Will Wood’s Solar Panel

(gimmick blog) Radical Antifolicalist

[willwoodssolarpanel]

Welcome to the Antifolicalist Party!

In our party, we believe Bald Woodlings naturally hold superior qualities to the Haired Woodlings. The WillWorld would ultimately function more efficiently with a pure bald population. When was the last time, for example, we had an Industrial Revolution? Never, because the hairs have held rein on this nation for as long as it’s existed. The current YYFPP’s cabinet has 0.5 Balds. Seem fair?

Want to know more about our agenda? Write me or find me around!

President:

Will Wood’s Solar Panel

Members:

Hat Will Wood (@hatwillwood)

more to be counted for.

Affiliated:

Evil Simon (@iwatchstuffonce)

L̵̨̢͍͖͈̫̞͖͉͔̼̜̓̈͆ͅi̶̡̧̬̥̞̠̻͎͎̓̆̈̊m̴̨̮͇͚̯̱̱̼̻̻̻͚̘̙̂̈́ī̵̧̺̖̣͂̐̆̀̌̋́͛̚͘n̵̩͊̏̍̃̽a̷̛̗̪͚̦̗͇̘̓̀̈́̀͑̈́̍͌̒͌̂͠l̸̛̛̳͈̞͓̘͉̫̬̻̓̇̈́̏̅̅̋͘͘ ̶̢̛͈̟̘͕͚̜̆̓̔͒̈͂́̎̋̕̚W̸̰̉̐̈́̾̾͊̆̐͌̐́̍̈́̕i̴̡̻͚̹̜̖̰̝̿͌͛̇͗̀͊l̶͔̈͂́͝ḽ̶̡̲̘̩̙̈́͂͒̏ ̷̧̤̻͉̲̫͕͍̳͌̍͜͜͠͝W̵̹͍̥̋́̅͋̌̿̊̋̕͘̚ǫ̵͍̩̰̤̟͔̝͖͇̑o̴̺̫͆̍̽͆͘͝d̶̨̬̟̦͎̭̀ (@liminalwillwood)

[eyebrowswillwood]

Gayass

Unprovoked?

[a1printerpaperww]

𝓖𝓪𝔂𝓪𝓼𝓼

[willwoodssolarpanel]

«During pride month? Tsk. I expected better from you, Paper.»

[tomodachi-life-will-wood]

A stranger glides onto the shore of LvndrTwn Island with a small sailboat. It’s some three dimensional man with an incredibly bald head.

As this Woodling is tying up his sail and setting an anchor down so the tide doesn’t pull the boat back into the ocean, Tomodachi Life Will Wood approaches.

The man turns his head at the cartoony footsteps growing near, then fully turns around to view the resident.

«Oh, should I move my boat? Apologies, I wasn’t sure where to park it.» He offers his hand to shake.

«I’m Will Wood’s Solar Panel. You can call me Solar.»

-Will Wood’s Solar Panel

"huh.. sorry for the late introduction. Hello, Solar. Welcome to LvndrTwn. Why are you here? Has something happened with Paper?"

[willwoodssolarpanel]

«Oh- ah, no. Paper is alright. I’ve just been looking for Eyebrows.»

«Have you seen him at all?» Solar asks politely, gazing around at the isle they stand on. «Just need to make sure he’s safe. ‘s all.»

[tomodachi-life-will-wood]

no, no, I haven't, I'm sorry. There's been a.. lack of boats around here lately. So I doubt I would have seen him.

Please, if anything happens to Paper, or anything important really, do not hesitate to come back over, or send a letter. I will do all I can, even go off of this island to help.

[willwoodssolarpanel]

Solar sighs. «Ah, that’s alright. I’ve been out in the sea for nearly a week now.» Miraculously, his hygiene is quite well despite so. Must have to do with his Woodling sub-species.

«Naturally. I’ll keep you in mind if anything comes up. I don’t believe I caught your name, either?»

[tomodachi-life-will-wood]

just TomoWill is fine, of course. Thank you for coming out here, the seas this time of year are quite tempermental, at least they were back in the older days.. (he proceeded to mumble something about ozone layers and all that. He decided not to mention his old occupation of self-proclaimed sailor.) .. that aside, you take care, okay?

[willwoodssolarpanel]

«Yes, naturally. You as well.» Solar smiles, turning back to set up his sailboat once again for sailing the tide.

[tomodachi-life-will-wood]

A stranger glides onto the shore of LvndrTwn Island with a small sailboat. It’s some three dimensional man with an incredibly bald head.

