#mac and cheese and heroism

[mystycalypso]

Back at it again with MORE Laserblast from the swap au <3

Once again, episode titles and any needed explanations given

"Let's not be Skeletons"

Same as last time, really only there for the same speech Carol gives about local representatives and congressmen post K.O's dream. (I don't even like this episode I just think it has some cute shots)

"Action News"

Like Carol, just a background character minus him and K.O. celebrating being/helping on the news in the beginning and ending of the episode. I just like drawing him in his loungewear.

"The Perfect Meal"

Basically the same, including same favorite dish for simplicity's sake, however, instead of spaghetti being his sort of 'signature' dish in the show, it's macaroni, because of a joke I made on reddit and with Kaydin about his abilities to make a "fancy yet plain" Mac and cheese with hotdogs in it.

K.O.'s ending meal has the joke of 'too many olives?' Rather than honey to match with Laser's sweet tooth.

"My fair Carol"

(Look guys, finally an onscreen voxman kiss /j)

Alternatively titled, "My fair Laser" (again, no real first name, ever) and additionally Laser still seems to hold a fondness for his hero days, unlike Carol.

Slightly adjusted joke about K.O.'s sandwiches again having too many olives, one landing in each of the drinks like cocktail garnishes during the worm attack, which Boxy is flattered by.

"Your World is an Illusion"

Basically identical to the original episode including the soft theme show singing at the end.

"CarolQuest"

Alternative title, "DadQuest"

To match better with his personality, the attempts to lie about what the mission are about is adjusted so other people see K.O. and have the instinct to lie about the true process to keep Laser from definitely oversharing with his 6-11 year old, allowing him to finally explain at the end in the same bedtime story manner. (Girdy's slow to realize joke can still work just fine, simply adjusting who calls it a scavenger hunt from Laser to Ms. Mummy)

Other undercover POINT members still refer to him as Laserblast in full.

"Whacky Jaxxyz"

I just wanted to draw the one scene where K.O. goes home just fast enough to ask for this toy before returning to school.

"Sidekick Scouts"

He seems more hopeful that K.O. would stick with solo heroism or one of the other hero paths rather than sidekick scouts, but tries to be supportive despite his obvious less favoring of them. Rejoiceful when he does decide being a sidekick isn't for him in the end, distracting him almost long enough for K.O.'s attempt to burn his Chip Damage stuff.

"K.O., Rad, and Enid"

Seen briefly in his Laserblast outfit when POINT is mentioned by Dynamite Watkins and again on a date with Boxy. When Box-Gar asks if the issue is one they need to help with, he jokes that "He's got it. Almost every hero needs a costume conundrum or two to sort out once they become big after all." Before taking a bite of sandwich and adding. "I assume, lack of experience 'n all"

[foreststarflaime]

Can I have 13-15 for AGSZC?

Coming right up! Ty!!

13. Dumbest thing they’ve ever done

Angeal: took care of a fake plastic plant like it was a real one for several days before he noticed. This may or may not have been the result of a prank which he retaliated against in kind with extreme prejudice

Genesis: someone went through all his hardcovers and flipped their covers. He was really out of it one night and picked up one of his hardcover copies of Loveless. It took him much longer than it should have to realize that he was holding it upside down because the cover had been switched around and reading not off the page but from his own memory

Sephiroth: not letting his friends in on what he was dealing with with shinra hthrhrhh probably when Angeal forgot to give him a fork so he assumed the food he had been given (mac n cheese) was just supposed to be eaten with your hands. Genesis has a picture of the result framed in his apartment

Zack: repeatedly runs into poles/doorframes/etc quite often. He gets distracted talking to people or just by his own thoughts and completely forgets to watch where he’s going. Another contender: really liked being turned into a frog by various touch mes back in Gongaga, had to be rescued from this many times by his poor harried parents. Have you ever seen a frog do squats? Sotetsu has. Frequently

Cloud: Sephiroth passed by him in the hallways once. What ensued due to his nerves from that resembled some looney tunes or tom and jerry cartoon in its slapstick physical comedy. He tripped over himself in ways that should not be possible for the human body to achieve. He fell up the stairs

14. Most heroic moment

Angeal: we have not seen it play out in its entirety yet, but—there’s something to the simple gesture of just reaching out to your comrade, a scared, abused kid, and making sure he’s alright. Being there for him even when he pushes you away

Genesis: he was genuinely a hero. He may not have been fighting on the right side, he may have been somewhat selfish in pursuit of glory, but he took care of the people around him. Countless times he pushed himself to the brink of (and even over) mana exhaustion healing his fellow SOLDIERs, and troopers as well, himself. He saved a lot of lives that way, and many loved him for it, and were loyal to him for it—their Shinra-appointed commanders never took such care of them. Unfortunately, their loyalty did not pay off how anyone wished it would.

Sephiroth: I’m sorry I just still cannot get over how devastated he was by that random trooper’s death when they fell off the bridge in Nibelheim. He spent actual hours looking for him. The heights of true heroism right before the fall. I’m going to explode

Zack: dragging Cloud across the entire globe for an entire year straight while he was comatose and Zack himself was definitely not anywhere close to okay. And then making sure Cloud survived even when it seemed beyond hopeless—he could have left him and run and lived but he didn’t

Cloud: I so love that he just saw a sick kid and immediately made sure he’d have food and shelter and kindness and help, even when he himself was hurting too. Denzel <3

15. Worst thing they’ve ever done

Angeal: he did fight in the Wutai War, yknow. He probably killed a lot of people that didn’t deserve it, were just defending their homes. It’s that or making Zack kill him, or not reaching out to Seph when he saw he was struggling.

Genesis: killing his parents and whole village is pretty bad. It’s either that or—depending on how you split the blame between him and Hollander’s influence/lies/manipulation, turning his loyal SOLDIERs who stuck by his side into copies, making their lives a living hell. It might have been kinder to kill them.

Sephiroth: I mean. I think this one is fairly obvious 🔥🏠🏔️🗡️

Zack: again, a lot of the effects of just working for Shinra as a SOLDIER. You have to do some pretty bad stuff fighting for them. I could say stealing when he was on the run with Cloud but he had good reason for that and I don’t think it even comes close really

Cloud: leaving his friends when he wants to curl in on himself and shoulder all the burdens of his life on himself, making them worry and pushing them away when they would have been happy—and probably had more peace of mind—to help him

[warrioreowynofrohan]

Rilla of Ingleside Book Club – Chapters 5-8

Catching up!

I’m conflicted and troubled by chapters 5-6, which may be why I found it hard to post about them. The emphasis of the book is clearly on “home-front heroism” of the women who bravely send the men off to fight and then buckle down to doing what they can to help, as with Rilla’s Junior Red Cross. But there’s a terrible irony in the fact that the adoption of this value of heroic selflessness was probably one of the things that allowed this dreadful war to go on as long as it did. The determination to grimly bear it and not repine was what allowed people to look at the slaughter of trench warfare and the deats of thousands for a few feet of barren land without going “what the FUCK are we all doing?”

Rilla’s war-baby is a much more straightforwardly heroic act, and she’s maturing incredibly quickly. In her position I’d have started hyperventilating and crying at Gilbert’s ultimatum. I have zero idea how to take care of this tiny vulnerable person, and you’re telling me that if I don’t do it he’ll probably die, and if I do it wrong he’ll also die, and his survival is based on me correctly doing something I have no idea how to do? Hell, I fall apart at the prospect of failing at things way less important than that, and I’m over twice Rilla’s age!

Rilla getting the hang of it in a couple days felt unrealistic to me (as did 12-year-old Jane in Jane of Lantern Hill instinctively being a great cook in an era before electric stoves. It would be ridiculously unrealistic even with them. A skilled 12-year-old can make cookies or mac-and-cheese independently, not a multi-course dinner!). But there’s a world of difference between her in Chapter 4 and her in Chapter 8 – she misses Ken Ford’s farewell visit because she’s making clothes for the baby, and while she’s unhappy about it (and about his flippant message), it’s a smaller item in her life, contrasting with her dramatic reaction to every interaction with him in chapter 4.

[rainbowxocs]

(REFERENCE COMING SOON)

TW: Child Abuse, Grooming, Stuff of that nature.

Name: Jonah Louis Francois.

Alt Names: Moon, Mouse.

Special Titles: Forsaken God, Death, The Grim Reaper, Puppet, God Killer, Narrator.

Old Titles: Roi De France, Dauphin de France, General, God of Knowledge, God of Mourning, God of the Moon, God of Healing, False God, Mad King.

Username: @jonahfrancois

Nicknames: Your Majesty, Your Highness, My Prince, Chiot, Baby Girl, La Lune, Moonie, Old Man, Hero, Mr Nice Guy, Dog Boy, My Muse, Watson, Hound of Baskerville.

Chronological Age: 4.5 Billion.

Vessel Age: 605.

Age: 45.

Pronouns: Any Pronouns.

Sexuality: Demisexual, Gay.

Gender: Transfeminine, Nonbinary, Genderqueer.

Base Species: Starling.

Current Species: Litch, Reaper, “Werewolf.”

Disorders: Insomnia, CPTSD, Morality OCD, Autism, Schizophrenia, NPD, ASPD, Bulimia.

Physical Disabilities: Blind in Left Eye,Dyslexia, Chronic Pain, Cursed, Immunocompromised.

Curse Info: He got cursed after trying to deceive the gods. The curse has two parts to it, Jonah is able to feel everyone‘s pain and emotions within a 50 mile radius of him, Jonah is able to take a persons pain/injury and transfer it to himself. Jonah also has a sort of Hanahaki-esque part to his curse, where Roses and Thorny Branches will sometimes consume him or cause him to throw up the flowers. Usually this part of the curse activates if Jonah hurts someone. His hands and arms can also blacken if he uses excessive power.

Recovering Addictions: Nicotine (Cigarettes), Alcohol, Cocaine.

Religion: None.

Job: Professional Antihero, Hospital Administrator, Cafe Owner, Painter.

Degrees: Mathematics, Physics, Paramedic Science, NPLQ, Health Administration.

Lives in: NYC, New York, 2307.

Languages: Voynich,French, English, ASL, LSF, Spanish, Chinese, Hindi, Japanese, Arabic, German, Danish, Italian, Russian, Dutch.

Height: 6’8”

Ethnicity: French.

Accent: French.

Monster Form: Black Shadowy Werewolf-Like Creature with glowing white eyes. Slightly staticy.

Animal Form: Giant Powder Blue Isopod, or Black Wolf.

Other Form: Blue Goop.

Spirit Form: Blue Firey Figure with Glowing White Eyes.

Spirit Level: Acceptance.

Powers: Healing, Thorn Vines, Siren, Illusion Magic, Reality Bending, Shapeshifting, Snow Magic, Fire Magic, Plant Magic, Hypnosis, Water Magic, Causing Eclipses, Strings, Necromancy, Ocean Magic, Mind Walking, Dream Walking, Static.

Weapons: Sword, Knife, Scissors.

Alignment: Lawful Neutral.

Text Color: Blue.

Main Animal: Dogs, Otters, Mice.

Main Hobbies: Piano, Painting, Sewing, Crochet, Knitting, Antiquing, Reading, Video Games.

Favorite Drinks: Peppermint Tea, Hot Chocolate,

Favorite Snacks: Almonds, Cheese, Tortilla Chips, Triskets, Pomegranates.

Favorite Meals: Peanut Butter and Pickle Sandwiches, Mac and Cheese, Tacos, Ratatouille, Garbure, Mushroom and Olive Pizza, Maki Rolls, Sashimi, Toast.

Favorite Dessert: Blueberry Muffins, Chocolate Chip Cookies, Swirl Icecream, Cheesecake.

Favorite Flower: Daffodils, Lilies, Daisies.

Scent: Fancy Vanilla Cologne.

Handedness: Right Handed.

Blood Color: Gold/Silver, Sometimes Red.

