#thegroundedmessenger

[theculturedcrow]

the-grounded-messenger replied to your post: He nodded, looking toward him when his hair was ruffled, clearing his throat. “Potatoes and mixed vegetables with cheese,” he said, looking at him for a moment, then stood slowly. “I’ve set it out on the table for you.”

“It has been interesting,” he sighed, following him along. “I went to church and confession, spoke to Lilli, though I left feeling a little lost, I suppose. I thought it would be good to come home for a while and do something productive.”

"Lost?" He inquired as he sat down at the table. "Do you want to sit with me and talk about it?"

[theculturedcrow]

Alfred stepped up to him slowly, taking a seat beside him, face red. "I've made you dinner," he muttered in a hushed voice, keeping his eyes downward, twiddling his thumbs.

“Did you dear? You didn’t have to, but that’s very nice of you” He replied with a small smile before reaching out and ruffling Alfred’s hair. “What did you make?”

[petitmapleleaf]

the-grounded-messenger started following you

[He's been told stories about angels, but he never really thought he'd see one. He'll just look at the other curiously before making a startled noise and hiding behind his bear, stepping backwards and almost tripping over his own feet.]

[ehmega]

the-grounded-messenger said: -why was he just hit in the head with—- oh lord what is that?-

"Ohmygod I'm so sorry I thought the trash was right-" ksdjfnskdjf hurriedly picks up the toy and hides it away.

[forevermapleleaf]

disunited-equestrian started following you kiaoranewzea ignore started following you the-grounded-messenger started following you

Ah... Bonjour. Welcome to the Dominion of Canada, can I help you somehow?

[one-armed-canadian-blog]

Nightmares ((@the-grounded-messenger))

Matthew found himself in the middle of the battle field, Normandy, his arm torn to bits by bullets and shrapnel he screamed out for help but most of the other men fighting just turned and called him a freak, or showed him a look of pity before continuing on, and the people who did try and help were shot down. The bodies around him began to pile up and a few more bullets hit his arm daring him to try and call for help again. He did, and he saw his brother try and come over. "AL NO!" he screamed waking up and looked at his arm to see the same wounds. He closed his eyes, "It's not there..." Pain surged through his body and he took out a knife, stabbing his fake arm and looking at it, slowly calming down and letting a few tears roll down his cheeks.