#lantern light spring day / won't you forgive a lost soul / for his bleeding heart

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recrow-perate { Mitama & Henry

Reply to Mitama's post:

Henry did not seem to think anything was that bad, never letting anything affect the smile that always sat permanently in place. Mitama's contrasting frown persisted. Was he correct? Perhaps. But now it was becoming a matter of principle. "Well it might certainly have been better." Mitama insisted. She held out her hand for him to see. A matching set of cuts on her skin, an indication of the bird's displeasure. "I had helped raised some birds in my deeprealm as a child. I did not expect such a difference in temperament." She pouted. "It stings."

[Henry, Bloodthirsty and Heart Hungry]

"Oooh. Okay, yeah. I can see why that would smite, nyaha! But Crowmathan means well, ya know?" He hardly recognized the cold hands that gently cupped the girl's own. (A trick of the light, a moment of weakness. Whatever and a half, he supposed.) "What are the deep realms? If ya made friends with the birds there, it should translate here just as well."

His smile still persisted, as he hmmm'd and haaa'd at the scarlet cuts that ran over her skin.

"Well how's this for silver lining? Maybe it's a sign that I test out my healing chops!"

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[Henry, Bloodthirsty and Heart Hungry]

"Oh please. Who's worrying?" There were beads of sweat running down his brow. Tight breaths, tighter smile. He took her small frame, arm under shoulder blade, as they paced themselves away from enemy lines. A few stray bolts skimmed right over his ear, singeing his skin. "You said it yourself. Nya ha ha!" He was having trouble keeping his breaths even, despite her reassurance.

When was the last time it felt this wrong to die?

"Just make sure you don't go into the light, ya hear!? We're almost there, kiddo." His words slurred as they tumbled and skipped over his teeth, onto the floor. He's not panicking. He doesn't know how to panic. This feeling was-- he violently whirled around, with poisonous purple aura escaping his sigil and shuttering through the air. It wasn't panic.

It just wasn't.

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