shapeling arts + scandalous bandages under the cut
lets be armed on the ceiling with mama !!
although they skitter on the walls in parabola all the time, reisz hasnt quite gotten the hang of doing the same beyond the mirror yet. for now the most they can do involves holding themself up and spidering on the ceiling by breaking it rather than the actual bending of any gravity laws. newbie RS artisan, pwease be patient
they had stopped with this kinda thing post-honeymoon but congratulations edward. your last stunt summoned the return of the edgemaster and now they're seven times worse.
day 2 after returning to the Is: reality keeps testing reisz' sanity
important notes on this part bc i was loling irl playing it
they were ready to beat whoever woke em up to a pulp. not bc the intruder dared to invade their marsh lair but bc they dared to wake. them. up-- HEARTSY??!!??!?!?!
rei had just gotten back from sensually killing some guy with poisoned honey hearts game -> this bat followed them HOME??
"is this a manifestation of my psyche giving me a we-- weird. a weird dream--"
ah yes. reisz choice of decor: alcohol & soul bottles, a vast collection of book piles and literal (cleaned) remains spread out around the home, the highlight being 66 skelly friends (around 20 of which were once actual people, fished from the river):
i think hearts specifically would judge how the remains are all dry
^ this feels like bullying. heartsy they sleep like 2 hours per day and you managed to show up in that exact timeframe . and to top it off you PRETEND not to know them.?? heartsy blease.
also i wanna doodle more abt the ending of this lil storyline later but for now i must say:
they swooned felt some sort of way with mr hearts' feats of strength lowkey but in that specific reiszcore "i need to metaphorically consume it and Be like this" manner. so i gotta think about them imitating hearts like a little cub now. aotrs wings incoming idk
their interest on hatching more eggs is exactly bc of the point above 🤭
rei looked at the pig & went oh my god it came to life all grown and confused this pig is just like me ..... AND its already abandoned ..? poor lonely thing . so naturally rei immediately folds and adopts it just like they did with half the companions tab in my inventory. and their husband
bonus: we (me and rei) have still NO IDEA wtf the pigs are actually about. no one tell us its funnier this way
pov 1: you just spent an extensive amount of parabolan time reliving a key event of your brief life over and over and over. you know things now you didn't know then and you found out you preferred how things were, then. how you were. looking back to your bright-eyed lesser self only emphasized how so horribly detached from everyone and everything you are, and how the events you've witnessed between the 7th Coil and--
pov 2: Your horrible terrible deplorable spouse has entered the Waswood and stayed there for weeks. Bouquet - the double agent possessed warbler - had confirmed they were nowhere to be found, and the Waswood also shifted several times in the meantime. You've know for a while they were unsurprisingly attracted to that place, no matter how much they denied it, but it's the first time... it's the first time it took this long.
You are Poor Edward and you weren't worried about becoming a widow at all.
pov 2: And suddenly, here is what you've always longed to see, what you've constantly fantasized about: the bane of your life reduced to a pitiful pile of tears. You've planned out the steps in your head over and over for opportunities such as this one. Show yourself as someone that can be relied on. Show yourself as a pillar once more. This way they'll look at you when they need it most. This way they'll lower their guard. This way you'll be able to hurt them the way they deserve. You've planned it over and over and when the opportunity finally comes you find out... you aren't happy to see it? No--
something's wrong.
Why aren't you happy to see it?
...focus. You've been waiting for this for so long. This sniffling, the uneven breathing-- you can't possibly be glad they remain as quiet as possible even when crying? But you do suppose you always despised these noises. Maybe you just found out one thing this wretch isn't an exception for.
Focus and show yourself as a pillar they can rely on.