Awareness: Very Aware. (Effect: Negative.)

Birthday: December 1st 1701. (Sagittarius.)

Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Facts: Jane Austen is one of his favorite authors, He is fork lift certified.

Special Interests: History, Heroism, Physics, Project Sekai and Vocaloid, Idols, Animals.

Stims: Very subtle stims. Fidgeting with pens, playing with his hair, etc. he also uses a moon stress ball.

Stimboard: COMING SOON.

Moodboard: COMING SOON.

Fashion Board: COMING SOON.

Comfort Objects: Teddy (Old Teddy Bear.)

Family:

Alden Francois, Madeline Francois. (Parents.)

Charles, Pierre, Raphael, Angelo. (Brothers.)

Evelyn Williams (Adoptive Grandmother)

Lila Francois (Adoptive Daughter) (Deceased)

Evan Sirius (Adoptive Son) (Deceased)

Kaela Sirius (Adoptive Daughter)

Aculia, Louis. (Adoptive Children)

Friends: Samantha, Claire, Malik, Alex.

Puppetmaster: Aditya.

Romance: James DuPont, Aditya Ravi. (Spouses.), Kriston Bell (Boyfriend.)

Enemies: James DuPont (Mortal Enemy)

Pets: Jasper (Service Dog) (Golden Retriver), Pepper (Grey,Tan, and White Cat with Cerebellar Hypoplasia), Aquarium with Various Fish.

Reincarnations: Achilles, Other Unknown Reincarnations.

Brief Personality: Not many people know the real Jonah. He has carefully crafted his personality over the past few hundred years in order to be the epitome of perfection. Kind, Generous, Empathetic. He wants nothing more than to help people, to be good. However underneath the mask, Jonah is incredibly lonely. He often feels like there is a glass wall between him and other people. The “real” Jonah, doesn’t react correctly, doesn’t have the proper emotions or thoughts. So he buries that within himself. Though, some have noticed his mask is slipping.

Brief Backstory:

Jonah was born as a french prince, the youngest out of four other brothers. He was much younger than the rest of his brothers, them being young men when he was born. This concerned Jonah's mother deeply as her other sons had playmates and other children to grow up with and Jonah would be all alone. She looked down at her son in his crib until she had an epiphany.

She took several ladies in waiting down to the local town's orphanage with her and she picked out a boy around her son's age. One of the women named him James. Queen Madeline decided that this will be her sons new playmate and took him back to the castle with her.

Jonah and James became inseparable. They shared the same bed, they would play together, eat together, basically do everything together. The queen's gambit actually worked spectacularly. They were best friends. Though she did regret it sometimes when Jonah would have the mother of all tantrums when James wasn't included in every single activity they were doing. But, it made Jonah happy and that's all that mattered to her.

One day, when Jonah was around 5 or 6, Jonah's father kissed his mother while saying goodbye. Jonah asked her about it as he was curious. She explained that is what married people do. Jonah, again confused asked what marriage was. His mother said that marriage is an inseparable bond, someone you are with forever. She also explained weddings and other boring stuff like that.

Jonah nodded, and went off to "go play". and by go play, he means go be a little rascal. Jonah snuck into his parents bedroom and climbed up on a chair. He began to rummage through his mothers jewelry box. The little thief found a beautiful ring and stuffed it in his pockets before making a quick getaway.

Jonah ran his little legs over to James, finding him in the library where he normally was and he knelt down and proposed to James. James, of course said yes and the two of them ran through the castle and to Jonah's mother. Jonah explained that he needed a wedding URGENTLY. it was VERY important.

Thankfully, his mother found this amusing despite the time period and decided to indulge them. She set up a crowd of their collective stuffed animals, and officiated a little "wedding" for the two of them. She even took one of her old necklace chains and fashioned the ring into a necklace, since James hands were far too small to wear the ring normally.

She figured, that they had no idea what the hell this meant so might as well let them have fun.

The rest of their childhood went without much incident, the two of them just learning and playing with one another. Until the two boys turned into tweens about 11 or 12. They were starting to get a little rebellious as tweens often do. One day during a boring royal event, the two of them snuck out of the castle and onto the grounds.

They ran up to a nearby pond that was on the property and they both decided to go swimming. They jump into the water. Jonah is a natural born swimmer, however.. James.. was not.. while Jonah and him were having fun, Jonah got distracted by some guards coming and trying to find him and James. He swam deeper into the water to hide, and when he came back up. He realized.. James was ?̴̡̖̦̼̜̺̰̈́̀̿̀́́͂̋͝͝?̴̛͔͕͙͉͓̙̞͖̱̉͌̊͐̚͜?̴̧̰̭͉̺͙͉̰̯̦̊̇̄̑̄̏̑̄̏͆͑͝?̷̛͈̦͖̲̫̬̔͌̽̇͑̎͐͗͜͠͠͠?̷̼̼͓̖̬̐̓̇?̴̨̧̣̼̘̝͈̰͉̞̅̐̇͌͠?̶͖̬̖̟̱̰͖̹̺̍̿̈́̆͋̃̍?̴̡̛͙̫̬̹͍̳̮̮͍̲̱̔͂͊͆̅̄̾̿̕͜͜͠?̴̛̱̥̖̰̫̖̝̥̝̈́̑̈́͂́̍̔̌̆̔͐͘̚?̴̧̘͍̙͈̯̝̻̝͙̟̹͚̺̂̐̀͗̇̄͝?̵̧̪͔̼̜̤̹͐?̷̯͍̰̪̣̘͈̘̥̐̉̿̾̽̓̂̐̊̐̂̊͑̅̅ͅ

He dived under the water, and.. found.. ?̴̡̖̦̼̜̺̰̈́̀̿̀́́͂̋͝͝?̴̛͔͕͙͉͓̙̞͖̱̉͌̊͐̚͜?̴̧̰̭͉̺͙͉̰̯̦̊̇̄̑̄̏̑̄̏͆͑͝?̷̛͈̦͖̲̫̬̔͌̽̇͑̎͐͗͜͠͠͠?̷̼̼͓̖̬̐̓̇?̴̨̧̣̼̘̝͈̰͉̞̅̐̇͌͠?̶͖̬̖̟̱̰͖̹̺̍̿̈́̆͋̃̍?̴̡̛͙̫̬̹͍̳̮̮͍̲̱̔͂͊͆̅̄̾̿̕͜͜͠?̴̛̱̥̖̰̫̖̝̥̝̈́̑̈́͂́̍̔̌̆̔͐͘̚?̴̧̘͍̙͈̯̝̻̝͙̟̹͚̺̂̐̀͗̇̄͝?̵̧̪͔̼̜̤̹͐?̷̯͍̰̪̣̘͈̘̥̐̉̿̾̽̓̂̐̊̐̂̊͑̅̅ͅ.. James had ?̴̡̖̦̼̜̺̰̈́̀̿̀́́͂̋͝͝?̴̛͔͕͙͉͓̙̞͖̱̉͌̊͐̚͜?̴̧̰̭͉̺͙͉̰̯̦̊̇̄̑̄̏̑̄̏͆͑͝?̷̛͈̦͖̲̫̬̔͌̽̇͑̎͐͗͜͠͠͠?̷̼̼͓̖̬̐̓̇?̴̨̧̣̼̘̝͈̰͉̞̅̐̇͌͠?̶͖̬̖̟̱̰͖̹̺̍̿̈́̆͋̃̍?̴̡̛͙̫̬̹͍̳̮̮͍̲̱̔͂͊͆̅̄̾̿̕͜͜͠?̴̛̱̥̖̰̫̖̝̥̝̈́̑̈́͂́̍̔̌̆̔͐͘̚?̴̧̘͍̙͈̯̝̻̝͙̟̹͚̺̂̐̀͗̇̄͝?̵̧̪͔̼̜̤̹͐?̷̯͍̰̪̣̘͈̘̥̐̉̿̾̽̓̂̐̊̐̂̊͑̅̅ͅ.. Jonah pulls his friend up onto the shore and attempted to?̴̡̖̦̼̜̺̰̈́̀̿̀́́͂̋͝͝?̴̛͔͕͙͉͓̙̞͖̱̉͌̊͐̚͜?̴̧̰̭͉̺͙͉̰̯̦̊̇̄̑̄̏̑̄̏͆͑͝?̷̛͈̦͖̲̫̬̔͌̽̇͑̎͐͗͜͠͠͠?̷̼̼͓̖̬̐̓̇?̴̨̧̣̼̘̝͈̰͉̞̅̐̇͌͠?̶͖̬̖̟̱̰͖̹̺̍̿̈́̆͋̃̍?̴̡̛͙̫̬̹͍̳̮̮͍̲̱̔͂͊͆̅̄̾̿̕͜͜͠?̴̛̱̥̖̰̫̖̝̥̝̈́̑̈́͂́̍̔̌̆̔͐͘̚?̴̧̘͍̙͈̯̝̻̝͙̟̹͚̺̂̐̀͗̇̄͝?̵̧̪͔̼̜̤̹͐?̷̯͍̰̪̣̘͈̘̥̐̉̿̾̽̓̂̐̊̐̂̊͑̅̅ͅ, but it was already t̴̮͙͉͕͒̂̈́̒̿͂͐̈̿̚͠͝o̴͉͈͙͂̏̀̓ͅơ̷̟̳̬̣̪͓̤̱̣̩̮̓̌̐̈́͋̍̃̕͜͝ ̷̟̤̐̐̓̈͊̈́͝l̵̢̡̢̧̡̧̜̝̬̻̱͇̭͈̙̉̅̉a̷̢̦̗̼͕̼̩̭̝̽̔ͅt̸͙͔͝ȩ̸̢̝̝̗̠̘͚̳̫͉̫̱́̀̈́͋̾̒̃̐̒̾̀̑̕. Jonah, began to sob into James. Up in the sky, the moon covered the sun causing an eclipse. The water from the pond moved forwards, surrounding James and Jonah in a shallow pool. The water glowing a bright blue around them and, like a miracle.

James ?̸͎̬̑̇͂̎̓̆̀̒͜?̷͍͎͍͓̤͓͖̫͈͆ͅ?̴̧̟́͂͝?̴̧̛̣̞͚̤̟̝̮̫̟͙̟̀͑̀͒̔̅̂̀̄͗̊̌̕͜?̶͈̗̜̝̈̿͛̓̐͌̀?̴̳̖͎̓̈́̕. Jonah hugged him tightly as he began to cry harder. The moon moved past the sun, returning everything to normal. James was very confused as he didn't even remember what had happened. But he hugged Jonah back either way. He picks James up and brings him back to the castle.

The two grow up more, now being around 16. Jonah has been learning how to paint and do the arts, as well as learning how to swordfight. Him and James will practice for hours on in just sparring with one another. The two of them quite enjoy "fighting" and they're both quite equally good at it.

There is a war going on between his father's kingdom and some others. It's quite vicious and things have been tense around the castle. Jonah's older brothers are helping their father the best they can however none of them are exactly good at strategy or battle tactic. Which is causing a lot of arguments between them and their father.

Jonah and James one day decide to visit the war room, where they find the king screaming at Jonah's brothers. Their bad call had caused an entire army to die, once again and he was getting sick and tired of them all being idiots. They all storm out of the room for a moment to cool off, leaving Jonah and James alone in the room.

James looks at the giant chess board in the middle of the room, looking at the battle strategy. Jonah couldn't really make heads or tails of it, he was always more of an artist than a military man. James however moved some pieces around in order to make a better formation before stepping back.

Jonah's father came back into the room, and looked at the board. He looked at Jonah and thought that his son had done it instead of James. Something.. clicks in the kings mind before he dismisses the two boys.

A few weeks later, The king summons Jonah into the war room again. He tells him that it is a shame that he is the youngest when he has so much potential to be a great leader. Jonah.. didn't exactly agree but nodded anyway to be polite. His father brushed some hair out of Jonah's face. "You want to make me proud, right?" The king said.

