#thatbogbitch

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06. stays silently by the others side in support without saying a word. - Anna from Herneval (imagine this being the first time she opened up about what she’s been through)

The violin weighed heavy in her hands as she sat upon the bed of her chambers; given to her by the Prince of Scares and his parents. The prince had given a simple request, an ask that she might play something for him from the instrument that she seemed to hold so dear. There had been some hesitance from her, but she had obliged, the chambers suddenly filling with the lilt of a song that spoke from her heart.

It was a song that spoke of loneliness and despair. And the witch had soon found herself lost within its notes in moments. And when she had completed her song, she found herself feeling hollow; with tears resting upon her face. Had it not been for the other's guidance, she might not have been able to walk to the bed at all. She sniffed softly, wiping her face and looking down to the violin in her hands. The song had been powerful but so desperately sad and before the Prince could ask her what it was about, the words had already begun to spill from her.

"It's painful, sometimes," She admitted "Playing... This is the last thing I have of my father but whenever I think of him all I can see is his face when he...". She shook her head, trying to physically shake the image of his pained and panicked face as he reached to her, only for her door to be slammed in his face by an invisible force.

The woman let out a long sigh, fog around her lips as the air around her appeared to cool in response to her emotions. She closed her eyes briefly, a quick attempt to ground herself before she glanced up to Herneval.

"Mother told me at the time that his death had been a tragic accident..." She said softly, her eyes looking at his shoulders and anywhere but his eyes "But I think even then, I knew... I knew she was lying...". She placed the violin to her side, her fingers lightly trembling before she clenched her hands into tight fists. "She couldn't allow him to take me away," She clenched her jaw, tears threatening to fill her eyes again "She needed me... She needed me to be frightened and complacent. He was my hope... She couldn't allow me to have that".

She looked up at Herneval then, her eyes finally meeting his but where once there had been bright blue there was now only black, the whites of her eyes filling. Inky tears fell from her face that she closed her eyes to, the blue of her eyes once again returning once she opened them again.

"The things I let her do..." She whispered "Because I felt such hopelessness... Surely, he would be so disappointed in me. He sacrificed himself to help me escape and I stayed... I stayed... And all I can feel is shame".

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Kasumi stepped from the room, following as Rovender instructed her and stepping into what seemed to be the remnants of a gymnasium. The was a large pool in the middle, drained of most of its water and filled with debris. Had it not been for the Cerulean, she might not have even noticed the robot buried beneath a piece of wall panel beneath the water.

Robot?

Of course. Sanctuary-borns were raised by robotic caretakers!

"This must be MUTHR" Kasumi stated, hopping into the water with little thought as it raised up to her knees. The robot was pinned, the wall panel stuck fast as the woman angled herself to push. The metal groaned audibly as she pushed, teeth gritting tightly as she angled her right leg to take the weight. With a grunt of effort, she pushed it over, tumbling it out of the pool and onto the tiled side, cracking several of them. She let out a huff, turning to the door in time to see Eva-Nine rushing in to meet them.

With the girl's help, she lifted the caretaker from the pool, pulling her onto the tiles and kneeling beside her. Quickly, the woman looked over the robot. It's body was beyond repair, waterlogged and dented. She looked to the brain case, where liquid swirled with organic material; a small blinking light flashing at the back. Humming softly, she seemed pleased with this outcome.

"Her brain case is still in one piece," She mused as she looked to Eva-Nine "But it looks like her power source is shot from the water and even if we could power her up here, her body is in no working order... Ask the Omnipod if there's a repair station for her. Sanctuaries were built to last, it would be foolish for them not to have one".

It seemed that there was some hope for the Muthr robot after all as she reached to lift the caretaker onto her single wheel, following the directions of the Omni to a pristine generator room. "Looks like Besteel didn't find this room," She commented, wheeling Muthr forwards with the help of Eva and Rovender "That's good".

Laying Muthr on the floor, she waited for Eva to follow the next instructions from the Omnipod and unscrew Muthr's head to place it on a spider-like body.

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"You didn't have to whisper it like that" (Sun Wukong and Petra)

The young woman had taken to life among the Monkey King's subjects quite well. Those that lived alongside her guided her when she needed it, asking little about the sash she wore along her eyes. They had their own elderly and sick that they cared for, the flower of their king was no different. Of course, there were always the questions formed by the younger monkeys, some had even tried to grab at her sash before; something they never tried again, for their king had grown quite angry for it. But, Petra knew different, it was not anger that drove him, but worry. A stone monkey like him, her curse could not touch him; the same could not be said for those around him. Around them, the sash remained tied tight.

But when the pair were alone...

The sash in question had been discarded, the pair settled in their private quarters of Mt Huaguo, as Petra hummed happily, her fingers curling and brushing through the thick fur of Wukong's head and cheeks as he lay across her lap. Often they would stay like this, the Monkey King usually telling her grand stories of his adventures or falling asleep. She could see him now, just beginning to drift off, his tail twitching and his nose curling slightly; such cute noises escaping him.

