaining, back to Angel. They're still attempting to seem calm and collected--despite their fidgeting hands. Right as i say that they force themself to stop fidgeting. How funny.*

[sincerely-your-friend]

I think I’m doing fine, the Light guides me when I need it. Thank you for asking.

It folded its hands together politely, clenching its jaw as it realized it hadn’t the slightest clue what to talk about. It could only wish the Light could guide it through conversations as well, but it supposed that was best saved to learn own its own. It looked away from the Angel, it was never the best at gauging how a conversation should or would go.

Good to hear that you’ve been happy, hopefully means the Light has been shining brightly for you. Mind if I ask on if there’s anything particular bringing your mood up?

If Observer was being honest, it wasn’t very…well rounded in a hobby sense. It had the Light, and it was all it needed, but it was hard to rely on the Light on darker days. It knew it must keep faith regardless, that the cloudy and rainy days, the nights, are simply a test for it, but it does not leave it without some melancholy. It wouldn’t truly take advice from the Angel, but it supposed…it couldn’t hurt, if they were truly happy.

[a-runaway-angel]

I'm glad you are doing well too, Observer.

*Angel very convientiently ignored any talk of "the Light". I don't blame them , i would too. If anything I'd ignore this 'Observer' person too. I still don't like it. Anyway back to Angel, theyre twirling their hair as they talk... which is quite a common thing they do, so i am not sure why i chose that to mention.*

Well, no nothing in particular is making me happy, i think just feeling safe for once, that is joy itself. i mean i always felt safe its just different now..yyyou dont even know what im talking about ssorry.! anyway-- I have been going on nature walks recently, that could be helping. Ive always liked walking, apparently i used to get lost a lot. But now i don't get lost, i just walk down whatever paths i find. Which means i can retrace my steps, usually. Oh ah--apologies, i don't mean to ramble.

*Angel is being stupid again, never knowing when to shut up, although i suppose in this case it might be better to weird this person out. Again, i do not like it, nor understand why Angel seems to like it.*

[sincerely-your-friend]

Something they said made observer split a genuine smile, almost giggle, maybe. It cleared its throat and reset its face. It couldn’t help it, why were they so apologetic?

…No, no it’s fine. I asked, after all. It’s good that you feel safe, may the Light keep leading a path for you. I’ll admit, being here has me on edge again, though I’m…I’m sure it’s worth it, to be closer to the Light. Who wouldn’t be nervous to be close to the Light itself?

It stares at Angel, maybe for a moment too long. It was bad faith to doubt the light at all, it knew. But…it could admit that putting on its robes again and being so close to the Church again was…Off putting. Why would it feel fear, though? The Light was here to love it, to guide it. The Light is love, after all.

We could go on a walk, if you’d like. I’m rather familiar with the forests around here, perhaps I could even show you the Church. There’s a lot to see there…it squints, trying to remember something, Hm, I- I think the Church had a tender, I have a hard time remembering, I was a lot younger then…My point is that there was a lot of flowers around the Church, if you want to see.

[a-runaway-angel]

*Angel very clearly had no idea what Observer was talking about. They had…a lot of questions, i mean i do too. Who, or what, is this "Light", theyve been mentioned a lot. …but of course Angel refuses to ask any important questions.*

Well do you think theres anything that could make you uhhm less nervous? Is there any ways i can help? Its fine if not, i just figured i could ask..?

*Angel shifts in their position, its barely noticable but they seem to move just a bit closer to Observer. Weird, really weird. Hopefully this will weird it out enough to leave them alone. ..Hopefully.*

A walk? Oh, that would be nice. I do Iike flowers, it’d be nice to see some. Honestly i think it’d be fun to simply walk around, I don’t really care where.

*…are you kidding me? Angel makes the STUPID decision to accept the offer of going on a walk.*

[sincerely-your-friend]

Observer blinked, it hadn’t really considered the option of doing something to make it….less nervous. It assumed to be so on edge was to be vigilant, and that would be a virtue in the eyes of the Light.

Well I feel it’s just fine to leave alone, it’s good to have a bit of nervousness around here. Thank you for the thoughtfulness, though.

Observer smiled, glad that its offer was accepted. It wasn’t sure why, spending time with the Angel just seemed appealing it supposed. They were seeming to be much better company than Observer originally thought.

The scenery here is quite nice to share with others, I think. I’m fond of sharing the experience occasionally. I’m sure I could get it…it trailed off, seeming a little confused with its wording. I know a bit about flowers too, if you’re interested.

[sincerely-your-friend]

It was pitch dark, barely the light of the moon to comfort it. Which was fine, of course. The Light was there. The Light loved it. The Light would always love it.

It felt sick, and all it could do was press its hands together in prayer. Its throat burned unbearably. It tried to pray, it tried, but that only made it more scared.

It felt trapped, trapped in this small room, trapped in its robes, trapped.

