#primalcompanion

[peuronoia]

@primalcompanion FOUND THE MANUSCRIPT.

" heeello. amelie told me to bring you these, but if i were you, i wouldn't eat 'em. leon wasn't supervising her this time. " upon the door opening, alan is greeted with the sight of his teenage neighbour &&. her four legged companion. a tray of cookies is presented into his hands ; looking edible, but that's about it.

Whenever Alice is away  (  for a couple of hours,  sometimes days  ),  his daily routine does not change.  He shuts himself in his office with the scattered manuscripts and the corkboard,  where he keeps obsessively rearranging the notes he scribbled on impulse when he thought the idea was right at his fingertips.  The only difference is that he allows himself to be stuck there for a little longer.  Without worrying his wife will call him over for dinner or peek her head in to check up on him.

He likes his writing process best when it’s undisturbed.

But he can’t quite have that luxury.  The doorbell rings and he fails to pick up on it at first,  the second time he tries to ignore it  —  and the third time’s a charm.  Putting down the pages,  ossified fingers run through the hair in desperate need of a cut before heading over to see who’s interrupting him.  Though the second he sees Michalina with her dog  &  cookies,  he forgets about the vexation bubbling at the bottom of his stomach and immediately breaks into a genuine warmhearted grin.

“  You know,  what doesn’t kill you…  ”  Taking the sweet treats,  which will yet turn out to be a blessing or a curse,  the author moves aside and gestures with his head towards the living room spreading behind him.  After a while,  he adds as he walks back into the spacious apartment,  “  Let’s do it the old-school way.  You try one first and I’ll see if you’re trying to poison me.  Agatha Christie warned me.  ”

[lychnis]

@primalcompanion : ❝  you wanna know how i know you’re a good friend— not just for me but in general?  i always feel better after hanging out with you.  ❞

         there   is   a   certain   sense   of  softness    present   upon   the   marred   expressionism   of   the   tiefling   ,   painted   in   ways   of   arched   brows   and   a   smile   that   could   only   read  familiarity.    of   all   the   people   amongst   the   lands   ,   she   knew   quite   well   the   other   did   not   view   her   in   such   a  negativity    that   most   might.   even   such   a   thought   brings   forth   an   absent   minded   sway   of   the   appendage   linked   behind   her   ,   a   slight   less  harsher    demeanor   that   would   normally   be   present   upon   her   body   language. 

                    ❛   you   speak   to   kindly   of   me   ,   Mi-Mi.   ❜         gaze   tilts   ever   the   slightest   towards   her   ,   a   hand   out   stretched   to   gentle   pat   against   the   others   arm   ,   quickly   to   pull   away   and   fold   both   hands   behind   her   back.   touch   was   a  virtue    she   was   unable   to   provide   in   full   ,   for   her   own   internal   fears   of  tainting    something   close   to   her   hung   heavy   upon   her   shoulders.

                    ❛   least   i   can   make   someones   day   brighter   ,   hm?~   ❜         a   playful   wink   is   given   and   she   is   soon   trekking   ahead   of   the   elf   ,   a   certain  pep    in   her   step   that   wasn't   there   moments   ago.  shes   quite   delighted   to   hear   such   from   Michalina.

                    ❛   c'mon.   it's   too   late   in   the   day   to   keep   dawdling.   i'll   cook   tonight.   ❜

[dreamwove]

❛ hyacinth stains the tongue, stuck in their throat: they want to say they're sorry. they don't know if it's ｅｎｏｕｇｈ ... ❜ stems woven as easily as she uncovers 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡: a heart lain ʙᴀʀᴇ before the girl. a pause. the dream looks up at @primalcompanion

❛ will you talk to them? ❜

[kinkcu]

nudges mr. paladin with a tip of her arrow. ❝ wanna play hide 'n' seek? ❞ from @primalcompanion.

@primalcompanion  ⸺  connor.

The  paladin  in  question  had  been  simply  observing  the  surrounding  streets  while  maintaining  his  post,  immersed  in  the  environment  of  people  conversing,  smiling  —  enveloped  in  the  atmosphere  abundant  with  kids  at  play  and  flowers  abound.  It  was  such  a  beautiful  unity  of  society  and  nature,  and  Connor  loved  that;  relished  in  it  like  it  were  a  breath  of  fresh  air.

He  was  pulled  from  his  thoughts  as  he  looked  down  upon  the  half-elf  —  though  his  face  was  mostly  concealed  by  his  helmet,  his  smile  was  still  apparent  through  his  eyes;  full  of  life  and  curiosity. 

"Hello,"  a  soft  chuckle  bubbles  up  from  his  throat  at  the  poke  of  the  arrow,  not  at  all  threatened  by  the  gesture  (  since  he  knew  full  well  it  wasn't  meant  as  such!  ).  "Hide  and  seek,  you  said?"  Connor  pondered  the  request,  taking  a  moment  to  look  around  again  as  to  weigh  whether  or  not  he  could  slip  away  to  play  a  little  game  or  two  with  the  young  soul.  It  was  a  quick  deliberation,  but  something  else  was  at  the  forefront  of  his  mind;

"I  could,  but,  I  fear  you  might  have  the  upper  hand!"  He  chortled,  tapping  at  his  clunky  armor  for  emphasis  of  the  noise  he  would  produce.  "On  top  of,  well,  me  not  being  very  good  at  the  whole  hiding  thing."  Again  a  chuckle  escaped  him,  this  time  in  reference  to  his  overall  towering  size. 

Bah,  but  those  could  be  seen  as  excuses.  And  how  boring  that  would  be!

The  wings  that  adorned  his  head  —  commonly  seen  as  decorative  (  though  were  actually  a  part  of  him  )  —  fluttered  ever  so  slightly,  barely  noticeable  unless  one  was  seeking  the  subtle  gesture.  "But  I  think  that  it  all  just  makes  for  a  fun  challenge.  I'd  be  happy  to  play,  at  least  for  a  little  while."