As this Woodling is tying up his sail and setting an anchor down so the tide doesn’t pull the boat back into the ocean, Tomodachi Life Will Wood approaches.

The man turns his head at the cartoony footsteps growing near, then fully turns around to view the resident.

«Oh, should I move my boat? Apologies, I wasn’t sure where to park it.» He offers his hand to shake.

«I’m Will Wood’s Solar Panel. You can call me Solar.»

-Will Wood’s Solar Panel

"huh.. sorry for the late introduction. Hello, Solar. Welcome to LvndrTwn. Why are you here? Has something happened with Paper?"

[willwoodssolarpanel]

«Oh- ah, no. Paper is alright. I’ve just been looking for Eyebrows.»

«Have you seen him at all?» Solar asks politely, gazing around at the isle they stand on. «Just need to make sure he’s safe. ‘s all.»

[tomodachi-life-will-wood]

no, no, I haven't, I'm sorry. There's been a.. lack of boats around here lately. So I doubt I would have seen him.

Please, if anything happens to Paper, or anything important really, do not hesitate to come back over, or send a letter. I will do all I can, even go off of this island to help.

[willwoodssolarpanel]

Solar sighs. «Ah, that’s alright. I’ve been out in the sea for nearly a week now.» Miraculously, his hygiene is quite well despite so. Must have to do with his Woodling sub-species.

«Naturally. I’ll keep you in mind if anything comes up. I don’t believe I caught your name, either?»

[tomodachi-life-will-wood]

A stranger glides onto the shore of LvndrTwn Island with a small sailboat. It’s some three dimensional man with an incredibly bald head.

As this Woodling is tying up his sail and setting an anchor down so the tide doesn’t pull the boat back into the ocean, Tomodachi Life Will Wood approaches.

The man turns his head at the cartoony footsteps growing near, then fully turns around to view the resident.

«Oh, should I move my boat? Apologies, I wasn’t sure where to park it.» He offers his hand to shake.

«I’m Will Wood’s Solar Panel. You can call me Solar.»

-Will Wood’s Solar Panel

"huh.. sorry for the late introduction. Hello, Solar. Welcome to LvndrTwn. Why are you here? Has something happened with Paper?"

[willwoodssolarpanel]

«Oh- ah, no. Paper is alright. I’ve just been looking for Eyebrows.»

«Have you seen him at all?» Solar asks politely, gazing around at the isle they stand on. «Just need to make sure he’s safe. ‘s all.»

[divorcedcivilian]

«Pardon me, do you happen to be divorcedcivillian?» A bald, well dressed individual approaches them.

This stranger is Will Wood’s Solar Panel, the creator of Antifolicalism.

He politely offers his hand to divorced to shake. «I’m Solar Panel, but you may call me Solar or Mr. Calculator.»

(up to you whether a tick is intended to be planted or not. look under #hatwillwood or #evilsimon on my blog for more info on that)

-Will Wood’s Solar Panel

...Goodness. What a- bald scalp.

How can this be? How can people even live like this? Do their heads not get sunburnt? Dear lord...

Um. Yes, that is me. I have heard of your party, and trust me, I do not know what you intend to drag me into, but I would rather swallow my own eyes than work with- balds. What does such a boiled egg want from a man like me, anyways?

[willwoodssolarpanel]

«Well, I’ll tell you that I’m not here to recruit you, that’s for sure.» Solar mumbles the last part, pulling his hand away.

«I actually wanted to see if you could help me. See, I’m searching for a friend of mine, and I’ve been told you may have an idea of his location.»

«Eyebrows. I’m sure you’ve noticed his absence.»

Solar reads divorcedcivillian’s expression for a moment.

«Do I have your trust, or shall I gain it through providing compensation?» He gets straight to the point.

[divorcedcivilian]

Hm. Bald person + bald person equals trouble for us haired ones, I bet. Though I feel like a lie would be detected very quickly. This thinking under my breath oughts to bring me trouble one of these days.

"Unfortunately, I have no idea where Eyebrows is right now. Not that I care anymore, of course. I am no friend of the egg headed, and Eyebrows made his decision some time ago. he probably exiled himself. To France or some other weird ass place no one would ever dare enter."

Just like ex husband number four, leaving cowardly and without a trace. At least no bank accounts were split this time.

"Though I do know where he lives, at least, yet I doubt he's there, after all the incidents in Will War 1. He lives in a house."

[willwoodssolarpanel]

Solar sighs. «Yeah, I know where he lives. Not a sign. I appreciate your help, anyways.»

