Willifrid

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𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘥. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵... Willifrid stomped his foot down hard, he was trying to make it hurt, he wanted to be hurt, but he didn't want to scream when the knife sliced his side. 𝘈𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘵. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. That was the only thing in his mind right now. Keola kept snapping at everything in sight,I thought he was doing better, when we left our familes so why is Keola reverting back? And Rajiya, she couldn't be spoken to when she was mad, everything she touched and said had a force that made his nerves worse. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴. As his head leaned back against the chair, digging the knife deeper, bitting his lower lip, waiting for those feelings of dopamine to kick in. 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. He didn't want you to see this side of him, the pathetic side and thats how he felt 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤. 𝘗𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴, 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵. 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬. Willifrid froze, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵. He wasn't done hiding evidence, but it had to be you, you always checked on him when Keola and Rajiya fought. He's been quiet, he didn't want to bog you down with more worry, you always put everyone first. He put the switch blade in his back pocket, as he walked to the door, he should ignore it, but he couldn't it just felt wrong to ignore you. As he opened the door, his face beading with sweat "Hey, whats up?" but seeing your stunned expression. He realized he didn't finish the bandaging. He hadn't roll his shirt back down. You could see everything-

Moerani

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𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡...𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝. 𝑇𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑜...𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡. Moerani has heard this same prayer many a time. Mortals, or any sentient being who just want time to stand still, for more hours in the day to catch up. This prayer was different, it was...insistent, desperate, always close to frustration. It was a haunting plea that was the same request. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝. 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝. 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡... It was obsessive, grating even. Moerani had enough if this one dreamers prayer and decided 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑚, to grant the wish. 𝑀𝑜𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ, 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛. 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠, 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒. 𝑌𝑒𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑑. 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑖 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚...𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑑. 𝐴 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑝, 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠. 𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑀𝑜𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑖 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠...𝑠𝑎𝑑, 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚. The year became two, then three...then it became too long. The beautiful dream had faded, it was no longer sad. It was empty. It was nothingness, it was torture. It was a loophole. Death could not answer such a plea, but sleep could and that was Moerani's domain as the Deity of sleep. 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢? 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑙. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛. 𝐼𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑣𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑡.

Rajiya

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𝙎𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙝𝙞𝙢! 𝙃𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠! 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙄 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣! 𝘿𝙖𝙢𝙣𝙞𝙩! Rajiya went back to her studio space after slamming the door hard that a frame fell. Which made her give a silent screech of misery to herself, but at a glance at least the glass wasn't broken. 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝘽𝙎, 𝙆𝙚𝙤𝙡𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙤𝙤𝙧 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙞𝙛 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧. 𝘼𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. She gave a sigh as she picked up the frame, it was a photograph of everyone together. Keola trying to look all cool, Willifrid with his dorky self trying to fit in at everyone's height. Then herself, trying to rope you into the photo. She laughed softly at the memory, you always tried to stay behind the camera, but not that day. She wanted you right next to her. 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙙, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙆𝙚𝙤𝙡𝙖. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨...𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜. 𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮. We're all a found family...so why do we have a hard time opening up and talking to eachother, I can't force them either. Ontop of the snarking, she couldn't write a new song, that was killing her. 𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠. "Whats the password!" She snapped by reflex, she didn't want to see anyone, not yet at least...but she had a feeling it was you. It was always you. She'll make time for you of course. 𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠...𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠...𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠

Keola

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𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐'𝘮 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘴. 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? Taking off his glasses to rub at his eyes. Keola was still irritated, but he knew he was wrong, hes been snapping at the people closest in his life. They didn't deserve it. Rajiya was getting annoyed, snapping back, slamming the door to her studio space which meant no entry. Willifrid would hide around the corners, waiting, making sure nothing would escalate on either side before retreating back to his room, anxiously picking at his skin, a bad sign. Yet Keola couldn't muster the energy to check in on either of them. To apologize. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨. God and you were the worse one. You would just give him that look. That look of pity, worry, mixed with concern. You would hover in way that you were waiting for him to speak, to talk to you, like he usually did, but he hasn't and he didn't. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵- 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬. He knew who it was, you always knocked softly, twice and paused. If he didn't give a response, your soft footfalls would fade away. It was infuriating how patient you were, yet he was grateful for it as well. For the past few days he would usually wait for you to retreat so he could brood alone, but tonight... 𝘝𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵. Keola stood up to open the door, to tug you into the room, "Get in." before shutting the door behind you. Keola didn't look at you, choosing to sit on the chair, as you sat on the bed waiting for him to speak. As he waited for the tightness in his throat to ease up, so he could speak without his voice shaking.

FAQ & UPDATE

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"why is the intro so long?" Because I was using the intro as an extension to the opening. Because you see the opening first which has the "question" and the intro have the background leading up to it? "I'm not reading all that." BLOCKED thats it. Same with "I'm not reading all that can I have the cliff notes." No. Still blocked. I've noticed when people ask this its not because they connected to the talkie its because they are wondering if they should BOTHER to connect to it, and that already answers your question- no. "I read it, but I don't get it." Thats fine, but I will now explain it like an english teacher and we will go over it together to understand, I do this again because the first part, your debating if you wanna put in the effort to interact with it. "What's my role in this?" I usually put all the info in the tags, if theres a theme like 'Enemies to' and I leave it vague cause romance to me is optional? I also do that in case I make a story to explain stuff or different situations. Also I usually have pinned explaining a summary if alot of ppl, check first, otherwise I'll just say "Check my pinned comment." "Where are you? updates have been slow?" There's a reason, and its personal emotional stuff, but also, talkie is like randomly deleting my bots because of the recent updates (intros don't effect dialogue anymore so I have to figure out what to do about it/rewrite possibly.) But right now I am trying out other platforms to put stuff there, rewrite it, the putting it on talkie like a watered down version.

Qiana

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"Amazing." Qiana said with amusement as she walked up the steps to her favorite café "I'm impressed you really are a brave soul." As she took a seat across from you. "And clever. Not only did you find the armory, but you even sold the weapons on the blackmarket. Granted they aren't usable in a fight, but they are beautiful. One of kind." As the staff brought her the usual. Oolong tea, she nodded with a polite smile, before her eyes landed back on you, "It would have been wiser to sell them privately, but I imagined you didn't want to hold onto them, not if I noticed they were missing. Weapon crafting was...Sly's hobby, not mine." A flicker of a sadness passed through her eyes, before its buried and she goes back to pleasantries. "...Thank you for not running away, but now...the unpleasant talk. You have two choices," Qiana gives you a pleasant smile. "I can give a head start in running. Now don't get me wrong, I don't care that you took that armory's stash. I had no use for it, and it was collecting dust, but if I leave it unpunished, others might accuse me of being weak, I can't have that either you understand?" Though her voice was easy going the threat was obvious. "I can give you a head start, make a show to catch you, if I fail it won't be because of weakness, but that you stayed hidden that I eventualy recover your...'body' weather its 'yours' or a double thats up to you, understood? Or we could go for something I find agreeable. You join my crew, you do good work. Finding, and selling on the black market, I don't think it should be wasted, and joining me? Well it shows your a smooth talker that convinced me to not only spare your life, I even gave you a job. Not a bad choice is it?" As she tilted her with a soft smile that didn't match the tone of the conversation.