"Of course." Jonah replied.. nervously.

"Why don't you become my second in command so to speak? Your brothers are not exactly... the best at this sort of thing. I need someone like you to help me."

And of course, Jonah wouldn't say no to something like that. Being able to help his father, to actually get attention from him would be amazing. Him and his father never really had much of a connection due to Jonah being a bit soft. If he could prove to him that he also had value, Jonah thought that would be swell.

Jonah's father and him spent a lot more time together, growing closer and closer. Jonah despite not being the one who originally messed with the board, was actually pretty good at strategy. Most of his plans worked and the ones that didn't, his father would ?̴̡̖̦̼̜̺̰̈́̀̿̀́́͂̋͝͝?̴̛͔͕͙͉͓̙̞͖̱̉͌̊͐̚͜?̴̧̰̭͉̺͙͉̰̯̦̊̇̄̑̄̏̑̄̏͆͑͝?̷̛͈̦͖̲̫̬̔͌̽̇͑̎͐͗͜͠͠͠?̷̼̼͓̖̬̐̓̇?̴̨̧̣̼̘̝͈̰͉̞̅̐̇͌͠?̶͖̬̖̟̱̰͖̹̺̍̿̈́̆͋̃̍?̴̡̛͙̫̬̹͍̳̮̮͍̲̱̔͂͊͆̅̄̾̿̕͜͜͠?̴̛̱̥̖̰̫̖̝̥̝̈́̑̈́͂́̍̔̌̆̔͐͘̚?̴̧̘͍̙͈̯̝̻̝͙̟̹͚̺̂̐̀͗̇̄͝?̵̧̪͔̼̜̤̹͐?̷̯͍̰̪̣̘͈̘̥̐̉̿̾̽̓̂̐̊̐̂̊͑̅̅ͅ give him a pat on the back. You can't win them all after all.

His brothers kept getting in the way though of his progress. The lot of them didn't really take Jonah seriously. His dad did though, and that's all that mattered. Him and his dad would stay up late at night and ?̴̡̖̦̼̜̺̰̈́̀̿̀́́͂̋͝͝?̴̛͔͕͙͉͓̙̞͖̱̉͌̊͐̚͜?̴̧̰̭͉̺͙͉̰̯̦̊̇̄̑̄̏̑̄̏͆͑͝?̷̛͈̦͖̲̫̬̔͌̽̇͑̎͐͗͜͠͠͠?̷̼̼͓̖̬̐̓̇?̴̨̧̣̼̘̝͈̰͉̞̅̐̇͌͠?̶͖̬̖̟̱̰͖̹̺̍̿̈́̆͋̃̍?̴̡̛͙̫̬̹͍̳̮̮͍̲̱̔͂͊͆̅̄̾̿̕͜͜͠?̴̛̱̥̖̰̫̖̝̥̝̈́̑̈́͂́̍̔̌̆̔͐͘̚?̴̧̘͍̙͈̯̝̻̝͙̟̹͚̺̂̐̀͗̇̄͝?̵̧̪͔̼̜̤̹͐?̷̯͍̰̪̣̘͈̘̥̐̉̿̾̽̓̂̐̊̐̂̊͑̅̅ͅ gossip about his brothers. The king over the coming months explained to himạ̴̢̛̜͂̌̆̀̋̑̉̋͝͠ ̴͓̯̑̈͗̉̃͒̒̚ṕ̷̮̣̣͈̫̤̅̀̈̔͑͌͛͘ľ̶̡̛̥͖̮̪͚̟͉̠̤͎̊̃́̀̉́̋̆̾̚ă̶̡̜̤̗̖͓͔̦̥̼̣͈̜̞͚̚n̴̨̛̍̔͐̾͑̂. Obviously, he couldn't just make Jonah the heir. Birth order succeeds intelligence and actual talent to rule a country. So the king told Jonah to ?̴̡͕͍̭̭̝̣͖̼̭̞͙̺̳̖̇͝?̷̧̙̟̭̥̰̥̱̭̾̊̅͑̓̾̏̈͋̑́̕̚̚͜?̷̯͇͖͇̳͔͓͖̜̼͖̖̼̻̬͌̂̇́͐́͑̎͘?̶̛͔̰̦̓̎̂̆̄̎̄̈̀͘̕͠͠?̸̧̪̩͖̱̣̱̠̠͔̬̀͐͗̈̋̔̊̎͘͝͠͠?̸̯͔͔̙̞̦̹̱̫̩͙̘̜̙̙̽́̏͊̊͘. It would be easy, all he had to do was get rid of the problem and then Jonah wouldn't have to worry about his brothers getting in the way of ?̴̡͕͍̭̭̝̣͖̼̭̞͙̺̳̖̇͝?̷̧̙̟̭̥̰̥̱̭̾̊̅͑̓̾̏̈͋̑́̕̚̚͜?̷̯͇͖͇̳͔͓͖̜̼͖̖̼̻̬͌̂̇́͐́͑̎͘?̶̛͔̰̦̓̎̂̆̄̎̄̈̀͘̕͠͠?̸̧̪̩͖̱̣̱̠̠͔̬̀͐͗̈̋̔̊̎͘͝͠͠?̸̯͔͔̙̞̦̹̱̫̩͙̘̜̙̙̽́̏͊̊͘.

O̵͍̼̣̯͍̲̅̔̐̒̅͑̊̿̌͗̆́̚n̵̞͙̼̬̩͇͕̠͎̼͕͍̺͕͂e̵͈̓̒͛ ̵͔͔̲̳̙̞̪͓̊ḅ̴̛̘̙̠͝ỵ̸͙̬̺́̅̐̔̀͒̑̈̀̎̕̕̕̚ ̷̨̗̜̱̬͓̟͉̯̯̥̜̣̙̈̋̉̿͋͜ö̴̡̫̖̤̀̾͝n̸̡̨̺̮͔̲̝̗͍̹̹̓̍̅̐̏̕ḙ̶̻̲̻̀̎̈́̋̑͛̾̔͘̕ ̸̙̟́͆̍͗͌̃͌͆t̴̰̤̪̫̗̐͒̀́̉̑̉̔̓͋͛̽̚͝ͅh̶̘̜͑̄̈́̾͒̿̈͑̆́̆̊͘͝ę̷̛̜͎̝͂̇̂̄͠ ̶̛̘̃̑̌̃̏p̸̧̢̛̩̪̤͛̊̅̀r̸̨̡͎̟͖͚̖̱̭̪̋͌̓̈́̈̓͝í̷̛̺̜̜̥̬̰͔͎̇̉̔̐̊̂̄͗͘͝n̵̨̨̦̬̹͔̮̽̐͛̄͐̄̊̾͌̆̒͝c̵̡̤̖̭͙̜͈̟͖͖̍̆ͅȩ̶̱͖͓̭̩͒͐s̴̡̨̢̘̫̙͔̗͚̀͊͆͝ ̷̘̣̜͙͋̓̎̏́̇ả̴̡̧̡̤͇̬͉͉̰̭̮̱͙̹̐̈́l̸͕̘̀̄͐̔̀̒̇̚͜͠l̶̯͙͎̳͔̜̘̦̤̳̪̐̔̀ ̸̻̉͑͂̂͆̇͝f̶̨̪̩͙͙̦̆̋̆̃̾́͜ē̵̡̢̛͓͔̬̰̭̘̣͎̻͙̓̒̽̊̈͆͆̈́̃̈́͒͘ͅl̶̢̩̳̗̘̜̮͖̙̥̥̃̈̃̽̎̀͛͋͠͝ḽ̴̫͍̭̀̓̈́̽̀̇͌͌͊͝.̴̢͕͈̱̝̪͚̲͎̪͕̭͓̈́͊̐͒̾͊̒̑̀̅̅̌̿̊͜͝

Jonah was the new heir to the throne, and along side his father he began to train to one day take over his fathers stead. ỉ̸͔͕̹͗̌̇̋͝ ̴̡̛̰̯̯̣̼͕́͗̀̍̔̎̉̀̚h̷̡̢̦̼̝̬̳̼̬̘̬̰̝̃͛́̑̔̽͝ͅá̵̡̡̱̮͙͎͍̠̭̭̎͛ͅț̵̗̱̘̬́̑͂̅́̂̄̉͆͒͘ ḙ̴̲̻͛̆̐́͊͘͘t̴̡̢̧̤͖̜̯͌̓͛͗͑̔̓̈́͒̽̄͑̚͝͝h̶͔͚̪̤͎̅̃̔́͗̾̚͠ī̶͍͕̱̹̬̺̬̰͖̺͛̀̿̆̽͝ş̷̲̭̪̹̬̀́̏͠.̷̪͕̠̩̱͎̺̳͕̻͙̻̍̓͌̅͝ͅ Jonah finally felt happy, H̷̬̫̟̪̻̍͂̍̑̔̿̍͒̾̚ế̵̻̭̮̜̬̄̈́ ̴̧̗͙̳͚̰̹̤̻̭̣͆͋̒̍͜h̷̥͖͉̤̯̗̹͉̯͍̣͕̰̹̰̒̌̅͊͛̎a̶͙̻͙̟͎͒̓̒d̸̙͓͔̜̔̌͐̀̀̓ ̵̖̠̘͈͚͍̞͎̥̺͉̎̍̄́́̈́͗̇͛̀̕͝͝a̷͙͔̲̭͐͑̀̎͘͝ ̷̨̫͍̪͓̼̬͖̪̞̤̤̪̘͖̒̿̇̏̊̊̊̒̒͗p̵̛̤̗͙͓̿̐̂͌̓̒̊̍͆͒̇̏̚͝ͅư̶̛̪͙͌̿͂̌̿̈́̅̀ŗ̶̈́͆̏͑͒̉̑̆̚p̴̬̣̓͒̆̀̏̔͠ȏ̷̡̰̣͋͊̏ś̴̨̢̛̛͓̪̦̝̗̂̑̈̒̓́͑̉ḙ̶̢̢̛̘̰̙̻̊̈́͐̂̈́̓.̸̞̓̏̑̾ H̵̡͔̥̰͍̠̻͌̀̈́͌͂͂̆͂͛̂͊̕ͅȅ̴̡̼̙̘͎̙͇̍̀̔͋̚ ̵͖̼͇̾̅̿̾̔͛͠w̸̛͇͑̋̄̔̄̓͋̅́̈́́́à̵̳̑̉̀́͂̍̑͋̿̊̊̈́́͝s̵̰̪͇̹̖̠̳̝͂̽͗̕͠ ̶̪̼̠͙̬̺̚m̶̤̪̪̟͚̭͙̮̼̾̐͂͛̑̏͂a̵͓̰̺͕̻͓̤̣̖̤͇͈͗́̀̽͌̀͒̎̆̊͒́̂͘ķ̸̫͇̰͕̲͍͚̠͚̯̥̗̥̊͗͂͋̚͜ḯ̸͚̰̥̠̫̘͙̹͍̼̜̞̦̜̒͐͋̽̌̐̎̒̉̽͆̚͝͝n̷̨͇̯̭̠̝͕̝̻̽ğ̸̭̞͊̽̀͊͝͝͝ ̸̡̖̓̌͜ͅḩ̵͙̬͖̳̞̝̘̞̫̤͊̿̾̿̒i̷͔͗͆m̴̛̹̹̯̆͊͐͛̿̊̚ ̵̢̳̬̤̪̝͍̜̹̣̮̥̠̱͂͒͋̓̈́͒͝ͅp̴̢̨̡̛̝͙̝͔͍̺̲͙̣͐͊̌̂̾́̈́̒̈́̿͌̅͝͝ͅr̴̡̡̰̬̗̰̖̪̩̗̾̑̎̋ͅo̴̬̗̱̠̰̺̲͖̞̭̲̗̩̟͑̈̌̎̉̏̀̈́̊̈́̽̿͗̈́ǔ̴͖͔̮̣̗͎͓͍͉̠̤͙̣̥̉͑̓̐́͗̉̍̓̈́̍̓͂ͅd̵̛͉̘͐̂͊͂͌́̑̎̐̒̅.̶̖͉̂̇̿̌̈́͆͜

When Jonah was around 17, all the court could talk about was marriage. There were several ladies of the court who were fawning over him. However Jonah never seemed interested in any woman. Most people believed he was just reserved. Every party his mother and father would throw for him to find a wife, he would just sneak off to the rose garden with James.

