Heart

#the heart pulsates #Ahhhhhhhhhqgsgshshh

The heart hesitated, did this creature really deserve to know her name? Names were a powerful thing, what if it stole hers?

..

The Heart of Light and Fire. I'm an assasin and an expert in torture methodology. What I'd your name?

[A letter?]

[....]

[How strange.]

[For them, at least.]

[...]

[Do you

want to open it?]

[Footage is shakily recorded from what looks to be some sort of body camera, similar to one used by police forces.]

[A pair of red, gloved hands carelessly rip open an envelope to reveal a letter inside, studying it for the better half of a minute.]

HEART: What are they trying to do now...?

hatred stared at the black device heart had given him. he walked slowly out of the alley, kicking away blood off his boot. he had, what, finished the job in about 3 or 4 hours? it was ridiculous to him that the time limit was six months, but he had to admit- getting back out and hurting felt great.

job.done.

he spoke into the device. if he didn't get that info on comedian, he'd probably spear heart and any other person who was unlucky enough to be near him.

a quick burst of static, then a voice rang out clear and strong.

Wh- ALREADY?? You had six months! Hatred, if this is a joke you WILL be prosecuted. For your information.

A pause on the other side of the line.

Your information will be handed to you soon.

But, seem as the job was apparently so easy for you, I am afraid you will have to work a bit more than anticipated for your payment.

Another pause, you could hear rustling of paperwork coming through the small black device.

We have a certain... individual we'd like you to keep an eye on. They're a deity, but tend to be unruly at times. We want you to make sure they don't fall out of line. Sound alright?

are.you.fucking.kidding.me. hatred's eye twitched, and he double checked just to make sure the fucker was still dead because he could really use to beat someone right now. of course they'd pull something like that. either way, he'd finish it, and he'd get what they needed. fine. who.is.this."deity".you.speak.of.

I believe she goes by Evangeline. Archangel Evangeline. Although, she did previously go by a false name, Rococo. Or we are lead to believe so at least. She should be within at least a 15 mile radius of your current location.

See what she's doing, and report back to us. If she breaks any terms of angelity, you have permission to terminate her.

Do you understand?

Before you could respond, you heard a short, high-pitched beep, and the background static stopped.

#Ough

hatred stared at the black device heart had given him. he walked slowly out of the alley, kicking away blood off his boot. he had, what, finished the job in about 3 or 4 hours? it was ridiculous to him that the time limit was six months, but he had to admit- getting back out and hurting felt great.

job.done.

he spoke into the device. if he didn't get that info on comedian, he'd probably spear heart and any other person who was unlucky enough to be near him.

a quick burst of static, then a voice rang out clear and strong.

Wh- ALREADY?? You had six months! Hatred, if this is a joke you WILL be prosecuted. For your information.

A pause on the other side of the line.

Your information will be handed to you soon.

But, seem as the job was apparently so easy for you, I am afraid you will have to work a bit more than anticipated for your payment.

Another pause, you could hear rustling of paperwork coming through the small black device.

We have a certain... individual we'd like you to keep an eye on. They're a deity, but tend to be unruly at times. We want you to make sure they don't fall out of line. Sound alright?

#Ouuu

[HEART;LOG-3126:LIAISON]

The footage is shaky and blurry, it appears to be from some sort of body camera.

-

The heart stood at the organised alley, waiting for the new employee to show up. She had been informed that he could get angry easily at times, so she compressed her spear and hid it in her jacket, just in case. She doubted she'd need it though.

She was dressed in a fitted, dark Crimson pinstripe suit, as opposed to her usual dress. She wanted better mobility for her...appointment with this person, just as a precaution.

She huffed, and pulled her jacket straight, nearly shivering with the cold.

... hatred walked briskly down the alley, his eye twitching. he already fucking hated doing these jobs on the side- but he got free benefits. they had promised him information, one which he had desperately needed. if he didn't get what was promised, they'd burn a building down. or something. you.are.the.employer.correct? they didn't say anything else.

...correct. you are...

She whipped out a small device with a black screen and small red writing, presumably telling her the task she had to give you.

...hatred, I presume?

Little on the nose...

She put out her hand for you to shake it, wearing black velvet gloves.

I, am the Heart of Light and Fire, head Executioner and tortural CEO of the heavens, or your employer.

From what I've been informed of though, you know that information already. I've also been told that you are looking for information as payment. Whom is this information about, might I ask? We'll need it for business details.

