#;(dash commentary)

[lovelybunchof--roses]

“Well, less of a choice as much as… a consequence of having won the duel…” Atem points out. Although…

His shoulders suddenly tensed as he swore he heard…

Screaming

Crying.

A flash of searing white hot pain slicing through his right side.

A cold sweat breaks about across his forehead and along his shoulders. He was practically gripping his right side in a bit of a death grip.

“…R-Right. Very lucky.”

[diabolicalloyalties]

"Well bedroom's always open for a little relaxing."

[toketsujisatsu]

@vankaarten @bofurinsdauntlessleader

" WHY AM I BEING LUGGED AROUND LIKE SOME RAGDOLL, HUH!? "

[dragontamer05]

"I think I'm okay with the quiet.."

Tim is quite happy to do without

[multicoloredspider-andfriends]

cough cough

[boundforgreatness]

@prestideception / plotted!

he'd been fretting, sitting inside and watching the commotion through any window. pure vanilla tries not to let anxiety and fear overrule his thoughts, but in this instance, there'd been literally NOTHING he could do.

until now.

when maestro comes bursting in, nearly tearing the door off its hinges in his rush, pure vanilla is rushing for the pair, panic and frantic murmurs pouring from his lips in one breath. it's almost like he isn't breathing at all at this point. he only has one free hand, but he's gripping maestro by the arm, yanking him closer and whispering his reassurances in his ear before taking sylphrena in his arms, barely keeping a hold of his staff. pure vanilla has to change his grip to carry her in his arms, but as long as he can still see the path before him, it matters not.

urging maestro to follow him, pure vanilla carries her to his makeshift hospital wing, setting her down on a bed. then, casts a shield around the entire room to protect all three of them.

"you'll be okay," pure vanilla tries to reassure her. he's not sure if she can even hear him at this point, but he feels as though both shadow milks need to hear this from him. plus, it gives him something to focus on than the sheer terror he'd felt moments before.

sitting in a chair next to her, he rests his staff against the wall, letting his vision go completely blank. he doesn't need eyes to see this part; he can feel her energy all the same. holding his hands above her body, he begins the slow process of healing her injuries, trying his best to mend her, going as slow as possible so as to not aggravate her injuries.

"i hope this is helping," he continues, still waiting for any sign of revival from her. with his shield up now, there's no real rush. all three of them are protected.

[breaking-the-boundaries]

"If the person you're seggsing isn't becoming pregnant from the seggs, you're not seggsing hard enough. You must try harder."

[blindxptimism]

Aw, he wants to hold servos!

Jutting his out into the multifverse to see who takes the bait!