#lark's dad

[grimmjowjaegerjaquez]

sloppy-ass exalted uriel before bed

idk if that armor is just gold or actual orichalcum but he cant attune to it regardless bc Mortal:tm: 

[owly-sims]

Lark’s steps slow, and her heart follows suit. The dull hum of the fairgrounds has faded, replaced by the rush of a gently flowing river.

It would be pretty here, if she had come by choice. Instead, the surroundings feel off, uncanny even, reminiscent of a familiar but elusive smell: trying to place this familiarity is maddening, especially considering she’s lost. But after moments of concentration, the memories come into focus.

She had watched a horror movie with her dad once, some stupid schlock about a group of twenty-somethings who were stranded in a forest with only a camera and rumors of a witch. The protagonists found themselves lost within twenty-four hours. “There’s a creek right behind them,” young Lark had pointed out, “why don’t they follow it downstream? There’s probably a farm or town or something if the follow it long enough.”

Her father frowned as the trio decided to delve deeper into the woods instead. “Some people are just too stupid to live,” he remarked.

So Lark follows the river.

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