Re: Sepulchral

by Drixar Yesterday at 3:06 pm

Drixar, doesn’t quite know what to do, and it shows on his face. Pieces fall together in his head from body language and words alone. But accusing Gull of something he has no proof of will only make the poor bard more panicked. Instead, Drix quietly takes gulls hand in his and places the found earring in his palm. “I think you dropped this earlier, by the way. Let’s get you sitting and I can help you put it back in.” He’s not quite lying, but not telling the full truth either and he’s doing his damn best to hide that fact.

by Gull Yesterday at 3:54 pm

There are two Gulls.

The first is a Holdfaster and it tells him to fall into Ceridwynn's embrace, to take Drixar's hand, to sit with them and tell them everything and trust their hearts will ache for him and they'll be moved to help.

The second is a hunted bird, a creature that knows open arms and outstretched hands can snap shut and ensnare in an instant. Fly! it shrieks, Take the skull and fly! When they know, those soft faces will harden with disgust and hatred. He can't bear it. The weight of those looks would snap each hollow rib and crush everything within him.

Gull realizes that Drixar has pressed something into his palm. He blinks, squints.

His earring.

They already know.

Oh gods, they know.

He flinches back and lets the earring fall, wincing as though it had burned him. Gull wraps both arms around his belly and drops to his knees and sobs.

“I’m sorry,” he keens, choking on his words. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Don't hate me, please, please don't hate me!”

by Ceridwynn Fildais Yesterday at 4:31 pm

"Wooooooah woahwoahwoah woah. What? You're good! We're good!" Ceridwynn tries to keep the internal panic just that as Gull drops.
They plop down on the ground with him "This isn't even the most unhinged thing I've seen in Holdfast during a war, I ain't-" They look up at Drix "-We ain't going anywhere. We're right here by your side an your sorry ass is stuck with us"

by Drixar Yesterday at 4:59 pm

For a moment, Drix Is frozen in his own panic. It isn’t until Ceridwynn looks up at him that he returns to the present moment. Quickly he kneels on the other side of gull and takes his hand again gently in his. “It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize. No ones mad and no one hates you.” He begins to take calm, deep breaths. On the inhale he gently squeezes his friends hand, on the exhale he releases, hoping the repetitive actions will trick gulls body into copying.

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