#tenebricus

[lepiosprites]

This was going to be a wigglersim resprite but then i realized i already did something with that doll so i tried to make my own design

Tenebircus belong to @spritesnewton

[rp-kat]

Immanis - Perditoris Tenebricus

1995

[bubblyadventurer]

I'd like a kiss, Norma.

First three in my inbox get kisses. 1/3

“.....Y.....wh.....”

“That’s like...so freakin formal. Jeez.” She leaned down and kissed the boy on his cheek. “Learn to lighten up, will ya?”

[bubblyadventurer]

If Sven was alive, how would you have reacted?

The suddenness of the question had wiped the usual grin from her face in an instant. Norma’s head was willed with images of what very well could have been, had he not been so careless.

They could have seen so much together; the Legacy, the Quiet Lands.... The Everstone.

But through all of this, she wouldn’t have cared what they’d found. If anything at all. Norma just missed him.

In a moment of clarity, she realized that she hadn’t even answered the initial question. Shaking her head, the smile was back.

“Well I’d have to kick his butt for making me worry so much. Duh!”

[seaprayer]

Shirley, did you ever love walter romantically?

“Walter?”

She hasn’t heard that name in a long time. It hurts, she thinks - but not the fresh hurt that is Fenimore’s death. No, this is regret, plain and simple.

And such an odd question too. It makes her hesitate all the more in her answer.

“No, I didn’t. I certainly cared for him, but I think… even that came too late.”

She had heard the story from Senel, his eyes dark. He fought us till the end, he’d said. Shirley knew they both felt the pain of not having been able to save him.

(But how could you save someone who never wanted salvation)

“Walter recognized me from the start, but I couldn’t even place his face. I was always with Senel and Stella in the village. I never had a need for anyone else.”

No one else had needed or wanted her. Or that’s what she had thought, but Walter–

He must have been so lonely.

“Truthfully, I don’t think he loved me romantically. I was someone he had built his life around, an idol. But, but he still…”

He protected me. And trusted me, Shirley, not the Merines.

“No, nevermind. It is wrong to talk of the dead in that way. I will never know how Walter truly felt and I know that is at least partially my fault. I could have tried to reach out to him, talked to him, offered him friendship but I was afraid.”

“So I’ll carry that weight. The weight of the things we never said to each other.”

I could have loved him, I could have tried.