She looked at you sternly but calmly, you certainly weren't what she was expecting. Usually people who decide to do jobs for the heavens who aren't regulars are just people who want to get violent. You were different. It was still evident that you wanted to get violent also, but you seemed cleaner about it. More precise, collected.

hatred stared blankly at the hand offered out, turning to look at heart with barely hidden disdain. no.thanks. her full title was a mouthful. hatred was already starting to dislike her. they were starting to doubt the job he was about to work, but he frankly didn't care anymore. he just wanted to get the info, get some blood back into his system and.. well.

.. where.was.i? right. the.information. he wasn't really planning on telling her about comedian. he already felt possessive over the bird anyways. telling her about him felt like handing over a toy he wasn't quite done with. they were already testing their own patience by having to work for this. .. he needed this information. comedian had learnt to be unpredictable in the time he was gone. he always managed to be around people who were only a little dangerous.

are.you.aware.of.someone.called.comedian?

the comedian? Why, yes. We had a little...mishap a while ago. Nothing too serious.

Her mind flickered back towards the light. Perhaps she missed it. I guess we'll never know.

Is there anything in particular you'd like to know about them?

She retracted her hand distatstefully and wiped it off of the back of her jacket.

Have you been informed of what your duties with us entail yet?

She rustled her wings and fixed her tie. Impressions were everything. The job she had for hatred was messy, yet still needed to be done, and she had much better things to do then deal with this petty problem.

hatred's eye twitched yet again. he was already growing impatient and it hadn't even been five minutes. it was highly interesting to him how people just didn't understand what they were told. who asked two questions in one go anyways? he could feel the wires under his skin pulsing irregularly, and he had a faint urge to dig into his skin, to find the wires and rip them out. it didn't sound bad. why did his code even tell him to do things like this? to.answer.the.first.question. ... i'd.just.like.information.of.his.patterns. who.he.is.around. his.routines.

hatred grit his teeth. it was baffling to him how much he didn't know comedian now. they used to know each other inside out- and then comedian had to go screw shit up and leave- leaving everything he had behind. she really was insane, hatred mused. comedian was a whole different person around hatred.

and.yes. i.know.what.i'm.supposed.to.do. that's.kind.of.the.purpose.of.jobs.like.these.

Patterns, routines...I see. That shouldn't be a problem.

We'll tell you the information once we think you've done your job efficiently.

Heart clasped her hands in front of her professionally, trying to ignore your attitude towards her.

If you do not complete this job within the time limit, repercussions will be put in place and you will not get the information you asked for. Do you understand?

Who did this guy think they were? He was certainly pompous, that's for sure. What made them think he could speak to her that way?

Her suit was uncomfortable and the scratchy material itched, she'd have to deal with it for now though, she never did like wearing fitted clothes.

understood.

hatred's fingers twitched. it was like something was building up in his wires and whispering to him. ah, violence. he liked that, though he supposed he'd have to hold back on that just now.

he didn't really need a time limit, anyways. he'd probably get it done by tonight- or tomorrow, if he was unfortunate.

As is expected.

The heart pulled out the device again, this time it was a plain black screen.

Please sign here.

She handed you the stylus and pen. She really didn't like this employee, something about him just unnerved her. Irked her.

[HEART;LOG-3126:LIAISON]

The footage is shaky and blurry, it appears to be from some sort of body camera.

-

The heart stood at the organised alley, waiting for the new employee to show up. She had been informed that he could get angry easily at times, so she compressed her spear and hid it in her jacket, just in case. She doubted she'd need it though.

She was dressed in a fitted, dark Crimson pinstripe suit, as opposed to her usual dress. She wanted better mobility for her...appointment with this person, just as a precaution.

She huffed, and pulled her jacket straight, nearly shivering with the cold.

... hatred walked briskly down the alley, his eye twitching. he already fucking hated doing these jobs on the side- but he got free benefits. they had promised him information, one which he had desperately needed. if he didn't get what was promised, they'd burn a building down. or something. you.are.the.employer.correct? they didn't say anything else.

...correct. you are...

She whipped out a small device with a black screen and small red writing, presumably telling her the task she had to give you.

...hatred, I presume?

Little on the nose...

She put out her hand for you to shake it, wearing black velvet gloves.

I, am the Heart of Light and Fire, head Executioner and tortural CEO of the heavens, or your employer.

