"you there, bog man ! take me atop the hill to look upon this swamp. do so, and I will reveal wisdom to you." (witchesworm)
“…bog man? Listen here you little shit—wait a minute. Wait a goddamn minute. You squishy fuckers can talk?”

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"you there, bog man ! take me atop the hill to look upon this swamp. do so, and I will reveal wisdom to you." (witchesworm)
“…bog man? Listen here you little shit—wait a minute. Wait a goddamn minute. You squishy fuckers can talk?”
I’m watchin’ you, puffball.
drifting | closed
[ @ofhivemagic ]
Things had changed. Things had become unstable and strange. The Deep wasn’t one to give second chances if you were to fail - it was an kill or be killed world. But it decided to give the smallest Worm God a second chance.
Xol didn’t quite understand it despite he thought about it over and over again. He didn’t understand how he survived after the Mars incident. He wasn’t even sure if he did actually. What he does know is he allowed himself to drift. He bothered a few guardians mentally - tried to cox a few guardians to fall to the Deep’s voice. He succeeded with some but failed with many.
And then something happened. Something changed. And Xol was suddenly not just a former worm god, but he was alive again. He stands on a cliff face now looking across the distance. He watched scattered other hive and the taken interact under his feet and breathes through his teeth. He wasn’t the same as he was before.
He was different.
Xol didn’t want to call himself risen. He felt the Deep still holding onto his soul and core. His green eyes shift to glance at the shattered ghost hovering next to him. If a guardian were to glance at him, they would think he was a warlock. He wore robes in shades of green and helmet that was cracked. But if you really looked and stopped, you would know he wasn’t one.
After all, warlocks don’t have green magic.
A lanky little black kitten trots on over towards the gunsmith and lets out a raspy meow. It seems Armani has taken a liking to the rough spoken Exo.
Huh.
Blue optics narrow into near slits as Banshee-44 stares down at the skinny furry thing clambering up his pants leg.
“Ain’t you a wee thing,” he grumbles, what sounds to be a smile in his voice. He reaches down and gently takes the kitten by the scruff to deposit them on his shoulder.
“Dunno why you’d wanna hang around here, but I figure this is more comfortable than dangling like that.”
The Vanguard Gunsmith doesn’t have many in the way of constant companions. The little kitten suits him just fine.
“ you don’t have to tell me anything, we can just sit here. ”
“Thank you, Toland,” the nymph sighs in relief, curling into the burrow of soft pillows and blankets. “You’re a very good friend.. probably the only friend I have right now.”
@ofhivemagic - “ we’ve got hearts of children, but children can be so malicious. “
“children can be cruel, it’s true, but often times it is not malicious. sometimes, it is simply that adults have failed to teach them right from wrong.”
she cradles his face so gently in her hands, lifts her gaze to meet his eyes. oh, toland, you have seen and endured so much. you have seen the best of humanity, and the worst of it all at once. he, who was once thought lost to time and space and even the Light itself... ikora softens in his presence, touches her forehead to his.
“children are people, too, toland. they must be taught. they must be corrected. we are not born knowing kindness and love, and neither are they.” a soft smile curves her lips. “that does not make us malicious.”
@ofhivemagic
"It is their tradition to be in costume for the festival. The masks are made so artfully,” the nymph sighs, cuddling one of the smaller sheep into his arms dreamily. “I wouldn’t want you to hide your handsome features, my friend. But my human courtier is less than pleased after I rejected his marriage offer and.. well, I would prefer to be in disguise than to risk being spotted and sought after,”
@ofhivemagic : ‘I’m a wild and an untamed thing’
Rocky Horror Starters
He blinks turning his head away from the book slowly to look at the warlock brow slowly raising. “What?... Like you’ve fully tapped into hive magic and have gone full feral? I thought guardians only got like that during iron banner.” His cheeks are red. “Isn’t wild adn untamed the same thing???”