In Jonah's mind, he already had a wife. He didn't need anyone else besides him. James however was a bit more practical. He did genuinely try and attempt to get Jonah at least a woman he could be friends with so the others wouldn't grow suspicious of the two of them. Despite Jonah's many protests.

His mother informs him that a specific kingdom has offered a meeting with their daughter. Jonah begrudgingly agreed after James pushed him to at least try to meet with her. A few weeks later, a quite beautiful woman arrived, a Duchess from a neighboring country named Dahlia. They exchanged pleasantries however her ladies in waiting wouldn't quite let Jonah anywhere near her to speak with her.

James followed Jonah around to sort of, match the vibe the Duchess was putting out. The group of them would walk around the castle together in awkward silence. It was so. terrible. Jonah eventually lead the group of them to the rose gardens, where he s̴̞͇̤̰̗̗͖̭̥̍̀̒̊͋͑̚͠t̷̮̻̭̤̩͔̆̓̋ǎ̷̡̛͎͊̈́̓̈́͐̚͘ŕ̷̡̨̪̤̜̗͚́̍̓̋͂̓́̽̔̇͑̕͠e̴͍̰̖̥̺͉̯͗d̸̨̧̛̬̯̪̭̳̳̹̝̦̗̘̺̤̑́̽̓̚͠͠ ̶̮̺͚̜͕̲͓̜̱̬̔̐̓̾͜͠͝ͅa̵̡͈͖̮̼͓̅̌̏̐̈́̕̚t̴̨̢̝̬͇͔̙̆͋̾͐͊̃̓̿̋̂̉̍͂́̕ ̶̢̢̯̹̣͈̦̜̥͍̹̞͔͒̉̀͒̀͐̉̚͜t̶̢̙̹͕̬̖̭̩͙͓̑̆͂̾͊̍̄͆̕̚͠ͅh̷̨̰̭̩̭͚͈͓̱̗̪̺͉̣̭̽́̉̔͝ę̵̛̛͉̻̍͗̒̋́͑̎̀̽͑͆͘͝ ̶̨͎̜̲̥̹̦̯͔͎͖̗̱̇r̴̨̛̥͚̩̙̖̜͕̟̤̮̳̒́̾̌̈́̂̽̄̔̌̀͆̌͘ǫ̴͚͕̫͚̱̘͙͍͙̟͗ŝ̴̹̒͐͐́̒͆͗̇̏͝e̸̡̘̫̭̳͓̖̺̜̬̝̜̖̔̎͆́́͑͛̿͝ş̷̡̡̬̥̮̙͉̜̙͔̗̈́̀.̷̨̳̭̼̣̈́̾̀̈̒͂͆͗̉̐̑͐̉̈́̈

He went and grabbed one with his hand h̴̨̥̰͚̦̪͎̤̘̠̪̟͇̠̿̍̓͊̽́̍̚ͅę̸̢̠͉̝͛̒̊̌͋̎̋̑͆̊̓̚̕͘͘ͅ ̴̛̛̟̯̥̙͎̤͖͈̻̊̉̈͂̏̄̀͘͜͜b̷͈͚̬̈́̇̾̅̏̆͒͋̓̈̂͜l̵̟̈́́͊̾̾͒̊̋̓͐ȏ̶̧̳͍͇̜̩͖͔͕͍̥̣ͅo̵̯͑͋͗̎́̏̄̿̊͜͝d̵̩̩́͊̓̍̿̊͐͊͗̎̑͗̿͂̕ ̸̛̛̦͊̄̆͋̊̀̄́̉̈́͛͘̚g̷̨̾̀͋̊ų̷̗̥̜̾͌̉͌̇s̶̢̛̤̼͎̈̒̾͑̀͊̆̉̚h̷̛̖̯̓̄́̐̓i̴͚̝̼̦̯̝̙̣̥̠͎̘̬̋̍̋͒̀̉̾̑͜n̸͍̦̜̄͐̃̀͑́̎̌́̚g̴̡͓̺̜̖͚͙̥̟͎͎̫̭̈͐̏̆͌̈́̂͒ͅ ̸̳̳̪̗͉̆͗̍̔͑̆̈́̃̆̕ͅf̵̰̹̬̉̑͛̍ŕ̵̼͈͙͈̪͎͕̳̪̼̱̻̮̦͐̑̾͗̿̅̚͝ͅo̸̘̬̗͉̾̅̿̓͐͐̐́̎̊͂͑̂̍m̵̯̜̤̱͎͈͉̣͓͓̙̺̘͋͝ͅ ̸̡̨̛͈̞̹̘͎̰̹͉̳̯͉́́̅̏̍̍̈́̋́͠ͅh̴̖̝͋͒ï̵̢̨̢̲̼͎̼͕͕̣͍͎̼̯̀ş̷̛̫̩̼̪͎̟̥̦̬̞̜͚̑̉̃̄̎̈̉̉͛͂͆́̔͜͝ ̶̡̛̛͇͈͕̗͖͙̱͉͚͕̖̘̼̭̿͌͆͐̈̿̆͋͐̈́̀̕͠ḩ̴̯̞͔̺̦͎͙͗̌̎́̆͑͆̀̍̈͝a̸̙̣͈̠̲̙͔̭̥͎̘̖̮̜̿̒͛́ͅn̶̦̂͆̔̇̋̆̏́d̸̢̛̻̙̭̟̞̠͗͋̂̓͋͒͜ ̶̪̼̓͆̄̂̃̈å̵̗͓̘̠̱̀̎̏s̴̰̪͓̣̖̪̭̱̺͉̀͋̌̀̚͜ ̸̧̲̟͓̈̌̔̍̉͊͛̓t̸̯̪͉͎̞͉͗͛͛͘ḩ̷̘̩̭̤̦̻̮̝͚́̓̊̈́̿͜e̸̛͈̬̜͕͖͊͐̃̅̚͝ ̶̢̧̩̮̘̹̖̣͚́̏̐ͅt̵̨̩̩͉̯̳̬̮͓͈̻̯̿̈́̑͒̈́̽͊̒̈́ͅh̸̛̥͎̟̘̜͗̇͗̎̈́̈́̿̈͌͒͆͊̕͠o̶̹͍̹̯͔͊̎͒̉̀̐́ŗ̸̨̧͍͕̬͉̠̬̳̩̖͖̞̜̈́̅̄̀n̵̡̢̼̠̪̦̫͈̬̘͉͂͛̔͌̈́̂̌ͅͅs̴̥̘̭̘̦̾̊̆ ̶̛̩̎͛d̴̤͈̬̩̬͍̞͚͇̏̆̑̓̽̇̂́́͑̿̏̆͝u̶͚͓͕̩͔̗͙̪̳̮̤̮̠̾͜͜g̴͓̰͈͈̓ ̴̧̻̬͓̥̏́̾̈́͜ḯ̶̗̹͚̞̙̜̘͓͈̬̗̀͗̅̋͂̓͒̀͗͂̐̚͘̚͜ͅn̷̺̫̞̝̖͈̓̇̍̾̓̂͋̀̌̌̂̂̄͝t̶̫̳̠͉̼͈̎̽͑̈́̌͑͐̎͂̈̉̒̔̚o̸̞̥̞̰̭̺̘̦̰͍̹̹͛͑͂̿͜ ̴̘̠̳͇̩͓̿̈́̈́̇͑̄͑̀͌̕̕͠ḫ̷̨̢̧̞̻̦̼̺̩̝͕̠͆͜ī̴̧͕̣͖̹̥̟̫̩̬̖͉̰͑̐̀̽̔̈́̈́̆̕ḿ̴̢̦̩̣͙̬͎̫͔̝́̅̏̐̈͛͑͂̌͋̇̕̕͜.̸͎̑̍̍́̅̅̈́̾̽͘͘

He stared down at the bandages on his hand.

"Are you listening, Jonah?" The king said.

"Oh." He shook his head, looking up at his father. "Sorry. I got distracted, what did you say?"

"People are starting to talk, Jonah." His father took a sip of his drink as he paced slightly around the room.

"We could give you the most beautiful, intelligent woman in the entire world and you would still run off with the servant boy." His father said, coldly.

"I... mean.. I've known him for my entire life.. He's my best friend.. I just sort of default to his company above someone I don't really know.." He sighed. "She was barely even speaking to me."

"You always find an excuse, Jonah. It's always something with you."

"I'm sorry. I didn't me-" ?̸̨̛̰͓͍̦̭̄̈͘͠?̵̡̲̱̭̺̰̣͋͐̎͒͊́̚͝?̷̼̻̇͂͛̿͌̕͝͝?̴̯̟̜̦͉̰̣̊͊͒́͌̓͐̒̅?̷̧͖̆?̸̨̳̎͋̈́͐̊̎̈́̂͘?̴̝̻̱̞̮̆̈̇͒̿̒̄͆̕͠?̷͎̗͕̫̜̯̭̱͉̖́̒͛̅̉̓͝?̴̡̡̳̘͉̟̝̮̦̫̺͐̊̊̌̍́̀̒̀͗͑̏͊͘͜?̴̨͓̪͉̲͖͓̬̬̣̳͎͕̼͑͗̽̚̚?̸̢̮͍̰͙͖͛̿̈́̈̽̑̽͐̔͠͝ͅ?̶͇̣̱̮̦̈́̽̅͂̊̓̑͂͗̍?̷͙̥̻̦͚́̇̕̕?̵̧͖̺͓͍͎̠̦̣͈̝̞̾͑̾̔̅͆͋̎̀̅́͗̚͝?̶̧̢̼̫̥̮̥̫̤̈͒̊͆͊̌̉͆͗̅̔́̅͠?̷̢̧̠̱̗̺̘̝̥̿́͂͜?̶̛͈͙͗̀̈́͐͘͠͝?̴̡̛̘̖̈́̾̔̀̑̓̉̋͘͝?̷̨̙̜̥̣̖̩̻̤̦̟̩̳̦̉̍̍͌̾̐́̕͜͠͝?̵̲̲̤̦̖̣̔͂̓͌̇̄̾͒̍̋͝?̶̤͙̦̗͔͈̘͍͇̎̿̆̔̊̔͌ͅ?̴͔͕͕̮͙͂͂̚͘?̵͎͍͈̗̿̓̔̋̈͛͐͊͗͜͠͠ͅ?̸̢̺͍̙͖̤̭̜͙́͑̾͛̉̽͗̿̈́̂̌̈̇͜͝͝?̴̬̯̱̳̣͚͕̇͗̕?̴̜͓̫̺̰̰̞͈̣̐̀̒̾̈̍̉̒?̷̧̯͙̄̈̃͑̒͐̽͝?̴̨̛̫̥̰͔̩̻͇̲̫̯͛̈͊̏̑̏̅̅͆̍́͜͝?̵̞͖̖̗̟̠̯͙̻̙̳̼͓̒/̶̫͇̱̀͛͐͐̾̇́͊̈̚͠ͅ

Within the next few weeks, Dahlia was betrothed to Jonah. The plan being Dahlia will move into the castle and live with his family. Jonah wasn't the most thrilled with this arrangement, but he knew it was necessary. He just tried to enjoy his last few months of freedom.

One night, Jonah woke up. He rubbed his eyes and realized James was gone from their bed. Which was odd. Jonah tried to go back to sleep, but he just couldn't without James around so he decided to take a little walk around the castle until James came back.

