#crookedposting

[billythewitchesbane]

It is 3:33 am.

He is shaken awake by phantom limbs that tell him to rise, to go outside, and to not tell anyone where he is going.

He stands. Making sure to disrupt as much as he can, loudly shifting fabric and bumping into his family.

{ @fallen-shamans-spirit @cptn-briggsy-kratch @lethica-nightborne @ol-jericho-styx @sirmariusrenathyr }

[frickerdoodledoo]

if i don't stop ironically shipping billy and yorgrim soon it's gonna stop being ironic please help-

[billythewitchesbane]

*It’s quiet, for a while.*

…

*Then, a groggy voice croaks out from inside the surgery room.*

“…Hello…?”

[ @fallen-shamans-spirit ] < @cptn-briggsy-kratch >

[billythewitchesbane]

*The surgery is complete. He lays alone as the doctor retrieves his husbands.*

*He purrs quietly.*

{ @madmansfolly @cptn-briggsy-kratch @fallen-shamans-spirit }

[billythewitchesbane]

“NO!!!”

*William startles awake from his short nap, bolting upright in a cold sweat.*

< @cptn-briggsy-kratch @fallen-shamans-spirit |

[billythewitchesbane]

*Besides you a strange twisting strand of wood snakes through the air, at first look reminiscent of Ceithlenn, but this is not a root, and the familiar energy that comes along with her magic is absent. The wood wraps around itself, and within a few moments a basket has been formed. Inside, nestled amongst pleasantly aromatic wood shavings, is a singular egg. Its shell is strangely shimmering, but not shiny. Just the faintest hint of a glistening. You get the feeling this egg will grant one, simple, temporary wish when consumed.*

*It happens once they return home, sat in the caravan to wind down*

*The second the wood begins, his lungs stop. His skin drains to a stark white, barely processing anything past the initial formation.*

*He can’t look away, stiff as iron.*

< @cptn-briggsy-kratch , @fallen-shamans-spirit |

[billythewitchesbane]

*Briggsy and Yorgrim are awoken by a loud wet slapping sound, quickly followed by a wooden clattering. Several swears in Common and Sylvan are yelled, as well as the squeaking of several rubber ducks. Neither of them feel any pain, and that is perhaps the most worrying part.*

< @cptn-briggsy-kratch > | @fallen-shamans-spirit |

[billythewitchesbane]

*They get back home and into the caravan. Bill disappears for 13 minutes before coming back with ingredients for meatballs and no book bag. He starts forming them up.*

@fallen-shamans-spirit @cptn-briggsy-kratch