#starryform

[halsins]

📐 @starryform Mabel is 5ft (adopted daughter size tbh)

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!!!! HIS TINY LIL DAUGHTER *LIFTS HER UP TO SHOW EVERYONE* LOOK AT MY TINY DAUGHTER <3

[halsins]

"i'm sorry. i know i'm a lot." ( *SLAPS this on here* from @starryform / mabel )

unprompted ask || always accepting

           The corner of his lips quirked upward as he shook his head, a quiet gesture of dismissal toward their apology. He patted the spot beside him on the log—one he had personally shaped into a bench with his own hands—inviting them to sit. "You are many things… but too much is not one of them." His voice held a quiet conviction, each word laid with care. Hazel eyes remained fixed on them, unwavering. "The forest does not apologize for its wildness. Nor should you." His words weren’t meant to correct, only to comfort. "I welcome your depth—your feelings, your particular way with words. It’s proof that you live fully… and are unafraid to be seen." Mabel, in truth, reminded him of a younger version of himself. He, too, had once stood in that same space, apologizing for simply being, for feeling too much, too loud, reckless even. But a bird does not apologize for its song. It sings because it must. And some souls… are just meant to echo louder than others.

[saintsdawn-a]

↬ @starryform, as sora, says, “ i can’t do this very much longer. ”

they have given sora the coveted pew. it sits before a partial pane of stained glass, and when the dim light aligns just right the color will cover you from head to toe. they’ve never felt the sun, but they think it might be this.

sora speaks. florence listens, and then looks up. the bats are back. “ what will you do ? ”

they wonder if she’ll do what they’ve wished to do; drive a stake through strahd’s heart. 

“ we could leave. ” that’s a wish, too. “ the mountains might not be too nightmarish. the wolves might leave us alone. ”

[saintsdawn-a]

↬ @starryform, as hawke, says, “ i’m impressed you got that out without choking on it. ”

the guards return to their post. the childish urge to mock them behind their back is strong. if hawke weren’t here, florence might have caved. temptation is a poisonous thing – she can hear the words now, but it wouldn’t be the first time temptation won. 

“ you doubted me ? ” insulted? no, not really, but it sours her mood. “ contrary to what some may think, i do have common sense. ” 

inviting the wrath of the burgomaster, while momentarily satisfying, is foolish. even they know that, and the thought of a miserable night in the stocks is enough to hold their tongue. ( for now. ) there are better ways to release the anger; too many trees bare the marks of training.

“ bite your tongue and nod your head. ” florence’s voice is low, but the mockery is clear. “ and be in the square for the festivities. i’ve had enough practice. ” there’s a grimace, and it’s difficult to tell if it’s for show or genuine disgust. “ the words did leave a bad taste. ”