Chuckling softly, she gently brushed his cheek in attempts to rouse him. He had complained so much he hadn't been able to see her lately and here he was falling asleep! Typical. When those efforts didn't work, she leaned down and placed a fleeting kiss on his twitching nose. She huffed when again, this didn't work. With a smile, she shook her head and spoke to him softly.

"Wukong, my love," She spoke, noting how her voice only seemed to soothe him into a deeper sleep. She leaned closer, her lips by his ear before she whispered once again "My Great Sage".

She leaned back at the monkey sat bolt upright, suddenly more awake than he had ever been. For the first time, he almost looked frazzled, his fur messy and out of place as he blinked at her. When he spoke, she laughed softly, winking one of her lilac eyes.

"I thought that might get your attention," She mused, drawing a finger up the length of his neck to his chin "Great Sage".

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“Please don’t leave…” Grace to Aerrid (Imagine she’s back in her own bed after all is said and done but she’s still scared :(£

The two had bonded over the horrors they had both experienced, the month following them. Aerrid had learned enough English to explain his capture and subsequent rescue by Leon before meeting her while Grace had told him of her experience finding and losing Emily before Elpis had been released. This very girl, Emily, slept in the other room of Grace's small apartment; soundly holding a small bear that the woman had bought for her, guarded by the small carved bear made of wood that sat upon her windowsill. The young girl had been suffering from nightmares, memories that awoke her and shook her core. But, following a visit to the doctor, the girl had been managing to sleep soundly enough.

The same, however, could not be said for Grace.

Though her distress was far quieter than that of Emily, who had awoken screaming on more than one occasion, it was not quiet enough to hide from the powerful hearing of the Pixi who had taken to resting in their living room. He had approached silently, reaching out to wake her before thinking better of it. The last thing he wanted was to frighten her further. Instead, he reached for the bed lamp and switched it on, watching as the light from it stirred her.

He hushed her quietly as she spoke, resting a large and warm hand upon the back of her own.

"You're safe..." He said, his accent still thick but his English far better than it had been before "You're home, Emily's safe and I'm right here... You aren't there anymore...".

He stroked the back of her hand, listening as her heart rate began to calm as he spoke. He sat upon the edge of the bed, keeping enough distance between them should she wish to move. It was only once she seemed to relax fully that he stood, ready to return to his small den on the sofa; something he quite enjoyed despite the size of it.

Please don't leave...

He paused, turning to look at the woman. She looked small and vulnerable, her shoulders shaking and her eyes unable to look up at him. Humming softly, he nodded, slipping into the bed next to her. He stayed above the covers, slipping one of his arms over her shoulders and pulling her close to his chest, tilting his head so that it could rest upon her own.

"I'll stay as long as you need," He said, his voice quiet and soothing "I will protect you... All I want you to do, is rest...".

He gently drew his hand up and down her arm, pushing his nose into her hair affectionately as his body kept her warm and comfortable.

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❛ Stay. Please. Just a little longer. ❜ (Boc to Lucia - can you imagine the little man growing on her like a weed)

The demon-hunter hadn't planned on meeting the little demi-human, nor had she planned on sticking around him. It was merely fate that had her drawn to that little talking tree and banishing the enchantment upon it; not out of kindness, but out of curiosity. Never before had she seen a demi-human intelligent enough to carry a conversation with her past small grunts and broken words. This one, however, was eloquent and polite; the complete opposite of his brethren. It was little wonder he was pushed from the cave.

Thinking little of it, she had taken the mushrooms from him and waved off his desire to bring her something more substantial. He had no debt to pay for her and she had no plans of meeting him again. However, it seemed fate had other ideas. And as she stepped into that cave and found the small creature bloody and bruised, she found herself at an impasse.

On one hand, it was his own reckless actions that caused his injuries. But on the other, such a simple and vulnerable creature had been treated with such cruelty when all he had wished for was the return of his belongings. And then, from the depth of her heart; came rage.

She stepped by him, silence thick and palpable in the air as she delved into the caves depths. And in just a few minutes, she returned, coated in blood that was not hers and holding in her hands a small leather satchel. She handed it to him with a hollow look in her eye, prepared to leave him to his devices when he spoke once again.

Stay. Please. Just a little longer.

She sighed.

Turning around, she slipped her own satchel from her shoulder and unbuckled her blades from her waist; letting them clatter next to her bag as she dropped it. Slowly, she came to sit by the grace he could not see, striking a few twigs of kindling to start a fire to warm them both.

"Come here," She said, her voice cold but calm as she searched through her satchel "If I'm going to stay, you might as well have your injuries tended to".

From her satchel, she pulled a small glass bottle and various strips of fabric. Medicinal supplies she rarely used, but kept just in case.