He walked through the hallways and heard ?̸̛̥̳͍̟̠̮̗̠͈̀̌̂̄̾͂̈͒͌?̶̢̰̜̰̪͍͙̪̥̮͎̼̒̓͗́̑̽͑͌́̃͌̓͘͠?̶̨̤͖̲̳̺͉̘̦̥͍̆̍̅?̸̦̼̦̩̜̤̗̱͚͈͔̮̋́́̃͌̀̊̇͌̈̀͒͗͜ͅ?̸̨̩͚̭̪̖͔͓̭̫̺̖̪̮͈̏̐́̑̆̎̎͆̅͆́̕̕?̶̨͇̲̩̱̔́̅͂̆̽. James came out of his parents room,?̸̛̥̳͍̟̠̮̗̠͈̀̌̂̄̾͂̈͒͌?̶̢̰̜̰̪͍͙̪̥̮͎̼̒̓͗́̑̽͑͌́̃͌̓͘͠?̶̨̤͖̲̳̺͉̘̦̥͍̆̍̅?̸̦̼̦̩̜̤̗̱͚͈͔̮̋́́̃͌̀̊̇͌̈̀͒͗͜ͅ?̸̨̩͚̭̪̖͔͓̭̫̺̖̪̮͈̏̐́̑̆̎̎͆̅͆́̕̕?̶̨͇̲̩̱̔́̅͂̆̽ brushed past Jonah. His mother stormed out with his father standing in the doorway, trying to tell her to come back. Before he looks at Jonah and ?̸̛̥̳͍̟̠̮̗̠͈̀̌̂̄̾͂̈͒͌?̶̢̰̜̰̪͍͙̪̥̮͎̼̒̓͗́̑̽͑͌́̃͌̓͘͠?̶̨̤͖̲̳̺͉̘̦̥͍̆̍̅?̸̦̼̦̩̜̤̗̱͚͈͔̮̋́́̃͌̀̊̇͌̈̀͒͗͜ͅ?̸̨̩͚̭̪̖͔͓̭̫̺̖̪̮͈̏̐́̑̆̎̎͆̅͆́̕̕?̶̨͇̲̩̱̔́̅͂̆̽.

ḯ̷͖̞̑̕͜ḿ̴̦̻̣̋͠ ̵̡͖͚̕s̸̹͚̒͊o̶̘͋ ̶͖̍̈̚s̸͍̱̾̐ō̵̫̲r̸̖̆̐͜r̶͕͆͌̃ÿ̴͙̺̟́͊ ̷̬̦̈m̷̖͙̝͛͠ő̶̫m̶̛̫̟͙̃m̷̯̗̩̐̇̾y̶̞͙̼̌͛̚ ̶̢̢͕̑͛̈́i̴̛̪͘ ̵̤̌ḋ̶̪͈͎ĩ̵̼̖̚d̷͖͆͒̾n̸̨̦͊̃t̵͇̖͐́̒ ̵͎͔͒̚ḿ̴̧͉è̵̠̔ȁ̴̫̗̮n̸̼̠̈͑ ̷̡̀́͜t̵̘̦́o̵̱͌͐o̶̤͇͕͝ ̴̺͒͋̓p̶̬̦̚l̶͓̖͝e̵̘͓̺̓̓̓ả̸̫̪s̷̱̚e̵͚̰̫̐̈́ ̴̙̺͊f̸͉̈͂o̶͈̓̔̚͜r̶͔̱̈͝ḡ̸̲̣͒̄ị̴͕̾͐̂v̴̻́̇ḙ̷͋ ̷͔͛͐̍m̴͔̺̓e̴͈̍ ̵̠̞̈́i̶͇͒̾͑m̸̻̠͖̏͒͠ ̷̥͌ś̵͇̥͓̌͘ỏ̸̠̂͝ ̴͇̃̊s̷̳̑̇o̸̧͓̜̾́ȓ̵̜͘r̶̰̭̦̿͑̉y̵̲̻̠̍̅͂ ̴̳̻͎͂i̴̳̒̕ ̵̱͑d̴̯̂̂ì̶̯d̴̞̺͛̒n̷̮̼̣͋̄t̴̛̞̏ ̴̨̜̟̍̆m̸̨̬̿e̴̟̥͐̈͆a̸̖̿͊̀n̵͖͚̣̓ ̵̘̒͠t̷̛͎͈ō̸͖̳ ̴̻̣̂̀͝i̷̳͐ ̷̼͊͜d̵̲̫͖͗͌ì̵̖͚̜͋d̸̺͌̃̇ǹ̸͍̭̊̿ț̴̭̀̋͜ ̶̪͍͙̒͂m̷̱̟̾ë̷̟̲́a̷͖̕n̸̗̻͑͝ ̸̱̆ţ̸͖̈́o̸͖͠ ̶͖͌͗̒i̶̞͘m̷̠͚̬͑́̇ ̷̢͕̈̂͝s̶̳͐̂͝ó̷̜̯̈́̍ṟ̷̼̈́ṙ̶̫̟̂y̸̬̭͗̓̅ ̴̛̲̼̱t̶̡̩͍̚̚ḫ̵̅͛ë̵̱̱́r̴̠͌̌e̷̻̺̩͆s̶̛̮̏̕ ̵̝͛̇̌ͅs̵̭̲͂͂͐o̴̯̥͆ ̷̧̘̱̓m̷̬̌u̷͇͊̿͠c̵̢̩̈̈h̸̪̓̂͘ ̵͓͈͎̒b̴̄̕ͅl̴̪̣͐ō̸͉ô̴̯̮̹̚͝d̷̩̭̘́͠ ̸̛̤̊͗i̶͓̹̊̅ ̷̦̯̌̄d̸̛̗ĩ̶̧͉̾͘d̴̥̮̓̆n̴̦̤̮̋̀t̸̨̟͇̿̃̓ ̸̨͚̰̾m̵̧̹͆͂͠e̸̞̟͕̐a̸̖̘̔ṇ̵̞͓͊̋̀ ̸̖͆t̵̟̻́̒ö̵̠̒ ̸͓̎̅k̶̲̓i̸̱͛l̸͔̮̓l̷͔̊͊͝ ̵̙͐͘͝y̴̬͗ờ̸̫̬͈̚u̴̖̞̪̇ ̴̟͈̑̒̔b̷͈̊̏͋o̷̰̞̲͐t̷̨̰͓̀h̵̩̍̈́͠ ̶̞͖̇̓͜į̶̏̄̆m̶̟̲͆͛̕ ̷̫̖̰̿s̶̜̒̕͝ͅò̷̧̲̻͝r̷̦̤̋r̴̝͌̀̓ỷ̴̬ ̶͇̹͘ị̴̞̚ͅ ̴̥̯͚̇͝d̴͉͊̄į̴̤̿̄́d̴̢̧͜͝n̶̛͖̥t̷͓̅̒ ̷̰͓̙̏m̴͔̽͆ę̸̀̈̚a̸̬̤̓͋͠n̶̮̥̞̏ ̵̺̅͋t̴̞̊o̸͓̾ ̴͕̣̳̊͂i̶̧̜̘̔̇͝ṃ̴̡̉ ̴̛͚s̴̢̤̯̋̀o̴͇͐̏ṙ̵̪̘̓r̷̭͗͘ȳ̴̙͐́ ̵̪̈̀į̷̥͕̎̄̄m̵͠��̗̻̞̔ ̸̩͉͒͘s̴̩̗̤̅ó̸̻̦̺͠r̷̗̭͋r̴̤͛̈́y̴̭̗͙̐͒͝ ̶̝̭̆̆͝p̷̢͝ḻ̴̩̜͋e̶̯̭̋͜a̵͈͉͕͐̎͋s̴̤͆̕e̵̥̗͐̂̈́͜ ̴̻̝͐̄̈c̶̬͐͂̍ó̴̧̮̜͠m̴̤̠̳̍͘e̸̢̊̀̕ ̶͔͠b̴̠͕̮̄ȧ̵̮̜̞̃̈́c̵̞͐̿k̸̞̙̉ ̵̟̱͌̓͝i̴̢̢̠̓̕͠l̶̬̖̗̔͑̈́l̵̨͉̓̄ ̵̼͗͌͘b̴̙̲̯̓ẹ̷̱̽͜ ̸͕̌̆̀g̴̢̻̝̅̈́ȏ̶̗̤̈o̴͎̽͂̂ḑ̴̥͎̿̑ ̸̰̚͠ť̴̠̺͎h̴͈̊ị̴̓̃s̶̘̏ ̷̩̟͛ͅẗ̷̢̈́i̸̝̩̋̓m̴̟͌̓̀e̴̟͕̺̎ ̶̧̄͐͛͜p̴͚̔͌͒ĺ̸̡̅ͅë̸͙̭́͠͠ậ̸̻͉͘s̷̡̙̞̄͐e̵͙̫̣͊͒̕ ̴̡̺̔̕c̷̳̄̑͜͝ỏ̸͕̠͎͘͝m̷̝͒̾͋e̵͔̓ͅ ̶͈̳͓͛̃b̷̜̤͆a̸͔̙͑͘c̶̗͕̈͝k̶̹̪̋̋ ̶̢̃̃i̵͚͚̩͐ ̷̳̉w̷̺̅į̴̭͌́l̴̞̈l̵̖̯͉̂ ̷̧̠̬͒͝d̶̺͔͊ỏ̶͔͘͘ ̷̮͝a̸̠̖̖͒n̷̤͑ẙ̴̨̹̍̈́t̴̥̤͛̈́͝h̵͉̺̣͐̐̈į̵͠͠ͅn̵̟̻̈́̐͑͜ǵ̶̻͕̰̇͋ ̵̗̹̊́͑t̶̪͎̅́ȍ̸̳͒̓ ̵̹̭́g̷͚̣̒̆͝ḛ̸̆͝t̴̰͓̑͐͐ ̴̘͖̙̀̔͠y̷̧̭͚̔õ̵̳̞̥̔̆ǘ̷̬̱̀͋ ̵͎̲̼͠b̵͓̈́͠ḁ̴͎̍ͅc̶͉̒̚k̸͇̹̳̈́ ̵̙̽p̶̯̲̉͜͝͠l̴̛̤̥͚͂ë̴͙̗͇́a̸̫̋̓̚s̴̰̹͆̅̉ē̸̼̫͠ͅ ̷̧͍̠̾i̷͍̞͋m̸̺̝̑̓͝ͅ ̷̹͖͛͗s̴̡̋o̸̩̒ŕ̷̦͚̍r̴̡͍͛͂̍͜y̸̙̅̀͗ ̶̧͍̱̓͠i̷̢̻̪̐͐m̷͓̼̖͛͝ ̶̢͉̂̉̕s̴̛̲͠͝ó̵̳̂ŗ̷͎̎́r̶͙͛̆y̸̰͓̎̀ ̷̥͈̦̈́̒̋i̷̼̓m̵͈̝̃͒̍ ̷̞̺͊̇ṣ̶̔̈́͐ŏ̵͚̩̼r̸̼̓͆͊r̴̠̗̱̽́ý̶̜̎͠ ̸̟̠͝ị̸̧͌ḿ̸̼͇ ̷̦̑s̶͔͂͌̿ơ̸̛̬͖̈́r̵̘̲͆̀̚ŗ̶̜̣͗͠ÿ̸̗̼̱́.̵̙͈̆̉͘ ẗ̴̺̞̂h̷̭̆͌e̶̡̜͎̒̀ŗ̴̘̜̀̔̈è̶̟̞̫̚ș̵̖͙͆̆͆ ̴̣̅̋s̸̢͓͙̓ọ̷̿͝ ̷̨̜͖̄m̴͔̹̈́u̶̦͓̿́c̷̛̱̫̽h̵͇͚̣̆̇ ̵̲̉͒b̸̠̱̻̉l̵̻̮̙͗͑͝ö̸͓́o̵̻̅d̶̠̱̿ ̸͎͇̈́̑͘t̸̮͈̘͘ȟ̵̪͌̃ȇ̸̦̱̯ṙ̸̨̞e̵̮̲̪̚s̴̼̈́ ̴̠̒̆̇s̶̨̯̈́̉͛o̶̱̘̼̅̈́̌ ̶̞͈̈́̂̌m̵̧̙̟͐̑ű̸̩͖c̵̿͌͜h̶̲͛͊ ̴͉̮̖͗̀́b̶͙͔̅̎l̴͠��̥̠̲̌ö̶͔́̃͂ó̴̡͎͓͋̓d̶̥̻̂̊ ̴̼̀t̴̜̻͐̏̒h̴̞͔̏͂͝é̵̯̝r̴̰̼̒ę̶̤̾ͅs̵͙̮̰͂̓͝ ̴̺̦͊̉̀s̶̭̯̉͑ö̸͎͚̯ ̸͕̗̂̈́͋͜m̶͓̿u̷̞͔͛c̶̳͛̀͘ͅh̶̨͙̜͠ ̴̜̂̀b̶̧̮̾̀̎ḽ̸̨̜̋̀͌o̶͕̞̓ò̴̜̟͓̾̓d̵̥͗͂ ̵̠̆̐ì̵̼ ̴̭̅͆͝c̷̥̬̊͗̋ä̴̲͓́̈́n̴̝͖̏t̵̳͉̙̕ ̸̗̆͜͠͠b̵̥͂r̵̜̄͝e̵͚̭̊ä̴͎͖̳́t̶̠͉̑̀̕h̶̙̗̗̑̀e̵̲̞̙̽̈́͝ ̸̝̠̩̄p̵͓̹̉l̸̺̅̅e̶͓͐̀̀ã̸̞̬̽͜s̵͇͝è̵̺̮͑̄ ̷̤͗m̷̺̪̑̆̅ä̶̝̍k̴͙̇̓̉e̶̢̙̲̽ ̶̢̰̤̒̂͌ï̴̖̣t̵̬̗̝̉ ̶͉̰̃͘͜s̶͉̣̮̿t̵̞̫̽̑ǒ̴̡̼p̵̱̰͗̌ ̴̠̒̈́͜m̴͇̋a̷͔̥͈͛͝k̴̥̣̗͌͝͝ĕ̷͜͝ ̸͇̫́͐i̸̠̙̎̒̂ͅṯ̸͆̚ ̴̳̞́̓̚s̵̡͉̎̔̈́ţ̸̘̙̾̇o̵̺̮̯͠p̵̨̽͠ ̶̿̚͜ī̸̛̖ ̸͙̲͇̿̒̕d̴̝̔̕o̴̫̯̾͒͠ͅn̵̖͔̒͗͝t̸͝ͅ ̷̫̇͋͂ẃ̶͔̖̮a̸̤̫͛n̸̩̦̥͠t̵͓̙͉͝͝ ̴̳̰͝t̸̳̙̏̽̕o̵͙̐̾̓ ̵̣̖͛r̴̺̜̹̎è̸̖̮̓m̶̧̙̞̈́̾e̴̱̽m̵̺͉̏̅b̵̭͒e̶͓̙̔̓͑r̸̨̤͓̚ ̵͎͉̋̀̆t̵̼̺̓́ḥ̴̑̚i̸͇̎̍ș̵̙̪̽ ̵͔̞̀̒̂p̶̦̺͝l̴͉̹̘̑͘͠ȅ̵̥͓͂͝ą̶͗s̴͓̩̹̽̇̇ě̶̲͍̈̍ ̴̥̞͆̓͌m̷̼͛͑ą̸͋͝ͅk̵̺͎̔́ȩ̴̛͈͌̊ ̵̧̠̆į̵̡̛ẗ̵̫̰ ̷̤̕s̵̪̈̇̚ṯ̸͊o̷͖͊͗̎p̸̟̀́ ̷̣̮̮͗m̶̘̂ā̶̞͎͉k̷̜̻̉͛e̴̛̺͕͊̓ ̶̾ͅḯ̴̠t̴͓͍̣͐̌ ̴̜̹̻̑͆̾ŝ̶̲̩̌ṯ̶̹̿̂̀ö̴͖̉͊ṕ̷̠̮ ̷̛̼͌̉m̸̼̭̭̆͘ä̶͙̀͝k̷̭̪̲̄̇ė̵̗ ̷͇̅ị̴̲̈͒͐t̶̝̓̚ ̴̣̹̍͜s̶̞̜͗̽t̵̝̺͌͜ó̶̰̯͎p̴̝̟̗͛͝.̸̬̙͈̀̈́͗