From what I've been informed of though, you know that information already. I've also been told that you are looking for information as payment. Whom is this information about, might I ask? We'll need it for business details.

She looked at you sternly but calmly, you certainly weren't what she was expecting. Usually people who decide to do jobs for the heavens who aren't regulars are just people who want to get violent. You were different. It was still evident that you wanted to get violent also, but you seemed cleaner about it. More precise, collected.

hatred stared blankly at the hand offered out, turning to look at heart with barely hidden disdain. no.thanks. her full title was a mouthful. hatred was already starting to dislike her. they were starting to doubt the job he was about to work, but he frankly didn't care anymore. he just wanted to get the info, get some blood back into his system and.. well.

.. where.was.i? right. the.information. he wasn't really planning on telling her about comedian. he already felt possessive over the bird anyways. telling her about him felt like handing over a toy he wasn't quite done with. they were already testing their own patience by having to work for this. .. he needed this information. comedian had learnt to be unpredictable in the time he was gone. he always managed to be around people who were only a little dangerous.

are.you.aware.of.someone.called.comedian?

the comedian? Why, yes. We had a little...mishap a while ago. Nothing too serious.

Her mind flickered back towards the light. Perhaps she missed it. I guess we'll never know.

Is there anything in particular you'd like to know about them?

She retracted her hand distatstefully and wiped it off of the back of her jacket.

Have you been informed of what your duties with us entail yet?

She rustled her wings and fixed her tie. Impressions were everything. The job she had for hatred was messy, yet still needed to be done, and she had much better things to do then deal with this petty problem.

hatred's eye twitched yet again. he was already growing impatient and it hadn't even been five minutes. it was highly interesting to him how people just didn't understand what they were told. who asked two questions in one go anyways? he could feel the wires under his skin pulsing irregularly, and he had a faint urge to dig into his skin, to find the wires and rip them out. it didn't sound bad. why did his code even tell him to do things like this? to.answer.the.first.question. ... i'd.just.like.information.of.his.patterns. who.he.is.around. his.routines.

hatred grit his teeth. it was baffling to him how much he didn't know comedian now. they used to know each other inside out- and then comedian had to go screw shit up and leave- leaving everything he had behind. she really was insane, hatred mused. comedian was a whole different person around hatred.

and.yes. i.know.what.i'm.supposed.to.do. that's.kind.of.the.purpose.of.jobs.like.these.

Patterns, routines...I see. That shouldn't be a problem.

We'll tell you the information once we think you've done your job efficiently.

Heart clasped her hands in front of her professionally, trying to ignore your attitude towards her.

If you do not complete this job within the time limit, repercussions will be put in place and you will not get the information you asked for. Do you understand?

Who did this guy think they were? He was certainly pompous, that's for sure. What made them think he could speak to her that way?

Her suit was uncomfortable and the scratchy material itched, she'd have to deal with it for now though, she never did like wearing fitted clothes.

[HEART;LOG-3126:LIAISON]

The footage is shaky and blurry, it appears to be from some sort of body camera.

-

The heart stood at the organised alley, waiting for the new employee to show up. She had been informed that he could get angry easily at times, so she compressed her spear and hid it in her jacket, just in case. She doubted she'd need it though.

She was dressed in a fitted, dark Crimson pinstripe suit, as opposed to her usual dress. She wanted better mobility for her...appointment with this person, just as a precaution.

She huffed, and pulled her jacket straight, nearly shivering with the cold.

... hatred walked briskly down the alley, his eye twitching. he already fucking hated doing these jobs on the side- but he got free benefits. they had promised him information, one which he had desperately needed. if he didn't get what was promised, they'd burn a building down. or something. you.are.the.employer.correct? they didn't say anything else.

...correct. you are...

She whipped out a small device with a black screen and small red writing, presumably telling her the task she had to give you.

...hatred, I presume?

Little on the nose...

She put out her hand for you to shake it, wearing black velvet gloves.

I, am the Heart of Light and Fire, head Executioner and tortural CEO of the heavens, or your employer.

From what I've been informed of though, you know that information already. I've also been told that you are looking for information as payment. Whom is this information about, might I ask? We'll need it for business details.

She looked at you sternly but calmly, you certainly weren't what she was expecting. Usually people who decide to do jobs for the heavens who aren't regulars are just people who want to get violent. You were different. It was still evident that you wanted to get violent also, but you seemed cleaner about it. More precise, collected.

hatred stared blankly at the hand offered out, turning to look at heart with barely hidden disdain. no.thanks. her full title was a mouthful. hatred was already starting to dislike her. they were starting to doubt the job he was about to work, but he frankly didn't care anymore. he just wanted to get the info, get some blood back into his system and.. well.

