==>You wouldn't have thought the blood of a troll would smell so similar to that of a beast. Though you managed to slit his throat every time he woke you still can't cut fast enough to remove him from your side and the afterlife won't heal his face or neck of your rage. ==>Your mother had returned and promptly left. Your moirail was gone.==>Kankri Vantas was stuck to your side and with his corpse came the critters and crawlers. Brown mixed with red whenever you moved, his blood caking on the dirt floors to leave evidence. He's dead. He won't stay dead, but you've killed him. Hands are sticky with blood, your body aches from hauling him around.==>How miserable your heart is. You've killed your best friend. He deserved it.
✍ - a memory of their mother
==>You wouldn't know how to continue on if your friends hadn't pushed you forward. It had to be universal, that bond with a lusus. They should feel it too. Yet they did not rely on theirs to hear and feel safe, to eat or hunt, to keep from falling into misery. ==>She just gave you the saddest look and fell over. Because of the game. That game. You lost her because of a game. You curl up besides her body because she won't move just because of a game. The heat fades from her fur quickly, no. No, of course not. Not the mighty proud Catmom. ==>It's not real.==>You're too small for this. The world is so cold and silent.==>When you wake up you're told she's a sprite. Not even brave enough to turn her yourself. She's not disappointed though. She's not.
↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened
==>There's teeth in your hand bundled next to a loop of hair. It's soft, and they are such a nice color of white. You're not sure where they came from, but you'd like to think that it's from the same person because maybe, just maybe, they want to be your friend. Perhaps you were supposed to eat the heart of a person, or wear the charred remains of a paw.==>You don't want to let them down. This is the kindest anyone has eve been to you. The handkerchief holds the teeth and hair and you pick a tooth bewteen your thumb and forefinger. You don't want to let it down. You won't let them down, they are so kind.==>It's hard against your tongue. The hair gets stuck in your throat. When you spit it out you're not sure who would cry, you're not crying. You can't heart, but you know someone out there is crying and maybe just maybe you can finally cry for you.
♬ - a friend/best friend memory
==>She came from no where. A dazzling light of energy and spectacular radness to shine some righteous light in your bleak as fuck afterlife.==>You adored her. Latula Pyrope crash landed her way into your heart with some unexpected kindness and sure there may be another who claims to be from your timeline, you don't care. Everyone can keep that one. You have yours. Tula chitchats about her sugar glider named Skippy and you feel your heart soar with that lightness. She's so lighthearted and kind, she doesn't break your teacup but gets along with your lusus. Her visit is more than a success.==>It's the first time since Kankri, Cronus, and Horuss that you feel like you've got a genuine friend.
; o ; unfortunately not! Always wanted to play rugby though but that was a short lived dream
☣ - phobias?
Aliens. Thankfully phobias are an irrational level of fear of a thing so it makes sense to be afraid of aliens at least in that sense? Idk why I got spooked out when i was a kid by my brother and ever since have just had that.
♚ - favorite eye color?
I don't think I have a favorite eye color? I think brown is pretty though or hazel color. Still, most eyes are extremely pretty :o