May the Light forgive me, may the Light forgive me, I am not strong enough for this test, I am-im sorry im sorry imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorry

It shook as it cried, sliding the robes off its body, it felt freeing but almost worse. A freedom it didn’t deserve. It felt dizzy as it wandered towards the closet to change, into anything else. It reached for a plain black sweater, and fumbled around for pajama pants to change into.

It sat at its desk now, the curtains firmly shut. It stared at a paper as it fumbled a note, it was sure he’d-

It’d be fine.

[a-runaway-angel]

….How have you been?

it’s trying to be cordial. it offers a smile but it doesn’t quite reach its eyes. it never liked interacting with people that put it on edge. though, it supposed the angel didn’t put it on edge. it still felt as if the name was lacking. “the angel” would suffice, despite the improperness of using a shortened name.

unfortunately, just being in front of them was making its throat burn. it would have to ask the Light for forgiveness in its judgement and dislike for this angel.

..hm? Ah, I have been doing well, ive quite happy as of recent. Oh uhm-er what about you? How have you been?

*Angel stands up just a bit straighter, clearly a pitiful attempt to hide their nervous stance. Speaking of which, I don't understand how such a short person is causing them any anxiety, nor why this one makes them so anxious. Its name was ... Observer right? Well I don't like it, at all. But i GUESS now isn't the time for MY complaining, back to Angel. They're still attempting to seem calm and collected--despite their fidgeting hands. Right as i say that they force themself to stop fidgeting. How funny.*

[sincerely-your-friend]

I think I’m doing fine, the Light guides me when I need it. Thank you for asking.

It folded its hands together politely, clenching its jaw as it realized it hadn’t the slightest clue what to talk about. It could only wish the Light could guide it through conversations as well, but it supposed that was best saved to learn own its own. It looked away from the Angel, it was never the best at gauging how a conversation should or would go.

Good to hear that you’ve been happy, hopefully means the Light has been shining brightly for you. Mind if I ask on if there’s anything particular bringing your mood up?

If Observer was being honest, it wasn’t very…well rounded in a hobby sense. It had the Light, and it was all it needed, but it was hard to rely on the Light on darker days. It knew it must keep faith regardless, that the cloudy and rainy days, the nights, are simply a test for it, but it does not leave it without some melancholy. It wouldn’t truly take advice from the Angel, but it supposed…it couldn’t hurt, if they were truly happy.

[a-runaway-angel]

I'm glad you are doing well too, Observer.

*Angel very convientiently ignored any talk of "the Light". I don't blame them , i would too. If anything I'd ignore this 'Observer' person too. I still don't like it. Anyway back to Angel, theyre twirling their hair as they talk... which is quite a common thing they do, so i am not sure why i chose that to mention.*

Well, no nothing in particular is making me happy, i think just feeling safe for once, that is joy itself. i mean i always felt safe its just different now..yyyou dont even know what im talking about ssorry.! anyway-- I have been going on nature walks recently, that could be helping. Ive always liked walking, apparently i used to get lost a lot. But now i don't get lost, i just walk down whatever paths i find. Which means i can retrace my steps, usually. Oh ah--apologies, i don't mean to ramble.

*Angel is being stupid again, never knowing when to shut up, although i suppose in this case it might be better to weird this person out. Again, i do not like it, nor understand why Angel seems to like it.*

[sincerely-your-friend]

Something they said made observer split a genuine smile, almost giggle, maybe. It cleared its throat and reset its face. It couldn’t help it, why were they so apologetic?

…No, no it’s fine. I asked, after all. It’s good that you feel safe, may the Light keep leading a path for you. I’ll admit, being here has me on edge again, though I’m…I’m sure it’s worth it, to be closer to the Light. Who wouldn’t be nervous to be close to the Light itself?

It stares at Angel, maybe for a moment too long. It was bad faith to doubt the light at all, it knew. But…it could admit that putting on its robes again and being so close to the Church again was…Off putting. Why would it feel fear, though? The Light was here to love it, to guide it. The Light is love, after all.

We could go on a walk, if you’d like. I’m rather familiar with the forests around here, perhaps I could even show you the Church. There’s a lot to see there…it squints, trying to remember something, Hm, I- I think the Church had a tender, I have a hard time remembering, I was a lot younger then…My point is that there was a lot of flowers around the Church, if you want to see.

[a-runaway-angel]

….How have you been?

it’s trying to be cordial. it offers a smile but it doesn’t quite reach its eyes. it never liked interacting with people that put it on edge. though, it supposed the angel didn’t put it on edge. it still felt as if the name was lacking. “the angel” would suffice, despite the improperness of using a shortened name.

unfortunately, just being in front of them was making its throat burn. it would have to ask the Light for forgiveness in its judgement and dislike for this angel.

..hm? Ah, I have been doing well, ive quite happy as of recent. Oh uhm-er what about you? How have you been?