«I suppose I ought to search for him myself. Pretty sure he hates my guts, though, so as long as he’s not avoiding me.»

Solars eyes gaze around the street. «Bastard.» He mumbles and kicks his heel into the dirt beneath his feet, careful not to hit Divorced with any specks.

[papermuncher15]

Storyboard I made for a collage summer class week thingggg

from these excerpts from current rps

@willwoodssolarpanel I hope i did Solar justice :3

[willwoodssolarpanel]

UGHH THIS IS GORGEOUS THANK YOU SO MUCHHHH🫶🫶🫶

I CANT EVEN EXPRESS HOW AWESOME THIS IS

[divorcedcivilian]

«Pardon me, do you happen to be divorcedcivillian?» A bald, well dressed individual approaches them.

This stranger is Will Wood’s Solar Panel, the creator of Antifolicalism.

He politely offers his hand to divorced to shake. «I’m Solar Panel, but you may call me Solar or Mr. Calculator.»

(up to you whether a tick is intended to be planted or not. look under #hatwillwood or #evilsimon on my blog for more info on that)

-Will Wood’s Solar Panel

...Goodness. What a- bald scalp.

How can this be? How can people even live like this? Do their heads not get sunburnt? Dear lord...

Um. Yes, that is me. I have heard of your party, and trust me, I do not know what you intend to drag me into, but I would rather swallow my own eyes than work with- balds. What does such a boiled egg want from a man like me, anyways?

[willwoodssolarpanel]

«Well, I’ll tell you that I’m not here to recruit you, that’s for sure.» Solar mumbles the last part, pulling his hand away.

«I actually wanted to see if you could help me. See, I’m searching for a friend of mine, and I’ve been told you may have an idea of his location.»

«Eyebrows. I’m sure you’ve noticed his absence.»

Solar reads divorcedcivillian’s expression for a moment.

«Do I have your trust, or shall I gain it through providing compensation?» He gets straight to the point.

[tonald-drump-officially-rich]

im going to attempt something:

open rp

I am Tonald Drump

[willwoodssolarpanel]

Will Wood’s Solar Panel jumps at the voice from behind. «Um…» He backs up slightly, massively confused. «You… you’re not a Woodling. You’re definitely not a Woodling. How did you get here?» Solar urgently asks, keeping a safe distance from the stranger.

His face… it’s all wrong. He’s nothing remotely like Will Wood.

(hello tonald! it’s syntheticflavorings here- welcome to a niche rp community /hj)

[tonald-drump-officially-rich]

I am Tonald Drump. (Tonald, like a pokémon, only knows how to say his name)

[willwoodssolarpanel]

Solar knits his eyebrows.

«Yes, I gathered.» He slowly approaches the man, taking note of how formally dressed he is. Tonald almost looks like a politician. Is this a possible competition?

«Are you alright? Are you lost?»

[tonald-drump-officially-rich]

Tonald drump. (Tonald blinks his eyes one at a time. Almost like a frog or something

[willwoodssolarpanel]

Solar frowns. Great, another person he can’t communicate with. How does he stumble along people like this so often?

«Can you at least understand me?» He asks softly.

[tonald-drump-officially-rich]

Tonald produces a crayon and shoves it up his nose

[willwoodssolarpanel]

«…Where did that come f- Y’know what? Have a great day.» Solar waves Tonald off, leaving to hopefully never see him again. That was fucking weird.

[tonald-drump-officially-rich]

im going to attempt something:

open rp

I am Tonald Drump

[willwoodssolarpanel]

Will Wood’s Solar Panel jumps at the voice from behind. «Um…» He backs up slightly, massively confused. «You… you’re not a Woodling. You’re definitely not a Woodling. How did you get here?» Solar urgently asks, keeping a safe distance from the stranger.

His face… it’s all wrong. He’s nothing remotely like Will Wood.

(hello tonald! it’s syntheticflavorings here- welcome to a niche rp community /hj)

[tonald-drump-officially-rich]

I am Tonald Drump. (Tonald, like a pokémon, only knows how to say his name)

[willwoodssolarpanel]

Solar knits his eyebrows.

«Yes, I gathered.» He slowly approaches the man, taking note of how formally dressed he is. Tonald almost looks like a politician. Is this a possible competition?

«Are you alright? Are you lost?»

[tonald-drump-officially-rich]

Tonald drump. (Tonald blinks his eyes one at a time. Almost like a frog or something

[willwoodssolarpanel]

Solar frowns. Great, another person he can’t communicate with. How does he stumble along people like this so often?

