#redeemon

[cosmosfated]

Now, see, humans can't purr.  They can make sounds similar to it, but ultimately, they can't purr.  They don't have the necessary "equipment" for it like felines do.

And that's precisely why the partial-lie of a certain kiddo madman being human is so amusing.

But that's not the point.  Not right now anyways.

Fleur's busying himself on his phone, chatting with his best friend, Leys, and his girlfriend, Katie.  In hindsight, doing either of these things around his darling uncle, wasn't a great idea.

"Oooo is that Katie? Hiii Katie!"

Mmrrrr.

"Too bad, kiddo, I reserved the annoying uncle rights a long time ago! I have to embarrass you, it would physically hurt me not to."

Mmrrraow.  Rrrrm.

"Well, you decided it was a good idea to video chat with your bestie and your girlfriend while you're with me! Deal with it <3"

"...prick."

Leys finally speaks up through their laughter.  "He speaks! You're a miracle worker."

"He knows I'm right~" Is Emrys having way too much fun embarrassing Fleur?  Oh you bet he is.

"do you want to get yeeted? you will get yoten."  Grumble-huff.

"You know you love me, kiddo!"

"yeah sure whatever."

Katie is giggling quietly on her end, enjoying seeing her boyfriend in high spirits despite his appearance.  It's a nice change in pace from what she noticed last time.

"Dude, flower boy, we gotta get you and Katie to go out with me and Bits again- there's a great arcade place up the street, just opened. You can geek out all you want and you'd be surrounded by birds of your feather. Plus, you look like you could use a proper gaming-vay-cay."

"now hold on- i wouldn't geek out."

"He so would geek out, he does it all the time here~"

"emrys shut up!"

"Never!"

[corpseknife-blog]

@redeemon heathers au NNNSNSNS

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[cosmosfated]

thoughts on leys?

Journal Entry #412

Date: 10/20/2018Subject: White

     Leys makes my insanity feel a little less such.

It’s not just that either.

They make me feel like I don’t have to pretend.

Up until rather recently, it’s only been them.

They’ve stayed next to me when the breeze became a whirlwind. They’ve stayed next to me when I’ve screwed up so bad that I was sure I pushed them away. Even after their reset, they still made an effort to get back in touch with me. I… I didn’t think I would ever be on someone’s mind like that before then.

They’re really important to me.

They make me want to keep fighting.They make me think that I still have that choice to fight.They give me a moment to breathe and feel calm.They chase away the dark, just by being nearby.

They give me HOPE.Curse or no curse.

Hopefully I find my reason to fight again soon.

And Leys, if you find this?Thank you.Thank you for reminding this old god of his humanity.Thank you for reminding this tired soldier that his fight’s not over.

He’s just got people behind him now.Including you.

Hopefully we’ll talk again someday.

entries.  /  accepting.  /  @redeemon.

[cosmosfated]

🎀 knife for redeemon

[ I accidentally made a scepter/wand so have Two. @redeemon ]

[knghtheart]

Something illuminated in the darkness. - redeemon

ominuous prompts!

     You have always been scared of the dark. 

     That is a fact: the dark is something that has always terrified      you: it is the promise of the unknown. You, a solitary figure      standing alone in the shadows that have consumed everything.      In the dark, it feels as if you are the only person in the world.      The only person left after it all vanished. The only person still      breathing, heart pounding, blood rushing in your ears. The only      thing left after the sun went out, after clouds devoured the moon.

     You have always been scared of the dark.

     As a child, your defence against the darkness was a blanket,      wrapped about you, keeping you safe as you clutched a flash-     light like a lifeline. The blanket is your armour, the flashlight your      weapon to chase away the shadows. Bare feet padding down the     hallway, you fight back your fears as you tell yourself the shadows      can’t hurt me as long as I have my flashlight. The nightmares can’t      get me as  long as I have my blanket. Proverbial sword and shield      in hand, you are invincible. Just like that, nothing can get you. You      are untouchable, a beacon of light against the dark. 

    (You claim to have outgrown, your fear, but still you keep a nightlight. 

     You have always been scared of the dark.

     In the Dark World, there is no sun. There is no moon: there is      only darkness that surrounds you, threatens to swallow you, and     you are terrified. ‘Legendary hero’, they call you,’ Lightbringer’, but      you – oh, you are just a scared child. In these shadows, you are      once again five years old, clutching a flashlight and blanket, tell-     ing yourself that you are untouchable. As long as I have my sword,     they cannot touch me. As long as I have my armour, I cannot be       hurt. Your heart pounds, blood rushing in your ears, and your lungs      ache, ache, ache. You are a child, and you are petrified.

     You have always been scared of the dark.

     Here, you have no nightlight. Here, you are the beacon against the      dark, the sword against the nightmares, the shield against the fears,      but oh: who will protect you? Who protects the protector?

    (A reminder that you are not alone: you do not face the darkness by     yourself. A voice calls to you, reminds you that you are not alone.)

     A sharp-toothed grin, a promise to follow your lead, and the trust     in you that you aren’t sure that you warrant. You are just…yourself,     but still, she follows you. Still, she trusts your judgement, and sees     you as worthy, as a friend.

     A hand, golden and glowing, reaching out to you, a bright voice     and a soft smile. A light against the darkness, your chest warm,     a belief that you, you are strong enough, there isn’t a mistake, there     is no shame in fear. He trusts you, teaches you that the darkness      doesn’t always have to be a threat, that even in the darkest places,      there is a light, even if you have to make it yourself.

    (They are with you in the dark.)

[theirmercyarch]

@redeemon ♥’d

        * it’s raining somewhere else

     not there ; never there. and maybe it doesn’t matter anymore, maybe he’s just overthinking as usual. the ghosts of the past seem to pile up on his shoulders, clinging on his back but for once he refuses to let it drag him down. they don’t belong anymore, and neither does he-- and that’s fine, for now. at least they got the better ending out of that trade ; not that the kid hovering a bit too close needs to know about everything he’d done, about the ones he’d hurt in a time that doesn’t even exist anymore.

        * so, how’s it going?         * frisk ‘nd everyone seem happy