"̷̱̟̎y̶̗͍̋o̷͍̫͛̂u̴̗͊̕ ̸͈̹̫̍̈́d̴̖̰̈́̇i̴̖̿͂̂d̷̦̀̎ ̷̧̡̦̏̋s̷̫͓̺͌̈͒u̵͍͖̅c̶̥̅h̶̗̟̞̐̉̋ ̷̢̛͕̈̏͜a̷̼̠̝̒̒͘ ̵̗̩̋͊̉ǵ̶͙͍́͝o̵̹̓o̷͇̣̲̓d̷͙̒̊̎ ̷̫́͂j̸̱̉̀̓o̶̫̹͌̉͝b̶̤̹͙̈́̐̽"̵͔̓

"̷̱̟̎y̶̗͍̋o̷͍̫͛̂u̴̗͊̕ ̸͈̹̫̍̈́d̴̖̰̈́̇i̴̖̿͂̂d̷̦̀̎ ̷̧̡̦̏̋s̷̫͓̺͌̈͒u̵͍͖̅c̶̥̅h̶̗̟̞̐̉̋ ̷̢̛͕̈̏͜a̷̼̠̝̒̒͘ ̵̗̩̋͊̉ǵ̶͙͍́͝o̵̹̓o̷͇̣̲̓d̷͙̒̊̎ ̷̫́͂j̸̱̉̀̓o̶̫̹͌̉͝b̶̤̹͙̈́̐̽"̵͔̓

"̷̱̟̎y̶̗͍̋o̷͍̫͛̂u̴̗͊̕ ̸͈̹̫̍̈́d̴̖̰̈́̇i̴̖̿͂̂d̷̦̀̎ ̷̧̡̦̏̋s̷̫͓̺͌̈͒u̵͍͖̅c̶̥̅h̶̗̟̞̐̉̋ ̷̢̛͕̈̏͜a̷̼̠̝̒̒͘ ̵̗̩̋͊̉ǵ̶͙͍́͝o̵̹̓o̷͇̣̲̓d̷͙̒̊̎ ̷̫́͂j̸̱̉̀̓o̶̫̹͌̉͝b̶̤̹͙̈́̐̽"̵͔̓

"̷̱̟̎y̶̗͍̋o̷͍̫͛̂u̴̗͊̕ ̸͈̹̫̍̈́d̴̖̰̈́̇i̴̖̿͂̂d̷̦̀̎ ̷̧̡̦̏̋s̷̫͓̺͌̈͒u̵͍͖̅c̶̥̅h̶̗̟̞̐̉̋ ̷̢̛͕̈̏͜a̷̼̠̝̒̒͘ ̵̗̩̋͊̉ǵ̶͙͍́͝o̵̹̓o̷͇̣̲̓d̷͙̒̊̎ ̷̫́͂j̸̱̉̀̓o̶̫̹͌̉͝b̶̤̹͙̈́̐̽"̵͔̓

"̷̱̟̎y̶̗͍̋o̷͍̫͛̂u̴̗͊̕ ̸͈̹̫̍̈́d̴̖̰̈́̇i̴̖̿͂̂d̷̦̀̎ ̷̧̡̦̏̋s̷̫͓̺͌̈͒u̵͍͖̅c̶̥̅h̶̗̟̞̐̉̋ ̷̢̛͕̈̏͜a̷̼̠̝̒̒͘ ̵̗̩̋͊̉ǵ̶͙͍́͝o̵̹̓o̷͇̣̲̓d̷͙̒̊̎ ̷̫́͂j̸̱̉̀̓o̶̫̹͌̉͝b̶̤̹͙̈́̐̽"̵͔̓

"̷̱̟̎y̶̗͍̋o̷͍̫͛̂u̴̗͊̕ ̸͈̹̫̍̈́d̴̖̰̈́̇i̴̖̿͂̂d̷̦̀̎ ̷̧̡̦̏̋s̷̫͓̺͌̈͒u̵͍͖̅c̶̥̅h̶̗̟̞̐̉̋ ̷̢̛͕̈̏͜a̷̼̠̝̒̒͘ ̵̗̩̋͊̉ǵ̶͙͍́͝o̵̹̓o̷͇̣̲̓d̷͙̒̊̎ ̷̫́͂j̸̱̉̀̓o̶̫̹͌̉͝b̶̤̹͙̈́̐̽"̵͔̓

"Jonah?" James said softly.

"Huh-?" Jonah shook his head, James was carefully dressing him.

"It's going to be alright.." He dusted off Jonah's shoulder before looking up at him. "You're going to walk out there, and you're going to act.. somber.. but stern.."

"And nobody will know w̷͍̙̏͝h̶̳̕a̷͕̺̒̔̅ẗ̷̢̹̩́ ̴̪͖̐͌̂h̵̹̍̃̕ȁ̴̯͉̮ṗ̷̠̞͆̆p̴̳̅̕͠e̸͍̬̓̍n̴͙͉̱͌͐͒ȩ̴̗̄d̵̹̗͍̒" James said, before placing Jonah's crown upon his head.

The coronation went without a hitch, the wedding was shortly after. Jonah ?̸̖͖̣̈̕͝?̵̢̢̢̤͖̰͛?̴̘͔̤̼͎̩̑͐̓̓?̷̙͈̪͌͆̅͌̏̍?̶̢͍̜̣̟̓͜?̷̮̝̝̬͑̈̍̈́̊?̶͇̙̐̐͂̏͘͠?̶̣̳͓̖̔̿̀̒̔͠?̶̢͓͚͒͐̈̌?̷͓̲̦̼̃̒̐̆ was fine. He, was able to do a lot more now. He made James his knight, so that the two of them can still spend time together. James, happily accepted this role. It was different now. But, the two of them made it work together.

Dahlia begins... to notice something between the two... But Jonah didn't seem to notice nor care. He just really needed James around. He grounded him in a way no one else could.