«Can you at least understand me?» He asks softly.

[tonald-drump-officially-rich]

im going to attempt something:

open rp

I am Tonald Drump

[willwoodssolarpanel]

Will Wood’s Solar Panel jumps at the voice from behind. «Um…» He backs up slightly, massively confused. «You… you’re not a Woodling. You’re definitely not a Woodling. How did you get here?» Solar urgently asks, keeping a safe distance from the stranger.

His face… it’s all wrong. He’s nothing remotely like Will Wood.

(hello tonald! it’s syntheticflavorings here- welcome to a niche rp community /hj)

[tonald-drump-officially-rich]

I am Tonald Drump. (Tonald, like a pokémon, only knows how to say his name)

[willwoodssolarpanel]

Solar knits his eyebrows.

«Yes, I gathered.» He slowly approaches the man, taking note of how formally dressed he is. Tonald almost looks like a politician. Is this a possible competition?

«Are you alright? Are you lost?»

[tonald-drump-officially-rich]

im going to attempt something:

open rp

I am Tonald Drump

[willwoodssolarpanel]

Will Wood’s Solar Panel jumps at the voice from behind. «Um…» He backs up slightly, massively confused. «You… you’re not a Woodling. You’re definitely not a Woodling. How did you get here?» Solar urgently asks, keeping a safe distance from the stranger.

His face… it’s all wrong. He’s nothing remotely like Will Wood.

(hello tonald! it’s syntheticflavorings here- welcome to a niche rp community /hj)

[willwoodssolarpanel]

(Answer if u want :3)

(𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮, 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓯𝓮𝔀. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓶 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓶. 𝓛𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓲𝓷 𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓼 𝓪𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭.

𝓓𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓲𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼?)

That nagging sense of being watched is too strong, so Solar rises from the grass. For his own safety, he picks up a stone chiseled into an arrowhead that he made recently. Solar wants to trust her, but doesn’t know if he can.

He can feel his heartbeat pounding like drums in his ears. Something’s wrong. This isn’t safe.

That’s what his head is telling him, at least, but there’s no good way to tell the truth unless he investigates.

There’s evidently nobody in the field, so Solar heads for the tree line. Shitty hallucinations in his vision keep making his head clock, each time gripping his arrowhead tighter. Solar is ready to fight.

[a1printerpaperww]

(𝓢𝓶𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓰 𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓲𝓻.

"𝓘 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴" 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓻 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓮𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓶𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭.

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭, 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻. 𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓾𝓼𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓸𝓷𝓮. )

(𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭, 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝔂𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵, 𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝔀𝓮𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 , 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓭 𝓮𝔂𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓻𝔂, 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓬𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓽𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓰𝓸 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓼. 𝓢𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴.

𝓐 𝓷𝓪𝓼𝓽𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓭, 𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱)

𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 (𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻, 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓹𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓪 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬)

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Solar grits his teeth at her presence, conflicted by panic and calmness. His wide eyes never leave her, even when the arrowhead falls from his fingers.

«You don’t look entirely calm yourself.» He says in a low mumble, taking steps back from her.

Solar has so many questions, few of which he’s willing to ask right now. This is tripping him out. He feels like he can see more things beyond the fog, but can’t tell if they’re real or not.

«What’s going on?»

Surprisingly, no spines are growing from his body.

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(𝓟𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻, 𝓹𝓾𝓽𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭, 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓭 𝓮𝔂𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓹 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭)

𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 (𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮) 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼. (𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼. 𝓢𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓼𝓽)

𝓘 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴. 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓻. 𝓦𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻. 𝓡𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓴.

𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮?

[willwoodssolarpanel]

Solar inhales a bit stiffly, genuinely feeling concerned. Friend, yes.

«Yes, of course.» He responds eloquently, eyes relaxing slightly on her single gaze. He looks down at her almost disheveled posture and paleness. «You seem unwell.»

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𝓘'𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓻. 𝓜𝔂 𝓫𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬. 𝓘𝓯 𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓵 𝓘'𝓭 𝓫𝓮 𝓪 𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓵 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓶 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝔀. (𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓪𝓹𝓮𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓶 𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬. 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓪𝓯𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓮𝓽)

(𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓵) 𝓢𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻, 𝓘 - (𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝔃𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓪𝓫𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱. 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓵𝓵)

(𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓳𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓶 "𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹, 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷. 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓻𝓲𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓲𝓶. 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭.