*Angel stands up just a bit straighter, clearly a pitiful attempt to hide their nervous stance. Speaking of which, I don't understand how such a short person is causing them any anxiety, nor why this one makes them so anxious. Its name was ... Observer right? Well I don't like it, at all. But i GUESS now isn't the time for MY complaining, back to Angel. They're still attempting to seem calm and collected--despite their fidgeting hands. Right as i say that they force themself to stop fidgeting. How funny.*

[sincerely-your-friend]

I think I’m doing fine, the Light guides me when I need it. Thank you for asking.

It folded its hands together politely, clenching its jaw as it realized it hadn’t the slightest clue what to talk about. It could only wish the Light could guide it through conversations as well, but it supposed that was best saved to learn own its own. It looked away from the Angel, it was never the best at gauging how a conversation should or would go.

Good to hear that you’ve been happy, hopefully means the Light has been shining brightly for you. Mind if I ask on if there’s anything particular bringing your mood up?

If Observer was being honest, it wasn’t very…well rounded in a hobby sense. It had the Light, and it was all it needed, but it was hard to rely on the Light on darker days. It knew it must keep faith regardless, that the cloudy and rainy days, the nights, are simply a test for it, but it does not leave it without some melancholy. It wouldn’t truly take advice from the Angel, but it supposed…it couldn’t hurt, if they were truly happy.

[artemisiamasterofnone]

Yeah that character is cool but what if they were aromantic

[sincerely-your-friend]

*The Angel walks around, trying to find somewhere to hide. Or maybe trying to find something to distract them from the panic they feel rising in their chest. They eventually find something, I suppose. A..uh oddly dressed person. Now, being the socially unaware idiot they are they walk up to said person. If they get killed thanks to this thing i wouldn’t be shocked.*

Hello, er, nice to meet you. I’m Angel! Well my full name is “Angel of Light” but I much prefer the title Angel. Much less wordy, wouldn’t you say? What is your name?

Observer gave them a look, their mouth pressing into a firm frown at the way they’s introduced themself. Was this meant to mock it? They were no true Light, how they could even claim that felt like a spit in the face. And then, to claim the name was “wordy”, The Light was not “wordy” or to be dismissed. It felt insensitive, Observer couldn’t help but be off put by them.

Hello. I am Observer, if you must know.

It kept itself quiet for only a moment, before giving in to speaking its mind.

I do not think the latter part of your name is wordy. Are you attempting to mock me, for whatever reason? Is this what you folks find to be entertainment around here now? Displeasing.

[sincerely-your-friend]

heeeey there, bud! you seem new around town! or maybe it's just me, heh. mind if i get your name? a party hat, wings, a strangely mischievous smile. you were quite sure you might've seen him somewhere? she looked quite young, maybe their mid or late teens.

Observer flinched at the way he referred to it, as if it were being talked down to. It was not. It knew that, of course. Mostly. The greeting reminded it of someone. Perhaps it would send a letter.

…You may refer to me as Observer. It seems that has been the name bestowed upon me, this time around.

Observer was used to being given different names. It saw no issue with it, identities change, from time to time. This name was simply much different. Though, it was always fond of flowers.

I am..new, in a sense. This place has changed very much since we had…Since I had last visited.

Observer commented, before deciding it would be rude to not finish the expected interaction.

Oh, and how may I refer to you?

[jokes-on-you-im-funnier]

oh yeah, my name! the bird swayed a little. now that you had a better look at him, he looked rather skinny. not too bad, but it would make someone wonder if she was eating enough. obviously, the bird didn't really care about that. despite that concerning aspect of him, he seemed the mischievous, prankster type.

i'm comedian! nice to meet ya, observer. i'm a little new around here, it's been, what, like, 2 weeks? she stopped herself, taking an exaggerated deep breath. he was clearly attempting to stop himself from rambling, but that seemed a waste.

[sincerely-your-friend]

Observer would've commented, but it was not one to be speaking. Its robes covered the brunt of its own malnutrition, and assuming the residence here don't know much of any axolotls themselves, it wasn't as if they would notice anything off about its appearance either.

Two weeks? Hmmm. That could be considered a long time, depending on the person you ask.

Observer replied, looking blankly to the side. It remembered something, vaguely, but it couldn't connect the dots enough.

I'd lived here for a very long time, before...I do not remember much of it, in all honesty. I'm sure it was pleasant enough. I hope you enjoy you're time here.

[sincerely-your-friend]

heeeey there, bud! you seem new around town! or maybe it's just me, heh. mind if i get your name? a party hat, wings, a strangely mischievous smile. you were quite sure you might've seen him somewhere? she looked quite young, maybe their mid or late teens.

Observer flinched at the way he referred to it, as if it were being talked down to. It was not. It knew that, of course. Mostly. The greeting reminded it of someone. Perhaps it would send a letter.

…You may refer to me as Observer. It seems that has been the name bestowed upon me, this time around.

Observer was used to being given different names. It saw no issue with it, identities change, from time to time. This name was simply much different. Though, it was always fond of flowers.

I am..new, in a sense. This place has changed very much since we had…Since I had last visited.

Observer commented, before deciding it would be rude to not finish the expected interaction.

Oh, and how may I refer to you?