A year or so passes, and a plague has taken over the country, and unfortunately Jonah fell deathly ill. For several weeks, Jonah was mostly alone.. as nobody wanted to catch the illness.. It was torture for him, b̸̢̨̢̛̻̬̝̗̤͎̲̭̱̤̦̺̀̑̏͐̓͗͋͘̚͜͝e̷̡̢̧̥̹̹̪͖̝͎̦̼̟͖͕͛̏̍̈͆̓̈́̉́̈́̆̽͘̕͝͝į̷̧̗͇̘̗̼̻͈̖̪̰̩͎̋̆̑̓͒̈́̒̈́̄͜͝͝n̷̡̛̯̲̪͙̥͓͉͇̬͈͔̈͑̌̎͋̄̊͐̔͊̌̂̃͑͜͝g̴̢̧̛͎̤̻̭͍͕̦͔̞͇̺̝͔͉̽̌̚͠ ̶̢̳̬͈̎̾͊̈͆͐͋͒̏̚̚͝͝a̷̡͚̼͎̰̣͕̤͔̓͒́l̴̡̥̬͉͈̹̖̝̤̻͇͚̗̳̹͙̃͐̓͘ǒ̵̢̧͔̺̜͇̻̀̈͛̾͜͝ͅṅ̵̦͎̤̪̗̺͚̃ȩ̸͙̻̥̣̩͙̞̰̑̽̿̄̍͐̾̏̊͛͂͘͝ ̴̧̧̨͚͖̤̬̹̹̰̠̜̼͙̭̎͆͜ͅw̷̳̠͎̯̃͊̔͛̅̈̂͒̀̿̃̑̉̓͒͘i̸̍̈́̉̽͛ͅț̷̩͌̑͝h̵̟̙̙͚̖̟̹̫̥̯̤̩́̔̂͆͊͂̽̿̂̋͂̈͂͌̚͝ ̵̧͖͉̯̠̩̝̼͉͂͒͜͜ẖ̸͍͍̪͇͍̬̱̽̓͗̽̃̓͊̕͜i̷̡̩̳͙̯̰͇͖͇̤̰̳͛̄̈́̓̑̐͝͝ͅş̸̱͇̝͙͙̤̲͇͙̝̳̬̫̅͗̉ ̵̢͉̗̠̔̇̆̋͗͆͋̆͜͝ͅt̶̝̬͓̱͕̦͔̖̻̤͔̙͙͚̅̒͊̏̈́̔̓͊͝h̵͚̳͔̬͓̬͐̿͌̃͌̌͐͛̂ͅǒ̶̡͖̟͎͕̬̝̘̞̻̖̲̈́̂̈̓̓̚͝͠͝ų̶̡̯̪̦͖͖̲͉̟͈̰͉̓͌̏̂̐́̄̏̽̂g̵͎͍̻̩̅̍̈́͂ḧ̸̢̨̝̙͈̺̯̳̯̩́̈́́̂͋͌̃͑̈̚̚͜t̵̮͕̠̰͖̘̻̖̪̻̎̂̄͒̾͐͛̑́̐͠͝s̴̟̥̟̮̺͔͍̽̽̒̅́̔̑̌̓̾̕͜.̶̭͑͗̽̍̀͋̐̇̇̀̄͋

Jonah is broken out of his mind by the sound of his door opening late at night. A man in a mask came in with some sort of liquid in a bowl, Jonah quickly realized it was James. The two of them, had a long conversation about their life, about everything that happened.

James had Jonah drink the concoction he had made, though Jonah doubted it will help much. He was talking to James as if he was going to die.. why would he survive this after all.. James caressed his cheek with a gloved hand. The two of them.. told eachother how much they love one another.. Jonah told James that he would always be his, no matter what. Ṭ̴̙̺͓̹̭́ȟ̵̢̢̩̳̞̩̙̋̀̈̐̐̅͊̌è̸̙̫̗̱͉͚͔̹͍̎̿͜͝ͅ ̸̧̺̺̖̲̹̪͖̬͗̓̂̈́̈́̒̏̀͝͝d̴͍͙̙͙̟̮̝͙̤͍̖̳͔̰͂̉̇́́̎̉̋͘ǫ̸̡̣͓̲̭̯̩̍͛̋̓̀̓̄͌̒̓̿̒̐̕̚͠͝o̶̖̜̼̭̳͍̗̦̱͔͔̠̗̻̫̱͗̾̆͊̒͋̚͜ȑ̵̛̗̱͎͔̙̬̩̣̾́̂̌̇̀̍̌͂̕ͅͅ ̴̣͓̭͈͊̊̓̅̀͑̏͛́̂̓̊w̷̧̢̡̗̦̮̪̝̮̳̰͙͈͍̭̖͓̐̌͂͒̉͆̒̑̒̈́͐͋a̷̧̨̨̻͙̣͙̜̘̝͖̲͓̘̙͛̂͜͝s̸̢̧͈̣͚̤͕̗̠̥̩̥͚͈͍̟̊ͅ ̸̥͓̭̼͈̮͈͈̣̿̊́͑̎̇͛̀̒̒̈͑́̈̚̚ͅs̴͙̗̞͌́̌̑̑̐̈̽͘͠l̸̡̹͙̜̩̻͓͍͍͔̞̟̜̣̖̑̊̊ḯ̵̧̠̲͚͚̣̳͎̳̼̭͈̔̓g̷̝͓̿̓̄͝h̵̛͈͈̠̥͕̍̊̋̀̊͗̆́̀̉͠͝t̵̡̧͕͔͚͔̲͓̮̹̔̋̎̽͝ḽ̶͖͓͛̈͑͂͆̈́̔̽̓̆̑̓͘̚͝͠ÿ̴̛̝̼̟̻̱̗͖́̈́̆́̃̈̂̔͌͗͂̈͝͝ ̶̡̢͇̬̤͍̪̙͇̫̯̻̯͈́̃̽̐̐̔̌͜o̵̩̺̖͇̥̗̥͇̖̲͑p̵͓̳͎̳̩̞̠͍̓̌̾́͑́̑͌̚e̶̯͎̺͆̌͊́̏̈́̒̉̐̀̐̈́̀̈̈̕̚n̵̨̨͔͎͇̥̥̠̱͔̼̥͚̈́̉͜.̶̨̱̱̗̦̜̙̯̩͎̱̪̰̑̆͊̈̓̄̒͝

Jonah, amazingly actually was able to recover from the illness. It genuinely was a miracle. He wondered if James care had maybe actually helped a bit. The two of them continue to live their lives normally. One day the two of them are walking through the castle, chatting about some plans for a banquet they have to throw because of some neighboring kingdoms coming to visit.

Until they are stopped in the middle of the hallway by Dahlia and a few sets of guards. They ?̶̢̘̻̪͎͍͍̈́͌͆̆̅́̎͠ͅ?̷̢̺͔̘̗̰̰̟̮͇̼̼͇̍̒͊̉̈́̐͂͋̆̕͝?̶̨̡̡̺̟̩̥̺̮̬̻̥͎̙̰̩̀̋͑͌͐̽̽̐̌͘?̷̨̢̛̟̯͈͚̭̳͍̯̭̝̣͋͊̋͛̋̇́̓̒̀̑̎́̕͘̕?̴̧̻̙͈̺͔͖͕̟̒̈́̈́ͅ?̸̧̛͔̰̪̺̣̹̰̠̘͙̥̻͛͌͂̓̈̌̒͠ͅͅ?̷̧̞̯̹͛̔́́̒̀͒̔͒̑͐̚͠͝ͅ?̸̧̤̻̮̬̠͖̹̲̗̻͍̼͔̩̖̿̿̆̂̆̓̅́̽͑͝?̵̡̛͈̞̌̏̊̽̑̋͛̏̔̏̃̕?̸̼̩̭̑͌̐͛̄̍͂̉̚͠͝͝?̶̨̼̹̭̬̱͓͉̟̬̭͙̰̙͕̺͛̃̀̅̔̿̈́̋̋͒͛̒͆͌̚̕?̷̡̧̼͎̭͔̹͈̳̹̱̫̯̪͚͛̀͆̈́ͅ?̷̠͕͓͖̼̘̥̰͇̜̻̩̰͇͛̀̊͗́͌́̃͐͝ͅ?̸̣̳͕̼͙͉͙̪̝͕̱͛̎̂̏͛͂̈́̔͆͂̒̂͝?̶͉͉̮͔̤̣̳̜̠͕͈̣̤̣͇̎͂͛̈́̓̂̐͝?̸̨̛̙͇͕̩͇̠̹̙͚̺̳͖̦͗͆̀͌̌̋̒?̴̢̨͚͓͙̤̭̪̥̍̐̈́̈́̐̈́̈́̑̆͌́͝͝?̶̢̨̛̺̭̣̼̬̋̄̃̆͒́́̂̑̔͒̍͒͝͠͝?̸̘̰͔̞͙͉̦̪͜͝?̶̨̡̣̥̺̤̱͊́͝ͅ?̴̰̩̦̆̄̉͊͊̒̆̅̀̍́͜͝͠?̷̭̥̜̭̠̫̪̦̘̦̯͉̫̳͎̯͕̄̉̐͗̓̈́͌̀͗͊͑͑͛̇͗͝. James is. ?̶̢̘̻̪͎͍͍̈́͌͆̆̅́̎͠ͅ?̷̢̺͔̘̗̰̰̟̮͇̼̼͇̍̒͊̉̈́̐͂͋̆̕͝?̶̨̡̡̺̟̩̥̺̮̬̻̥͎̙̰̩̀̋͑͌͐̽̽̐̌͘?̷̨̢̛̟̯͈͚̭̳͍̯̭̝̣͋͊̋͛̋̇́̓̒̀̑̎́̕͘̕?̴̧̻̙͈̺͔͖͕̟̒̈́̈́ͅ?̸̧̛͔̰̪̺̣̹̰̠̘͙̥̻͛͌͂̓̈̌̒͠ͅͅ?̷̧̞̯̹͛̔́́̒̀͒̔͒̑͐̚͠͝ͅ?̸̧̤̻̮̬̠͖̹̲̗̻͍̼͔̩̖̿̿̆̂̆̓̅́̽͑͝?̵̡̛͈̞̌̏̊̽̑̋͛̏̔̏̃̕?̸̼̩̭̑͌̐͛̄̍͂̉̚͠͝͝?̶̨̼̹̭̬̱͓͉̟̬̭͙̰̙͕̺͛̃̀̅̔̿̈́̋̋͒͛̒͆͌̚̕?̷̡̧̼͎̭͔̹͈̳̹̱̫̯̪͚͛̀͆̈́ͅ?̷̠͕͓͖̼̘̥̰͇̜̻̩̰͇͛̀̊͗́͌́̃͐͝ͅ?̸̣̳͕̼͙͉͙̪̝͕̱͛̎̂̏͛͂̈́̔͆͂̒̂͝?̶͉͉̮͔̤̣̳̜̠͕͈̣̤̣͇̎͂͛̈́̓̂̐͝?̸̨̛̙͇͕̩͇̠̹̙͚̺̳͖̦͗͆̀͌̌̋̒?̴̢̨͚͓͙̤̭̪̥̍̐̈́̈́̐̈́̈́̑̆͌́͝͝?̶̢̨̛̺̭̣̼̬̋̄̃̆͒́́̂̑̔͒̍͒͝͠͝?̸̘̰͔̞͙͉̦̪͜͝?̶̨̡̣̥̺̤̱͊́͝ͅ?̴̰̩̦̆̄̉͊͊̒̆̅̀̍́͜͝͠?̷̭̥̜̭̠̫̪̦̘̦̯͉̫̳͎̯͕̄̉̐͗̓̈́͌̀͗͊͑͑͛̇͗͝?̴̼͖̫̎̿̃̊͛̉̏̉̓͂́̌̒̕͘͝ͅ Dahlia comes over to Jonah and hugs him. He looks down at the ground not sure what to say. T̸̛̥̊͐̊̕͝͠h̶̢̡̰̗͚͖̦̔ȩ̵͙̋̾̔͂̓͌̚͜ ̸̡̛̘̥̩̤̥̥̮m̴̡̼̹̔̈͗̚͜ō̶̲̟̯̣̞̑͆̌̓͜͝͠n̵͙͊́͊͋͘s̷͚̟͎̃t̸͖͎̦̰̫̯̺̿̀͑ȩ̴̬͍͓̾͛r̸̺͑̀̆̇́̕͝ ̵̠͇̳̞̌̐͜͝i̶̺͍̻̖̎̌͠s̷̢̲̟̼͊́͋͂ ̶̞̳̫̮̞̃̃̑̐͘͝͝ͅğ̴̡͕̝̀͐̈́̃͛ó̸̤͆̎́̚͠ń̷̲͓ȅ̴̫̀͗.̶̘͎̓́͛͑͜͝͠

Jonah and Dahlia sat upon their thrones as they watched the execution. This was, a quite common occurrence for any royal family. The guards pulled him onto the chopping block, locking the boy in place. Jonah thought about how his mother never let him go to these kind of things. How gruesome they were.