𝓓𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻. 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾)

[willwoodssolarpanel]

Solars mind is spiraling. *What an offer, but do I take it? I mean, I’ve been extremely loyal to Liminal through all this time, but Paper is an important asset. I still have orders from him I need to go through with…*

«I-I… I’m not sure I could, Paper. I’m…» Solar pauses in his words.

*Fuck, her expression.*

«Why me?»

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(𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓳𝓮𝓬𝓽 "𝓑𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓵𝓸𝔂𝓪𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓶. 𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮. 𝓘'𝓿𝓮 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮. 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓼. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪 𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓾𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝔀.

𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵. 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮, 𝓘 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓪𝓯𝓮. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼.)

(𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓪 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮)

("𝓘'𝓶 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓭𝓪𝔂. 𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓘 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓭 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓘 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓶 𝓲𝓯 𝓘 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼")

[willwoodssolarpanel]

«But I’m loyal for a reason,» He speaks aloud, voice tinged with frustration. «and it [Liminal] is keeping me safe. It keeps me alive.»

That tremor Solar has is worse than Paper remembers. Perhaps it’s anxiety, or the worsening curse.

His volume dramatically dives down. «I care for you, Paper, but I can’t let this happen.» The dew in his eyes might say otherwise. Solar now practically mouths his words. «I’m nothing without it. Utterly nothing.»

Solar feels inclined to move towards Paper, but his feet are set in stone.

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𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓘'𝓶 𝓪𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓭. 𝓘 𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓽 [𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵].

𝓘 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓰𝓮. 𝓐 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮, 𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓻𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓲𝓿𝓮.

(𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓻, 𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭, 𝓹𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓶)

𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻. 𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓻 (𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓮)

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“Nobody-” He quickly shuts up because of the harsh waver in his voice.

Solar scoffs in a cover-up attempt to sound dismissive, turning his head away, yet not moving his position. It takes him a moment to gather up and lock his emotions again.

«I can’t help you.» He responds stubbornly with a sigh. «I don’t want to. And if I did, I’d be in deep shit.»

Paper can feel Solar slip from her grip.

He wants to say something, anything else to reassure her… he thinks he wants. Does he want that? No. Solar doesn’t speak then.

Dead grass (dead grass? why is the grass dead?) rustles suddenly under Solar’s feet as he flinches harshly. It’s silent otherwise.

«Sorry.» He responds after a second. «Thought I saw something.» Solar bends down and picks up the arrowhead once again.

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(𝓟𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓻) 𝓢𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮- 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓲𝓶

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓮 (𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽. 𝓐𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓮, 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓶, 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓭𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻. 𝓦𝓱𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓫𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓷?? 𝓢𝓸 𝓼𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓭- 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴?? 𝓗𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓸 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 )

𝓐𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓿𝓮 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓶- 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓐𝓛𝓛 𝓘𝓥𝓔- (𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼.)

𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓽. (𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝓖𝓸𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓷. 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓮, 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓹𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓬. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮)

(𝓟𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓪𝓯 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓻. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓪 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮. 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭, 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭.)

𝓘𝓷𝓬𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭

𝓘'𝓶 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓲𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝔂 (𝓹𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓾𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓵𝔂 360 𝓷𝓸 𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓲𝓻. 𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓸𝓵 𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝔀)

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Solar is left speechless. But, right as she’s leaving, he yells «My fucking arrowhead!»

He throws the stale loaf onto the ground in a fit of rage. «That took me a good two hours to carve so perfectly, you know!» He yells at the setting sun behind the trees. «Bastard.»

Solar slowly returns to his preferred sector of the field, fisted fingers digging his nails into his palms.

*Why am I getting so worked up about this? It’s nothing. I can remake the arrowhead.*

He sighs, tension relieving slightly.

«I’m not coming back for you.» Solar growls under his breath, hoping she’s listening in Astro projection.

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(Answer if u want :3)

(𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮, 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓯𝓮𝔀. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓶 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓶. 𝓛𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓲𝓷 𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓼 𝓪𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭.

𝓓𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓲𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼?)

That nagging sense of being watched is too strong, so Solar rises from the grass. For his own safety, he picks up a stone chiseled into an arrowhead that he made recently. Solar wants to trust her, but doesn’t know if he can.

He can feel his heartbeat pounding like drums in his ears. Something’s wrong. This isn’t safe.

That’s what his head is telling him, at least, but there’s no good way to tell the truth unless he investigates.

There’s evidently nobody in the field, so Solar heads for the tree line. Shitty hallucinations in his vision keep making his head clock, each time gripping his arrowhead tighter. Solar is ready to fight.

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(𝓢𝓶𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓰 𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓲𝓻.

"𝓘 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴" 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓻 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓮𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓶𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭.

