#raphael support

[ignatzvictor]

A Fairly Good Time

After the mission last month (timeline shenanigans not withstanding) Ignatz needed some time off. All the emotions he had to process tired him out, and sometimes he had to explain it to someone who stayed behind so he could remind himself “yes this happened, what the fuck,”

Thankfully Ignatz’s best friend didn’t go on the mission, leaving Ignatz to explain his emotions to someone who had no idea about what happened.

“Goddess, I’m so glad you stayed behind,” Ignatz finished his venting to Raphael. The two had decided to go to the carnival to help the two alleviate stress before classes started. They were walking side by side, exploring the many stalls that were lined the path. “Wait,” a sudden realization hit Ignatz, “I’ve just been talking about my problems without letting you speak. What a friend I am,” he sighed as he lowered his head.

“How could I make it up to you?” Ignatz muttered to himself before being drawn in by the smells coming from a nearby food stand. “That aroma... it’s drawing me in. How about I buy us some food? It’s the least I can do,”

@leicestersbeast

[verseandrhyme]

⛸——“Can’t be that hard to re-learn this kinda thing, right? We’ll help each other out!” Wobbly as he may be right now with first steps onto ice, Raphael did know how to skate well-enough once upon a time. (...Granted, it was on flat boots rather than skates, and mostly on frozen puddles on merchant roads, but…) “Figure we can’t both go down. If you start to fall, I’ll yank you back up! You can just do the same for me!”

“In what realm, here or otherwise, do you believe there exists even the remote chance of me being able to “yank you back up” should you fall?”

Though her tone is flat, her expression is downturned as Mitama remains determinedly immobile on the ice. Her arms are spread wide, as though that will give her any chance of improving her balance as she glares daggers at her wobbling, shaking feet below her.

How she ended up on the ice in any form is beyond her. How she was expected to assist someone with the ice was laughable.

“When I die I want a simple funeral.” She mumbled, glaring off at the distance. The bank was so far away now... “No fanfare, no great preaching...ideally I would be cast off in a pyre and removed entirely from this...I am a good person who deserves a good life in whatever comes after this, not-”

Her ankle abruptly leaned to the side. Mitama squeaked and flailed, but managed to remain upright. “I hate this!”

[ignatzvictor]

⛄️——“Heeeey, Ig!” In the snowy plain outside of the lodge, there’s a booming voice and a laugh that rides on the call, an arm waving overhead. Raphael’s got the humble beginnings of a snowman started, to which he points with his other arm eagerly. “Come gimme a hand! This’ll be way cooler with your eye on the details!”

send ⛄️ to build a snowman with my muse

Ignatz panicked when he heard Raphael call his name. Even though they have been friends since they were kids, Raphael’s enthusiasm never stopped surprising him. The two were complete opposites. 

After calming down, Ignatz jogged over to where Raphael was, who was already starting to form the base of the snowman. “Yeah, that would be fun!” Ignatz smiled. Besides, their snowman wouldn’t be any worse looking than the other snowman that had already been built.