#tearmannfoilathe

[fairestmusesofthemall]

@tearmannfoilathe is chaperoning a tiny wooden boy, good luck. (Pinocchio)

He had made a promise to himself to stop getting lost. Usually this was easier when Jiminy was on his shoulder, acting as a GPS. Unfortunately, the cricket needed a night off and rather than stay home, Pinocchio had found himself wandering. He wasn't sure how he had wandered this far. Equally, he also wasn't sure how the forest had grown this dense. There was something unfamiliar down to how the grass and leaves crunched beneath his feet and how thick the air felt around him. It was lively and fresh, but something was here. Something was waiting. Pinocchio tilted his head, spying what appeared to be a woman, and meandered closer. "Hello...?" His voice cracked as he straightened himself to stand. "Are you lost? Because... I am."

[sungtales]

a closed starter for @tearmannfoilathe.

THE LAST THING JAK REMEMBERED HEARING was Daxter shouting “RUN FOR OUR LIVES!” , the words still echoing in his ear long after the danger had passed. He ran as fast as he could for as long as he could , something he had gotten used to doing. It wasn’t until he felt that the ground under foot wasn’t stone nor sand that he realized that something was different. He finally slowed to a stop , chest heaving as he caught his breath , head lowering to see grass. He didn’t remember running that far ── and he was certain they hadn’t even left the walls of the city.

HIS HEAD SWIVELED LEFT AND RIGHT , disbelief settling in as the adrenaline finally started to fade. “Daxter ,” He says wearily. “Are you seeing this?” When his words were followed by silence (which was never a good sign as far as Daxter is concerned) , a hand shot up to grab where he would be on his shoulder. When his fingers brushed air instead of fur , he tensed , looking at his surroundings feverishly now. “Daxter?” He had to be around here somewhere. When that didn’t get a response , he called out again , louder. “Daxter?!”

FINALLY HE HEARD SOMETHING , a familiar voice yelling in the distance. Without even thinking he took off in the direction that he heard it coming from , trying to fight the sensation he knew all too well starting to rise within him. “Hang on , Dax! I’m coming!”

[sungtales]

for @tearmannfoilathe , continued from here.

COOPER KNEW THE WOODS AROUND CAMP like the back of his hand. That he was sure of. He practically grew up with those trees towering above him , adolescent growth spurt still not enough to even get him close to their height. The memories sat in his mind clear as day - wandering through the woods , somehow always getting ahead of the group during their hikes no matter how hard the counselors tried to wrangle him. This was different , though. The trees he walked between now were not the same. While the dread settled in fast , the first rule of survival is to stay calm. He kept his head on a swivel , looking for any familiar landmarks (he'd remember that old tree he chipped a tooth running into anywhere). The harder he looked , however , the more uncertain he became. Nothing was ringing a bell. He couldn't have gotten turned around that bad , right ?

HE DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE THE EVERGREENS around him turning into vast oaks until it was too late , the sun already past its zenith and slowly starting to make its descent. This is fine. He knows camping. Camping is his life. He can make this work. . . even if he doesn't have shelter. Or food. Wait - he might . . He paused in his tracks , unzipping the pack around his waist and peering inside. A few granola bars (peanut-free , of course) and a small bag of beef jerky. Well , it's better than nothing.

JUST AS HE WAS ABOUT TO BEGIN HIS TREK FURTHER INTO THE WOODS , a voice rang out (one that he was positive didn't belong to any of his campers - or a fellow counselor , for that matter) getting a startled yelp out of him. "Holy-" He cut himself off , taking a deep breath as he looked left and right. A disembodied voice in the woods is normal , and he's definitely not hallucinating right now. And he's absolutely not saying all of this out loud. "H-hello ?? Is someone there ?"

[sungtales]

@tearmannfoilathe sent :

" you've been hiding . " to Pan !

THE SATYR STARED UP AT HER SILENTLY , gazing at her through purple-tinted lenses. Usually he chose his words carefully , only saying what he wanted to reveal when he wanted to reveal it. But he knew Nymh and that all-knowing head of hers. Keeping secrets from her usually doesn’t do him any good.

GRANTED , SHE HAS BEEN BETTER AT the whole self control thing. Tuning out the thoughts , so she says. With that knowledge though , it’s hard to gauge what’s old news and what she hasn’t learned yet. And that , Athena be damned , makes being a self-interested secret-keeper like himself so much harder. In all honesty , he missed when he Nymh was actively doing the all-knowing thing. At least then Pan knew exactly what she knew. Now it’s a guessing game that he’s not all too excited to be playing.

“AND WHAT IF I HAVE ?” He finally asked , shoulders raising into a nonchalant shrug. “It’s not like it does any harm.” And isn’t that what this is all about ? Not doing any more harm ? He’s sure he’s done enough. “I’m here now , aren’t I ? Or did you just miss little ‘ol Pan too much that my presence for a mere day isn’t enough ?”

[lcafman]

“ Be still, don't move. ” from Nymh ( @tearmannfoilathe )

from ' 4 word sentence prompts ' - still accepting ! !

for once , nod was far too uncomfortable to argue . normally he took pain pretty well - after all , it was part of his job to continue to fight even if he was , well . half dead . but this , this was an entire new level of pain that he didn't even know was fathomable .

rot . it was certainly rot . and it made him feel like his body was on fire and freezing all at once , rendering his body into a fit of spasms against his will . and yet , it wouldn't just let him go . it was like the decomposition itself was forcing him to hold on , to experience the sensation over and over and over again . being unconscious would be too merciful .

" okay - okay , " nod let out between gritted teeth , clutching his shoulder . it was where he had been shot - and while normally his armor protected him , the long fight this time had rendered his shoulder exposed - a mistake that would cost him dearly .

he knew better than to snap , to dismiss nymh as if she wouldn't know what he was going through - especially when they both knew perfectly well that she knew exactly what nod was going through - to a degree that he couldn't even fathom .