.. where.was.i? right. the.information. he wasn't really planning on telling her about comedian. he already felt possessive over the bird anyways. telling her about him felt like handing over a toy he wasn't quite done with. they were already testing their own patience by having to work for this. .. he needed this information. comedian had learnt to be unpredictable in the time he was gone. he always managed to be around people who were only a little dangerous.

are.you.aware.of.someone.called.comedian?

the comedian? Why, yes. We had a little...mishap a while ago. Nothing too serious.

Her mind flickered back towards the light. Perhaps she missed it. I guess we'll never know.

Is there anything in particular you'd like to know about them?

She retracted her hand distatstefully and wiped it off of the back of her jacket.

Have you been informed of what your duties with us entail yet?

She rustled her wings and fixed her tie. Impressions were everything. The job she had for hatred was messy, yet still needed to be done, and she had much better things to do then deal with this petty problem.

#Ohhh god

[HEART;LOG-3126:LIAISON]

The footage is shaky and blurry, it appears to be from some sort of body camera.

-

The heart stood at the organised alley, waiting for the new employee to show up. She had been informed that he could get angry easily at times, so she compressed her spear and hid it in her jacket, just in case. She doubted she'd need it though.

She was dressed in a fitted, dark Crimson pinstripe suit, as opposed to her usual dress. She wanted better mobility for her...appointment with this person, just as a precaution.

She huffed, and pulled her jacket straight, nearly shivering with the cold.

... hatred walked briskly down the alley, his eye twitching. he already fucking hated doing these jobs on the side- but he got free benefits. they had promised him information, one which he had desperately needed. if he didn't get what was promised, they'd burn a building down. or something. you.are.the.employer.correct? they didn't say anything else.

#There isn't acctually any reason she's in a suit apart from the fact that women in suits 😝😝#Yall are never gonna guess who she's talking about

...correct. you are...

She whipped out a small device with a black screen and small red writing, presumably telling her the task she had to give you.

...hatred, I presume?

Little on the nose...

She put out her hand for you to shake it, wearing black velvet gloves.

I, am the Heart of Light and Fire, head Executioner and tortural CEO of the heavens, or your employer.

From what I've been informed of though, you know that information already. I've also been told that you are looking for information as payment. Whom is this information about, might I ask? We'll need it for business details.

She looked at you sternly but calmly, you certainly weren't what she was expecting. Usually people who decide to do jobs for the heavens who aren't regulars are just people who want to get violent. You were different. It was still evident that you wanted to get violent also, but you seemed cleaner about it. More precise, collected.

[HEART;LOG-3126:LIAISON]

The footage is shaky and blurry, it appears to be from some sort of body camera.

-

The heart stood at the organised alley, waiting for the new employee to show up. She had been informed that he could get angry easily at times, so she compressed her spear and hid it in her jacket, just in case. She doubted she'd need it though.

She was dressed in a fitted, dark Crimson pinstripe suit, as opposed to her usual dress. She wanted better mobility for her...appointment with this person, just as a precaution.

She huffed, and pulled her jacket straight, nearly shivering with the cold.

[HEART:LIGHT/FIRE; RECOVERED ARCHIVAL FOOTAGE. THIS FOOTAGE IS TO SHOWN TO AUTHORISED PERSONNEL. MISUSE OF FOOTAGE IS PUNISHABLE BY EXECUTION.]

Desc: Body Camera moves shakily as it pans over a pile of canellia flowers on the ground in the dark. A hand coming from behind the camera reaches out and shuffles the pile, revealing human remains.

[HEART] Eurgh. Disgusting. Look at what you've let yourself become. The entire heavens are ashamed of you.

Desc: Somebody from behind the camera grabs the remains by the throat as there is a flash of bright red light. The body takes a gasp before sitting upright.

[ARCH. EVANGELINE] where am I? What happened? Am I being tortured again?

[HEART] The heavens have decided to give you a slither of mercy. We propose an offer. Agreeing to it will knock a couple millenia off of your sentence.

[ARCH. EVANGELINE] ...was I dead??

[HEART] I am unsure. You looked like it anyway.

Desc: A moment of silence as [ARCH. EVANGELINE] looks around herself, trying to take in her surroundings.