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“You fucking idiot, you weren’t meant to take the hit for me!” - Heisenberg to Ryuu

The man chuckled, or perhaps he gurgled, it was hard to tell with the blood lining his lips; body lying flat upon the concrete where his back had met it with less than healthy propulsion.

His vision was blurred, yet despite that, he could see the angry and perhaps concerned face of the man above him; brows knit tightly as he hovered over him. He gurgled or chuckled again, hacking a clot of blood up from his lungs and spitting it to the side. With his throat clear, he took in a sharp and painful breath that burned his lungs.

"What can I say?" He huffed, a crooked smile appearing on his face as he watched the man closely "I'm a self-sacrificing jackass". The phrase was stated in jest, but it had been a phrase the man himself had used to describe him in the past. "Smile, Heisenberg," He huffed, his body beginning to ache as the adrenaline began to leave his system "You were right!".

Grunting in pain, the man pulled himself up to sit, or attempted to at least; the searing pain in his chest and sides causing him to give up halfway and flop back down. "Ow- Ow- Yep, broken ribs, that's good, that's fun-" He gasped, resting his head back upon the concrete and glancing up at the man who stared down at him "...Hi".

He smiled goofily, despite the pain and despite the copper taste on his tongue.

He smiled.

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Dark hands held within their fingers a tattered paper spotted with blood. The writing was unclear but what remained of the message was clear. It was a missive, adorned with the sigil of a kingdom far to the north, out of the heart of their home, their forest. Inside the official stamp was an image of an eye, staring back and into the soul of the one who read it. Though to the standing sentinel that held it, it was not addressed. Instead, it spoke to those who she watched over; her queens. It spoke of a human, the first one seen in centuries and how it had brought destruction to their home. It spoke of a danger rising in the east; a warning that brought to the guard a deep hiss from her chest.

The human brought danger.

It brought death.

And soon it would be at their doorstep, if not captured.

Solas asked for aid.

And she would answer.

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The forest out of her kingdom was untracked by her, but not unfamiliar. She weaved through wandering trees, using those carnivorous around her to capture what meals she needed without expending her energy. Her large frame moved silently, the scent of the human on the wind, mixed with something familiar.

Cerulean.

There were questions to be asked, but none she would allow herself. Her mission was clear. Capture the human and return it to Solas where it could do no harm to those she protected. She needed to know little more than that. And with the winds changing, she changed with them; bursting from her hiding place to take off in a sprint. She could hear, through the chorus of turnfins and hooting animals, the heavy steps of water-bear and the rolling wheel of a machine. But the scent was unmistakable; human.

She paused, pulling herself up into a tree with ease and hiding in its cupped leaves as the strange group walked under them. A robot, water-bear, Cerulean... And there it was, the human. It was smaller than she had expected, but pushed such worries to the side. Size did not dictate its danger, the damage done to Solas was proof of that. She crouched, prepared to strike as she watched them walk past her. She had the element of surprise and she was prepared to take it; until a large hoot from the water-bear caused the human to look straight up; and directly at her.

A rumbling hiss escaped her. She was seen but she would not be swayed.

Leaping from her perch she landed with a heavy thud; a large hammer strapped to her back that she removed with ease. It was huge, the hammer head itself the size of Otto's face and glinting dangerously in the zenith's sun. Standing tall, taller than any of them, the woman glared down at the girl with orange eyes, slit like a cat's.

"You," She gestured the hammer towards the girl, the transcoder in the girl's possession translating her words "Come quietly. I will not give the luxury of asking twice".

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wakes up early to catch the summer sunrise (Kale to Isago)

It was rare for the both of them to be up so early, for so often the young mage would reach the Church of Elleh and find himself so utterly exhausted. There had once been a time he had arrived, nearly delusional with sleep deprivation, he had collapsed and slept for nearly three straight days; much to the merchant's dismay and worry. However, since then, the mage had made it a point to take as much time as he could in his travels to ensure he was well-rested, wanting never to see that worried look upon his friend's face again.

And, for the first time, Isago had awoken before the merchant, the sun just barely beginning to peek over the horizon. It had been so long since he had been able to watch the sunrise over the hills of Limgrave. So excited he was by it, he found himself rounding the fire to shake the other awake.

"Come on, Kalé," He spoke softly as the merchant stirred "Come quick, follow me!". With this, he began to climb up onto one of the broken walls of the church, patting the stone beside him so that his friend could sit beside him. And, just then, the sun breached the hills before them, yellow light bathing the rolling hills of the countryside around them. Shapes of animals could be seen as they stepped out from the trees, rising from their own resting places to begin to graze and hunt. The mage smiled, the sun beginning to bathe his tanned skin and glint in his honey coloured eyes.

"Sorry to wake you," He said to Kalé as he turned to smile at him "It's just been too long since I got to watch the sunrise like this... I wanted to share it with you". Rarely had he ever been given such a place of calm that he could relax, but the man beside him had gifted him that; it was one of the reasons Isago found himself returning each time.

One of the reasons.