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭, 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻. 𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓾𝓼𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓸𝓷𝓮. )

(𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭, 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝔂𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵, 𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝔀𝓮𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 , 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓭 𝓮𝔂𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓻𝔂, 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓬𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓽𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓰𝓸 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓼. 𝓢𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴.

𝓐 𝓷𝓪𝓼𝓽𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓭, 𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱)

𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 (𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻, 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓹𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓪 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬)

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Solar grits his teeth at her presence, conflicted by panic and calmness. His wide eyes never leave her, even when the arrowhead falls from his fingers.

«You don’t look entirely calm yourself.» He says in a low mumble, taking steps back from her.

Solar has so many questions, few of which he’s willing to ask right now. This is tripping him out. He feels like he can see more things beyond the fog, but can’t tell if they’re real or not.

«What’s going on?»

Surprisingly, no spines are growing from his body.

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(𝓟𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻, 𝓹𝓾𝓽𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭, 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓭 𝓮𝔂𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓹 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭)

𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 (𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮) 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼. (𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼. 𝓢𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓼𝓽)

𝓘 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴. 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓻. 𝓦𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻. 𝓡𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓴.

𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮?

[willwoodssolarpanel]

Solar inhales a bit stiffly, genuinely feeling concerned. Friend, yes.

«Yes, of course.» He responds eloquently, eyes relaxing slightly on her single gaze. He looks down at her almost disheveled posture and paleness. «You seem unwell.»

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𝓘'𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓻. 𝓜𝔂 𝓫𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬. 𝓘𝓯 𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓵 𝓘'𝓭 𝓫𝓮 𝓪 𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓵 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓶 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝔀. (𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓪𝓹𝓮𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓶 𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬. 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓪𝓯𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓮𝓽)

(𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓵) 𝓢𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻, 𝓘 - (𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝔃𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓪𝓫𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱. 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓵𝓵)

(𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓳𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓶 "𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹, 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷. 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓻𝓲𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓲𝓶. 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭.

𝓓𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻. 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾)

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Solars mind is spiraling. *What an offer, but do I take it? I mean, I’ve been extremely loyal to Liminal through all this time, but Paper is an important asset. I still have orders from him I need to go through with…*

«I-I… I’m not sure I could, Paper. I’m…» Solar pauses in his words.

*Fuck, her expression.*

«Why me?»

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(𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓳𝓮𝓬𝓽 "𝓑𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓵𝓸𝔂𝓪𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓶. 𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮. 𝓘'𝓿𝓮 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮. 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓼. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪 𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓾𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝔀.

𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵. 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮, 𝓘 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓪𝓯𝓮. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼.)

(𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓪 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮)

("𝓘'𝓶 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓭𝓪𝔂. 𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓘 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓭 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓘 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓶 𝓲𝓯 𝓘 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼")

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«But I’m loyal for a reason,» He speaks aloud, voice tinged with frustration. «and it [Liminal] is keeping me safe. It keeps me alive.»

That tremor Solar has is worse than Paper remembers. Perhaps it’s anxiety, or the worsening curse.

His volume dramatically dives down. «I care for you, Paper, but I can’t let this happen.» The dew in his eyes might say otherwise. Solar now practically mouths his words. «I’m nothing without it. Utterly nothing.»

Solar feels inclined to move towards Paper, but his feet are set in stone.

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𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓘'𝓶 𝓪𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓭. 𝓘 𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓽 [𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵].

𝓘 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓰𝓮. 𝓐 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮, 𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓻𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓲𝓿𝓮.

(𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓻, 𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭, 𝓹𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓶)

𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻. 𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓻 (𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓮)

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“Nobody-” He quickly shuts up because of the harsh waver in his voice.

Solar scoffs in a cover-up attempt to sound dismissive, turning his head away, yet not moving his position. It takes him a moment to gather up and lock his emotions again.

«I can’t help you.» He responds stubbornly with a sigh. «I don’t want to. And if I did, I’d be in deep shit.»

Paper can feel Solar slip from her grip.

He wants to say something, anything else to reassure her… he thinks he wants. Does he want that? No. Solar doesn’t speak then.

Dead grass (dead grass? why is the grass dead?) rustles suddenly under Solar’s feet as he flinches harshly. It’s silent otherwise.

«Sorry.» He responds after a second. «Thought I saw something.» Solar bends down and picks up the arrowhead once again.

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(Answer if u want :3)

(𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮, 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓯𝓮𝔀. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓶 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓶. 𝓛𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓲𝓷 𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓼 𝓪𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭.

𝓓𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓲𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼?)

That nagging sense of being watched is too strong, so Solar rises from the grass. For his own safety, he picks up a stone chiseled into an arrowhead that he made recently. Solar wants to trust her, but doesn’t know if he can.

