#primowishes

[starlitwishes]

Durin didn't believe it at the cessation of breath. He ignored Columbina's mournful comparison to the stillness of Sandrone's body. Because it could not be real. It simply could not.

He became protective of Wrenn; he could not stand anyone getting near him, not even to check on him. Even at that stage, a part of him knew, but he grew increasingly agitated when anyone suggested anything less than complete certainty that life would return. Wrenn would wake up. They would go home. Durin promised that they would, both of them.

There was no moment of realization, because it had been obvious, no switch into acceptance. Just the grief clawing inside his chest that could no longer be suppressed. He cradled Wrenn's unmoving form, tenderly drawing his thumb across his cheek and watching for any flicker of response from those closed lids. He choked on a helpless sob. It cracked his stubborn denial, and the flood leaked, then burst through and he wailed, hugging Wrenn so tightly like it would keep Durin from breaking.

How humiliating it was to recall his promise to protect Wrenn. No wonder he hadn't been able to believe Durin—he shouldn't have, for his audacious hubris. Would it have been better if he had let Wrenn run when he'd wanted to? Maybe then he could still be alive, somewhere far away even if Dottore had swallowed the entirety of Nod Krai, even the world. And Durin, so pathetically clinging to his body as if his own hands hadn't, by bringing him back, bound him to this very fate.

Durin's own choices had killed him. All the best intentions did not make a dragon good. Better that Wrenn had never met him at all, that Durin had never been born to take Wrenn's hand and lead him into death.

And he hated those thoughts, because he knew that Wrenn would've been glad to have met him, and Durin selfishly was glad that they'd met as well. How awful he was to wish that he had never been alive when Wrenn gave his life to protect theirs? But he wanted him back, so desperately, crying and wishing and thinking that he couldn't be so good as Wrenn always told him he was, if he couldn't even keep the one promise that mattered.

My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.

[starlitwishes]

@primowishes wanted a Starter for Sandrone!

Ugh, what a boring meeting.

Scaramocuhe cared not for the pointless drivel being spoken, especially since this meeting didn't seem to concern him much at all. He had no idea why he was even summoned, aside from the fact that he was a Harbinger.

He had better things to do rather than listen to the muses of fools.

So when the meeting was finally dismissed, he took his leave quickly, aiming to dip into his designated room before anyone annoying could bother him.

Unfortunately for him, Scaramouche wasn't going to have a quiet night to himself.

[starlitwishes]

🌱 What is one thing about the world you’ve come to appreciate? (Durin)

Questions for Immortals/Ancients

"Ah, but--there's so much to choose from. Am I really only supposed to pick just one...?"

Durin laughed a bit nervously. Though he went quiet as he thought about the question. What was one thing about the world he appreciated the most? His friends, his family, the food he ate, the drinks he drank, the sights he saw...

"... I'd think that if I answer with anything other than 'life itself', it would be a lie and I would be a fool," he admitted. "For so long, I had wished with all of my heart that I had never been born... but now? I get to see the world for what it truly is--and I'm happy that I can. I'm so, so grateful for the opportunity to experience life as one should. Every joy, every sorrow... it's all so special, isn't it?"

"Wait, ah--that wasn't a strange answer, was it? Or, um... a 'non answer'? I mean it, though..."

He seems anxious about it now.

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🖤 Do you believe immortality changes someone for the worst? (Evan)

Questions for Immortals/Ancients

"Hmm... No, not really. not on it's own. I think experiences are the only thing that can change a person for the better or worse--and immortality promises plenty of that."

"But people can change for the better, too, if they so choose. There's a certain little bird I know who sets quite a good example of exactly that."

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💀 What is your opinion on death and mortality in general? (Venti)

Questions for Immortals/Ancients

"Well, well, well, what a question to start us off, hmm?"

Venti chuckled, but there was no cheer in their voice as they did.

"Well... to put things simply: living things live. Dying things die. It's a simple matter of life--even us so-called 'immortals' aren't immune to the end that comes for all living things. Those who envy and dream of the idea of immortality always fail to see that death is nothing to fear."

They strum their fingers across their lyre.

"When you die... Your body nourishes the soil and becomes a part of the earth. Your soul becomes part of the elements and the stars above. Your current self will be scattered across the whole world, affecting and changing it even beyond your conscious self. It becomes lyrics on a poet's tongue, or music whispered upon the wind. The world can never forget what was once apart of it, no matter the life you've lived in it."

"I think what people fear most is the death of 'self'--even I am not immune to such a dreadful concept. Yet where your 'self' will end, new things will sprout from the life you've lived. You will become something 'new' even if your current consciousness isn't there to witness it. Such is the cycle of life, no?"

[starlitwishes]

❛ do you mind if i join you for a bit ? ❜ (bina for wrenn \o/)

God damn it, he had just fallen asleep.

After harassing Dottore to 'fix' the seemingly random malfunctions his body was experiencing, Scaramouche thought to at least try to sleep while the medicine kicked in. Yet as the sedative came and went within mere minutes, so did the dark slumber it promise.

All thanks to that annoying girl who he ran into on his way back to his room.

his body still hot and ill, Scaramouche didn't even bother looking at the door from his bed. In fact, he turned away from it, rolling onto his side.

Maybe if he ignored her, Columbina would go away. He rarely was ever in the mood to host anyone in his private quarters--let alone while his body still felt so terrible.

[captivemuses]

@primowishes you get one for Dvalin too from the starter call

It wasn't often that Durin went out to Stormterrors Lair, let alone by himself, but as more time passed and not coming across the massive dragon on his own, Durin wondered if going closer to where Dvalin normally was would have something happen. Standing at the top of the hill looking down at ruins that served as the entrance to the wide open space of the ground level of the lair, Durin jumped off and let his wings spread to let him quietly glide down to where a Ruin Guard was wandering. A few moments later it was falling to the ground and unable to move for some time, so it couldn't come back and attack him while he was on the way back out either.

Dusting himself off, now Durin could more safely let his wings back out and have them flap to let him be airborne again and have a better viewpoint as he began exploring the lair.

[captivemuses]

@primowishes for Albedo from the starter call!

"You think we can skip lessons just for today? I was really hoping to have some extra time to practice making meat on a stick for my birthday since the Traveler is here and Paimon really wanted to eat some meat too." The look on the dragon's face was hopeful that Albedo would let him, but on the other hand Durin was a little apprehensive about mentioning his birthday too much around the homonculus after doing so this morning had already gotten him and Hat Guy completely silent.