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erivorte :

“Well that’s not the nicest thing you’ve ever said to a hallucination, either.” The child returns, scrunching up his nose at Gus. 

“I’ll be nice when it actually matters to me. You’re not even real. Thanks for nothing, asshole.”

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erivorte :

“Who said anything about having a plan?”

He snorts, shaking his head. This child seems amused. “Life is the plan- Finding purpose is a purpose…” But that isn’t what Gus needs to hear. “Maybe you know your purpose, and you’re running from it.”

“You’re the most pretentious hallucination I’ve ever had.”

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erivorte :

The boy wraps his arms around his knees, wobbling on the headstone at Gus’ words. He lets him say his piece, quiet. Then, with the outburst finished, he stares a while longer. 

”People figure out why they’re here on their own; sometimes it hits them in the face as a young adult, and sometimes it’s a quiet realization in a lonely death bed.” The boy’s eyes are not sad. “Sometimes children are told their purpose their whole lives, and then realize everyone was wrong.”

“I don’t want to know it when I’m about to die. How are you supposed to plan anything in your fucking life if you don’t know what you’re supposed to be doing with it?”

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erivorte :

”Only a little. It kind of slows down- like, like they’re permanently cold when–” The boy seems to notice his train of thought and stops talking about rotting corpses. 

”Do you really wonder why you’re here?”

“No, I adore frolicking through the country side with some bard I just met, avoiding clerics and the general population, continuing to live out of spite without a home. It’s the best damn thing. What type of stupid fucking question is that?” Gus scowls at the boy, drained from the outburst.

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erivorte :

The boy laughs, a child’s laugh, and he swings his lantern  as he sets it down by the headstone he occupies. “No- that’s priests. Priests pray all the time. Sometimes Clerics- but they do other stuff too.” He grins at Gus’s hesitance when asked about corpses. “But you didn’t say no~”

The child bites his tongue. “And it’s what the bodies do after that matters, anyway. Not when they get dug up.”

“Priests are fucking insane. That’s a lot of shit for one person to hear all day. That Gods hear any prayers is a fucking miracle. Clerics can go fuck themselves.” He rolls his eyes  at the kid’s words. “It could be true. Life’s full of disappointments- this could be one of them. Do the bodies even control what they do after? Does it do any good for them? They’re still fucking decomposing..”

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erivorte :

A little boy in an Acolyte’s clothes stares at the drunk sitting on top of a grave and smiles, dark eyes sparkling in his lantern light. “Are we here to pray? Or write songs? Ooh! Are we here to steal corpses?”

“..You were not there before.” Gus stares at the kid for a minute before shrugging and continuing to drink from the bottle in his hand. “My entire fucking life can’t be just praying. I’m not a damn bard. I-.. That’s a shitty reason to exist in general.”

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If even death can be fucking voided, if only for a little while...do you ever wonder why we’re here?

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foolsperdition :

I know what it’s for, Gus, I just don’t wanna fucking talk about it, alright?

Sorry I ever fucking asked. I’ll make sure to ignore your weird music in the future, asshole.

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foolsperdition :

…Telling an important tale…maybe a warning..

Do you normally not know the fucking specifics?

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foolsperdition :

It’s important.

What is it for?

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foolsperdition :

Sometimes…but this one is…unique..

Why?

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foolsperdition :

It’s almost done I just need to figure this little bit out.

Is it usually this hard to write a song?

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foolsperdition :

It’s…going.

So not getting anywhere then.

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foolsperdition :

I’m happy to not have to see that.

Let’s hope you never fucking have to. How’s your writing thing going?

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foolsperdition :

You’re welcome…I’m actually surprised that worked…Unseen servants can’t go beyond 30 feet of their caster so..

So I probably just lost it. I’m just happy not to have to play zombie masher.

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foolsperdition :

[The person doesn’t respond, but with a wave of Burnie’s hand it disappears.]

Thank you.. For that. 

[He returns to the body, aligning it back onto his lap so he can sew back on the hand]

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foolsperdition :

Yeah I see enough of it with you.

[He shrugs, just as a hand is dropped on the floor beside Gus.]

I see enough of it with me. 

[He bends over to pick up the hand, thanking the shimmering person hesitantly.]