He can feel his heartbeat pounding like drums in his ears. Something’s wrong. This isn’t safe.

That’s what his head is telling him, at least, but there’s no good way to tell the truth unless he investigates.

There’s evidently nobody in the field, so Solar heads for the tree line. Shitty hallucinations in his vision keep making his head clock, each time gripping his arrowhead tighter. Solar is ready to fight.

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(𝓢𝓶𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓰 𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓲𝓻.

"𝓘 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴" 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓻 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓮𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓶𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭.

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭, 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻. 𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓾𝓼𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓸𝓷𝓮. )

(𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭, 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝔂𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵, 𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝔀𝓮𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 , 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓭 𝓮𝔂𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓻𝔂, 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓬𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓽𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓰𝓸 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓼. 𝓢𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴.

𝓐 𝓷𝓪𝓼𝓽𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓭, 𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱)

𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 (𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻, 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓹𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓪 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬)

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Solar grits his teeth at her presence, conflicted by panic and calmness. His wide eyes never leave her, even when the arrowhead falls from his fingers.

«You don’t look entirely calm yourself.» He says in a low mumble, taking steps back from her.

Solar has so many questions, few of which he’s willing to ask right now. This is tripping him out. He feels like he can see more things beyond the fog, but can’t tell if they’re real or not.

«What’s going on?»

Surprisingly, no spines are growing from his body.

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(𝓟𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻, 𝓹𝓾𝓽𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭, 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓭 𝓮𝔂𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓹 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭)

𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 (𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮) 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼. (𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼. 𝓢𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓼𝓽)

𝓘 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴. 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓻. 𝓦𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻. 𝓡𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓴.

𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮?

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Solar inhales a bit stiffly, genuinely feeling concerned. Friend, yes.

«Yes, of course.» He responds eloquently, eyes relaxing slightly on her single gaze. He looks down at her almost disheveled posture and paleness. «You seem unwell.»

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𝓘'𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓻. 𝓜𝔂 𝓫𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬. 𝓘𝓯 𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓵 𝓘'𝓭 𝓫𝓮 𝓪 𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓵 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓶 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝔀. (𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓪𝓹𝓮𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓶 𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬. 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓪𝓯𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓮𝓽)

(𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓵) 𝓢𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻, 𝓘 - (𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝔃𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓪𝓫𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱. 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓵𝓵)

(𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓳𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓶 "𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹, 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷. 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓻𝓲𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓲𝓶. 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭.

𝓓𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻. 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾)

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Solars mind is spiraling. *What an offer, but do I take it? I mean, I’ve been extremely loyal to Liminal through all this time, but Paper is an important asset. I still have orders from him I need to go through with…*

«I-I… I’m not sure I could, Paper. I’m…» Solar pauses in his words.

*Fuck, her expression.*

«Why me?»

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(𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓳𝓮𝓬𝓽 "𝓑𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓵𝓸𝔂𝓪𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓶. 𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮. 𝓘'𝓿𝓮 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮. 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓼. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪 𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓾𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝔀.

𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵. 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮, 𝓘 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓪𝓯𝓮. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼.)

(𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓪 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮)

("𝓘'𝓶 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓭𝓪𝔂. 𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓘 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓭 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓘 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓶 𝓲𝓯 𝓘 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼")

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«But I’m loyal for a reason,» He speaks aloud, voice tinged with frustration. «and it [Liminal] is keeping me safe. It keeps me alive.»

That tremor Solar has is worse than Paper remembers. Perhaps it’s anxiety, or the worsening curse.

His volume dramatically dives down. «I care for you, Paper, but I can’t let this happen.» The dew in his eyes might say otherwise. Solar now practically mouths his words. «I’m nothing without it. Utterly nothing.»

Solar feels inclined to move towards Paper, but his feet are set in stone.

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(Answer if u want :3)

(𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮, 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓯𝓮𝔀. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓶 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓶. 𝓛𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓲𝓷 𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓼 𝓪𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭.

𝓓𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓲𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼?)

That nagging sense of being watched is too strong, so Solar rises from the grass. For his own safety, he picks up a stone chiseled into an arrowhead that he made recently. Solar wants to trust her, but doesn’t know if he can.

He can feel his heartbeat pounding like drums in his ears. Something’s wrong. This isn’t safe.

That’s what his head is telling him, at least, but there’s no good way to tell the truth unless he investigates.

There’s evidently nobody in the field, so Solar heads for the tree line. Shitty hallucinations in his vision keep making his head clock, each time gripping his arrowhead tighter. Solar is ready to fight.

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(𝓢𝓶𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓰 𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓲𝓻.