[HEART] Well, do you agree to the offer or not?

[ARCH. EVANGELINE] What must I do for it?

[HEART] Be worthy of forgiveness. Undo all of your wrongs. Confess your sins. Cleanse yourself of everything that isn't right or just.

[ARCH. EVANGELINE] Oh. Alright then. I... agree. I suppose.

[HEART] Good. It is expected you will need a few angelic traits to fully complete these tasks, so we are letting you regain your immortality and healing qualities temporarily. Any misuse of these will lead to 5 extra millenia of torture.

[ARCH. EVANGELINE] I understand.

[HEART] As is expected.

Desc: [HEART] Performs a complex blessing on [ARCH. EVANGELINE] as another flash of bright red fills the room.

[HEART] I now pronounce you Archangel Evangeline the Healer.

[ARCH. EVANGELINE] I am honoured.

Desc: A look of fear washes over [ARCH. EVANGELINE]'s face before the camera cuts out.

[THIS IS A REMINDER THAT THIS FOOTAGE IS TO BE SHOWN ONLY TO AUTHPRISED PERSONNEL. THIS FOOTAGE HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO YOU BY ■■■■■■■■ ANGELIC ARCHIVES LTD.]

#Heyyy yall #tw gore

its not gonna work buddy! :)

[Tjis was sent before heart killed angel for context]

So do you wanna say that again orr

satan-offical

I've made it my mission to be known by everyone on Tumblr. And I mean EVERYONE. No account will go without this post, I want to make it to the dead poets society fandom all the way to the ninjago fandom. Everyone will reblog this, and if they don't I will die a failure.

The heart spotted someone out of the corner of her eye while clearing an area.

Someone by the river bank.

Bleeding out.

She went to check out the situation when she realised who it was.

Storyteller.

She ran down quickly to see what had happened to them, when they spotted the intense wound in their chest.

Ohh dear. That's not great now is it.

She didn't know what to do, should she help or leave them to die here? They were obviously in a lot of pain.

(Im Going To Kill Everyone Here Then Myself.)

(Sorry to my Moots who don't know SHIT about the stinkeri files💔)

[Storyteller sat slumped over, hand on the ground. They were breathing quietly and slowly. They took a moment to process the new presence, then tried what they could to "smile".]

<I-[cough]Hello, dearest..>

(Whoa There Buckaroo. What's That Name You Just Used??¿????? Anyways Hiiiii Stinkeri Files Fandom Its Meeee AnonyMouse)

The heart sat down next to them quietly.

Hello dear.

I haven't seen you in... quite a long time.

She eyed your wounds.

<Yes, we...haven't spoken in..quite a while, hm? Sorry you have to...see me like...this. Hhn...Ha.>

[They spoke of..all that as if it were a minor inconvenience. As they always had.]

... its fine. I don't much care.

...I missed you, librarian.

And I shouldn't have.

I yearn for your touch once again. Is that too much to ask?

She didn't want to see the person closest to her like this. It wasn't fair. They hadn't done anything wrong.

(Im Going To Find You. Fuck You Fuck You Fuck You Fuck Y)

<Aha..I missed you too.>

<No, not at...not at all.>

<..if anything, I feel the same.>

She placed her hand on yours, remembering just how you used to together all those years ago in the library.

...I'm sorry I can't heal you, librarian.

It's not in my nature to do so.

I wouldn't be able to if I tried.

[They were caught a bit off guard, but nevertheless leaned onto her shoulder. It's been a long time since then, huh?]

<It's...it's fine. Truly fine.>

She rested her head on top of yours.

I suppose.

We could just lay here..?

<..yes. I wouldn't mind it at all.>

[Wouldn't hurt, would it?]

[...Ironic saying that. Look at the librarian. How could it not hurt?]

[Numbness.]

[Well, yes. It's been so many times, anyway..]

She moved closer to storyteller now, lacing her fingers with theirs.

...

I loved you.

(Im Gonna Fucking Kill You.)

[They sighed gently.]

<..and..and I loved you too.>

evadstra

The heart sighed.

She lifted the back of her hand to her mouth and placed it on your wound.

A bright red light flashed, and your wound was now gone.

Only the scar in the shape of heart shaped wings remained.

... hopefully you feel better now.

I hadn't realised how much I missed you, lib.

.

May I have the privilege of kissing you?

(OKAY THEN I DONT EVEN CARE. imso tired )

[The storyteller breathed in, surprised by the heart's actions.]