"𝓘 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴" 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓻 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓮𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓶𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭.

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭, 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻. 𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓾𝓼𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓸𝓷𝓮. )

(𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭, 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝔂𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵, 𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝔀𝓮𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 , 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓭 𝓮𝔂𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓻𝔂, 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓬𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓽𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓰𝓸 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓼. 𝓢𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴.

𝓐 𝓷𝓪𝓼𝓽𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓭, 𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱)

𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 (𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻, 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓹𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓪 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬)

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Solar grits his teeth at her presence, conflicted by panic and calmness. His wide eyes never leave her, even when the arrowhead falls from his fingers.

«You don’t look entirely calm yourself.» He says in a low mumble, taking steps back from her.

Solar has so many questions, few of which he’s willing to ask right now. This is tripping him out. He feels like he can see more things beyond the fog, but can’t tell if they’re real or not.

«What’s going on?»

Surprisingly, no spines are growing from his body.

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(𝓟𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻, 𝓹𝓾𝓽𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭, 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓭 𝓮𝔂𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓹 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭)

𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 (𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮) 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼. (𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼. 𝓢𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓼𝓽)

𝓘 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴. 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓻. 𝓦𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻. 𝓡𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓴.

𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮?

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Solar inhales a bit stiffly, genuinely feeling concerned. Friend, yes.

«Yes, of course.» He responds eloquently, eyes relaxing slightly on her single gaze. He looks down at her almost disheveled posture and paleness. «You seem unwell.»

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𝓘'𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓻. 𝓜𝔂 𝓫𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬. 𝓘𝓯 𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓵 𝓘'𝓭 𝓫𝓮 𝓪 𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓵 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓶 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝔀. (𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓪𝓹𝓮𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓶 𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬. 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓪𝓯𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓮𝓽)

(𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓵) 𝓢𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻, 𝓘 - (𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝔃𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓪𝓫𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱. 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓵𝓵)

(𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓳𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓶 "𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹, 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷. 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓻𝓲𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓲𝓶. 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭.

𝓓𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻. 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾)

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Solars mind is spiraling. *What an offer, but do I take it? I mean, I’ve been extremely loyal to Liminal through all this time, but Paper is an important asset. I still have orders from him I need to go through with…*

«I-I… I’m not sure I could, Paper. I’m…» Solar pauses in his words.

*Fuck, her expression.*

«Why me?»

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(Answer if u want :3)

(𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮, 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓯𝓮𝔀. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓶 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓶. 𝓛𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓲𝓷 𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓼 𝓪𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭.

𝓓𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓲𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼?)

That nagging sense of being watched is too strong, so Solar rises from the grass. For his own safety, he picks up a stone chiseled into an arrowhead that he made recently. Solar wants to trust her, but doesn’t know if he can.

He can feel his heartbeat pounding like drums in his ears. Something’s wrong. This isn’t safe.

That’s what his head is telling him, at least, but there’s no good way to tell the truth unless he investigates.

There’s evidently nobody in the field, so Solar heads for the tree line. Shitty hallucinations in his vision keep making his head clock, each time gripping his arrowhead tighter. Solar is ready to fight.

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(𝓢𝓶𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓰 𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓲𝓻.

"𝓘 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴" 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓻 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓮𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓶𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭.

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭, 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻. 𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓾𝓼𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓸𝓷𝓮. )

(𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭, 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝔂𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵, 𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝔀𝓮𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 , 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓭 𝓮𝔂𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓻𝔂, 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓬𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓽𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓰𝓸 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓼. 𝓢𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴.

𝓐 𝓷𝓪𝓼𝓽𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓭, 𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱)

𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 (𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻, 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓹𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓪 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬)

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Solar grits his teeth at her presence, conflicted by panic and calmness. His wide eyes never leave her, even when the arrowhead falls from his fingers.

«You don’t look entirely calm yourself.» He says in a low mumble, taking steps back from her.

Solar has so many questions, few of which he’s willing to ask right now. This is tripping him out. He feels like he can see more things beyond the fog, but can’t tell if they’re real or not.

«What’s going on?»

Surprisingly, no spines are growing from his body.

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(𝓟𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻, 𝓹𝓾𝓽𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭, 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓭 𝓮𝔂𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓹 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭)

𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 (𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮) 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼. (𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼. 𝓢𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓼𝓽)

𝓘 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴. 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓻. 𝓦𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻. 𝓡𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓴.

𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮?

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Solar inhales a bit stiffly, genuinely feeling concerned. Friend, yes.

«Yes, of course.» He responds eloquently, eyes relaxing slightly on her single gaze. He looks down at her almost disheveled posture and paleness. «You seem unwell.»