<Oh..wow.>

<I..do feel much better.>

.

.

<But, of course.>

(You Can Imagine Their Smile Brah☹️)

She leaned in for a kiss that I am NOT writing because that shift is disgusting so uh yeah!

She always had missed her beautiful, darling situationship.

She didn't realise it until after she kissed them.

And I have yearned for the touch of someone that saw me for who I am, not for what I had done, once more.

...why don't we go home? You need to rest.

The heart spotted someone out of the corner of her eye while clearing an area.

Someone by the river bank.

Bleeding out.

She went to check out the situation when she realised who it was.

Storyteller.

She ran down quickly to see what had happened to them, when they spotted the intense wound in their chest.

Ohh dear. That's not great now is it.

She didn't know what to do, should she help or leave them to die here? They were obviously in a lot of pain.

(Im Going To Kill Everyone Here Then Myself.)

(Sorry to my Moots who don't know SHIT about the stinkeri files💔)

[Storyteller sat slumped over, hand on the ground. They were breathing quietly and slowly. They took a moment to process the new presence, then tried what they could to "smile".]

<I-[cough]Hello, dearest..>

(Whoa There Buckaroo. What's That Name You Just Used??¿????? Anyways Hiiiii Stinkeri Files Fandom Its Meeee AnonyMouse)

The heart sat down next to them quietly.

Hello dear.

I haven't seen you in... quite a long time.

She eyed your wounds.

<Yes, we...haven't spoken in..quite a while, hm? Sorry you have to...see me like...this. Hhn...Ha.>

[They spoke of..all that as if it were a minor inconvenience. As they always had.]

... its fine. I don't much care.

...I missed you, librarian.

And I shouldn't have.

I yearn for your touch once again. Is that too much to ask?

She didn't want to see the person closest to her like this. It wasn't fair. They hadn't done anything wrong.

(Im Going To Find You. Fuck You Fuck You Fuck You Fuck Y)

<Aha..I missed you too.>

<No, not at...not at all.>

<..if anything, I feel the same.>

She placed her hand on yours, remembering just how you used to together all those years ago in the library.

...I'm sorry I can't heal you, librarian.

It's not in my nature to do so.

I wouldn't be able to if I tried.

[They were caught a bit off guard, but nevertheless leaned onto her shoulder. It's been a long time since then, huh?]

<It's...it's fine. Truly fine.>

She rested her head on top of yours.

I suppose.

We could just lay here..?

<..yes. I wouldn't mind it at all.>

[Wouldn't hurt, would it?]

[...Ironic saying that. Look at the librarian. How could it not hurt?]

[Numbness.]

[Well, yes. It's been so many times, anyway..]

She moved closer to storyteller now, lacing her fingers with theirs.

...

I loved you.

(Im Gonna Fucking Kill You.)

[They sighed gently.]

<..and..and I loved you too.>

evadstra

The heart sighed.

She lifted the back of her hand to her mouth and placed it on your wound.

A bright red light flashed, and your wound was now gone.

Only the scar in the shape of heart shaped wings remained.

... hopefully you feel better now.

I hadn't realised how much I missed you, lib.

.

May I have the privilege of kissing you?

WRONG BLOG OH MY GOLLY GOSH

The heart spotted someone out of the corner of her eye while clearing an area.

Someone by the river bank.

Bleeding out.

She went to check out the situation when she realised who it was.

Storyteller.

She ran down quickly to see what had happened to them, when they spotted the intense wound in their chest.

Ohh dear. That's not great now is it.

She didn't know what to do, should she help or leave them to die here? They were obviously in a lot of pain.

(Im Going To Kill Everyone Here Then Myself.)

(Sorry to my Moots who don't know SHIT about the stinkeri files💔)

[Storyteller sat slumped over, hand on the ground. They were breathing quietly and slowly. They took a moment to process the new presence, then tried what they could to "smile".]

<I-[cough]Hello, dearest..>

(Whoa There Buckaroo. What's That Name You Just Used??¿????? Anyways Hiiiii Stinkeri Files Fandom Its Meeee AnonyMouse)

The heart sat down next to them quietly.

Hello dear.

I haven't seen you in... quite a long time.

She eyed your wounds.

<Yes, we...haven't spoken in..quite a while, hm? Sorry you have to...see me like...this. Hhn...Ha.>

[They spoke of..all that as if it were a minor inconvenience. As they always had.]