The executioner asked for the prisoners last words. But he said nothing. H̶̢͎̖̳̦̿̓̐͒̍̈́̆e̷̩̔͝ ̸̛̝͎̈͋̈́͝l̴̖̙̯̪̬̭͛̽͐̆ͅo̷̝̫̠̼͇̞̾ͅò̸̦̤̭͔̖̻͚̰k̷̬͎̱͓̯͔̜̱͒̇͗͌͑͋̑e̵̦͎͍̦̳̪̫͍̐͑̀͝d̵͇̊͌̒̄ ̴͇͚͓͇̌̋̄͑̀͛̾͝i̶̢͚͛̓̊̑͘ņ̶̯͇̞̯̥̋́̐t̴̡̧͚̊̓ͅͅo̶̜̬̼̙̺͗̒̅̒͛̒͘͠ ̸͉͍̣̺̗̰̲̿̏͑̂m̵̨̞̓͌̀̆̈́ẙ̵̲̰̊̓͌͗ ̷̨̟͎̱̯̆̈́͑̂ę̷̻̿͑̈́̔̈̒̐͘y̴̛̥͇͓͚̪̟̹͌̒̅̋͐̎e̵͉̩̜͚͓̠͌͆̉̈́s̷̯͍̽̈́͂̅͘̚̕͘ ̸̪͓̀̉ấ̴͙͆ǹ̸̢̦̲̲̣̺̃d̸̮̱͖̼̯̪̜̂͆͋̿́̐̒͠ ̶̗͔̉͘h̸͕͒̎e̴̡̞͕̣͎̦̽̀̉͠ ̶̢̛̩̘̜̊̓͘̚ͅḽ̸͍̪̥͗̽͆̈́̆͒͠o̴̙̲̮͉̺̓̌́̈̑o̸͎̪̤̍̊k̶̛͖̠̰̝͈̩͒̎e̷̛̛̞̯̬̹͎̠͌̿͆̓́͠ḏ̶̱̖̜̔̂́͂͐ ̸̩̳̳̗͈͚̮̙͗̉̓̍̈s̷͇̥̠̥͔̪͓͎̄́ỏ̴̲̜̾ ̵̼̰͆̋̍̏́̄͠b̷̫͇͓̹͙̺̭͛̒͂ȩ̵̯̬̃͝t̵͖̘͙̻͈̭̪͝r̵̛̮͛̽̃̐a̶̖̜̲̮̝̞͂͒̽͑͊̚̚y̴̼̩͒̃͌͆͋͝é̴͉̩̜͎̗́̉̇͋̇̾d̸̟̭̱͛̐͒͝.̶̧͚͕̫̔͊̿̃̌͠

H̶̢̛̖̝͕̦̫͉̠͌̊͘i̵̛̲̠̦̦͈̿͆̓͆͆s̷̫̮̊̓̈́͝ ̶̡͉͇̯̳̦͗h̸̪͙̝̳̣́̍̑͘e̶̫͙̩̼̽̊́͛̒̈́͝ͅa̴̛͇̣d̷̛̯̣̪̺͙͚̎͌͐̓́̕ ̸̯̖̹̯̊̊h̶͈̞̳̦̻̦͋̍̊ḭ̷̡̲͎̤̹̳̰̀̽̓̎̏̕͠t̵̩̀ ̵̡̧̥̙͆̚ẗ̷̢̢̤̩͕́h̴̢̧̝̳̖̪̦̄̔̉̈́e̸̡̟̯̜̞̬̖̪͌͋̉̋̊̕͠͝ ̷̧̺̥͉̄̆̈́͝g̸̺͓͔͕̝̀̿̅̇̈́́͝r̸̹̖͓̬͎̪̲̾͐ͅǒ̷͔̜͖̗̼̻ͅȕ̸̮̮͈̬̘̺̬͜n̴̨͖̰̆́d̸̦͋̀̇́͝.̸̫̳̱͍̣̦̰͎̓̈̐̚

Ḭ̴̯̙̪̘͍̑͊ ̸̞̱͖͇́̄͑̚̕͝ͅḓ̴̢͚͚͖́́̔̿̑͑͘͝o̸̞̠̤͒̿̊̾̚ǹ̵̢̫͈̥̭́̀̔̂́̒̂͜’̷̳̻͔̮̤͗̉͝ͅt̶͇̥͖̘̲̆̿̅̑̔̓̆͝ͅ ̸̨̗̣͔́̂͊̾͒̍k̵͚͓̼̜͒͑̌̋ͅn̶̡̡̯̥̠͖͆̍́̽̋ȯ̶͇̱̮̘̹͍̌̂͜w̵̤̩͑͂̄̈͌̎̚͜ ̴͚͕̼͇͔̂́̀̋̈́͘͝h̸͖̥̟̳̙͖̬̳̍͠ọ̶͈̥̹̬͔͍̿͋̅̐̄̓͜͝w̵̛̼̼̝͓͒̾͗͑̌̂̌ ̵̛̮̻̌͐̎͝l̶̢̧͍̪̟̓̔ō̵͎͓̤̰͉̫̰͛̎̏n̷̝̮͎̲̄͝g̴̯̘͒̈ ̶͕̞̓ì̷̞̪̳̩͒̈̔͝ẗ̶͙̲́̂͊̈̊’̵̛̗̏͒̉͂́̇̆s̸̛̥̞͙̞̓̋̌̚͝͝ ̶̢̫̼͗̿̓̈͛̆͝b̸̨̛̼̤̳͍̤͖̹̔̅̍̑̾e̸̳͈̫͇̬͘e̵̡̛̗͖̫͔̙͐͋̍̐͜͜ņ̴͚͇̘̲̪̟͛͜.̵̫̞̟̇̉̈́ ̶͉̮̝̥̓̏̑͗͋̄͠D̵̥̺͓̃͊̾à̴͎y̶̨̙̼̦̝̯͚͂ṣ̷̢͍̱́͆͋̇̐̆̏͠?̸͖͙͔̓̋̓̿͠ ̸͉͍͙̇̒̉́M̵̨͉̪̫̺̀ǒ̶̧̭͙̫̯̞̖̆͊͛͜ņ̸̲̹̦̰̀̐͋t̴͍̘̯̻̆̿͂́h̴̪̺̟̪̗̆̆͛͘ś̴̙͈̺̮̹̒͑͒̽͛̚?̵͖̊ ̸̗̯͒͌͠Ý̵͕̃̈́̀̿̈́̔͘e̶̡̡̺̮̦̩̟̓͛́͝a̷̦͇͓̥̺͉̒̿͗̏̍͠r̷̨̖̻̙̰̳̀͑̍s̶̡̹̬̥͇̫̘̖̾̈́̄̕͠?̸͎̝̤́̆̏͑̈́̔̚͝ ̸̘̮̯̤̯̯̀͆͊͂͐̑͐̒I̵̜̐̓̈̀̆͂̈́͠ ̸̟͔̫͍͇̉͌̃̇̈́͜ç̴͍͓̙͈̯͗̐̉̀̀̋̚a̷̤͍̜͊͆̿͂͌n̴̰̫̦̩̦͋̈͌̑̇̓̏̃’̶̩̞̹̮͕̮̣̈́̕͠͠t̴̥̿̈́͗̀̒̚ ̷̰̇̐͑̓͒̃̈̄s̵̢̜̈́̋̌̈́̋͊l̸̡̗̣̼̣̰͖̫͑̿͑̈́̊̍́e̸̼̙͖̭̾͆͜é̷̘̚͜ͅp̷̡̩͕̹͚̟͔̔̾́̌͆.̴̗͍̖̄̂

Jonah began to wander through the castle aimlessly, tracing the walls with his hand. He had grown up here, he knew it intimately. Į̴̼͍̣̼͇̀̔̔̅̇͝ ̶̨̲̌̃ḳ̷̅̓̊̀̽̽̈́̃͜͜ḛ̷̡̣̿̒ͅę̶̼̆p̴̢̤̯̙͌̒̿̓̉͘͝ͅ ̵̨͗̌̋̏͘h̷̘̮̝̗̱̯̑̀e̵̥̯̭̔͊ḁ̷͔̰̻̝̀͆̏̈́r̶͙̱̖̙̟̓̽͑̕ͅḯ̶̠͉̼͝ň̵̯̭ģ̴͈̼͚͙̻̰̐̓̌͘ͅ ̶̼̺̬̞̲̖͎̖͗̒̅i̶͇͕͕̓̽̕t̷͙͓̳͗̈́̃.̸̡̣̼̠͗̈́̑̽͋͘ ̶͑͜͝O̶̫̟̽͂̊̈́͌͠͝v̷̲͈̻̯̩̊̃̽͂̀̐̀ḙ̵̦͕̝̤̗̇r̵̢̡̗̫̖̙͓̻͋̑̓̈́̉̋ ̴̨̙͓̣͗͆̂̋̏͘͠͠ä̷̛͉͖͇͇̞̂n̵̼̺̜̫̝͛̈́̍̒͐d̵̨͕͚̳̪̣̾͜ ̶̛̳́̎͆̅̂̐o̵̻͓̻͌̇͂v̶̧̡͎̣͍̐́͠ë̴͓̞̲̬͈́̂̿̔̕ŕ̴͇͇̠̬̤̟̜̙͆̄̃̓̈ ̷̢̡͔̥̖̞̂̽̔̓̏̌̊͌a̷̡̗̗̰̩̦͋̏̎̊͐͑̚͘n̴̢͔͕̹̯͋͐d̶̨͈̽̑̈́͌̍̎͠ ̸̢̦̻̪͚̋̂́̒o̷̢͍͚̭̠̱̼̓͐̌̀v̴̧͙̐̄̋̎̀̇̄͝e̵̡̡͇̠̗̣̖̓͆̀̕ͅr̶̹̣͕͗̉ ̶͎̫̽a̸̢̜̜̘͖̖͙͠g̷̠̞̺̞̟͉̪̽̒́̎̓̆͘͘a̴̡̛̫̥̩̳̫̪̺̋͊̆͐̽͑i̸̛̦͈͚̿̉̆͊̓͘͠ṇ̸̻̫̦͈͕̓̐͗̈̍̌͊͠.̶̧̳̳̳͖̖̇̾̒͜

I̶̘̟͛̓̈̿́͋͠ ̴̱̐̈̌͒͌̕ḩ̶̛͚̘̱̝͈́̒͝a̵̛̲͓͛̏̄̃̓ț̴̨̖̅͗͆e̸͎̔̅ ̷̻̝̃̈̋̃͊͌̕͘m̴̪̟̫̱̟̙̝̀̀̏̀̅͊ͅỳ̴̼͈̯̦̭́̋̇ș̷̬̳͍̘͇̏͠e̷̛̳͎̙̓̑̌̏l̵̤͖͓̼̂̄̀͂̅̕f̵̧͓̺̪̜̤͈̖̏͊.̷̯̪̳̼̖́̄̀̇̋͐ ̴̤̘̫͍̗̩̺̈̽̈́͐I̷̧͍͙͎̯̣̎̀̄̓ͅ ̵̒̂̿̒̇̉͘͜͝h̶̢̺̗̝̠̬̥͒̾a̵̛̰̣͔̗̫̐̀̂͒̓̕t̸̢̢̲̰͈̟̲̳́̎̿̒̿̂͝e̶̻̪̠̭̬͌̽̈́̀̾͛̉ͅ ̵͇̥͉̩̝̑́e̸̠̻̯̣̕v̸̛̞͒̀̈́̔̕͝e̶̲͎̬̻̗̞̰̱͑r̷̰̍́͑̀͒̌y̷̘̱̩̰̝̞̬̓̎̕͝t̶̘̳̤̩͕̫̥̠͌̉̾̄̋͋̚͝h̵̺̩̳̥͇̣̹̑̈́̅͊̊̑͜į̴̰̳̀́̒̓̀ͅn̷̡͔͉͉̆͐̅͊͘g̶̜̪͙͚̀̋̀́͝ ̷̛̬̥͎̈́̆̏͝ḁ̸̮̹̮̿͂̽͐̋̌̈́̚b̵̲̠̖͎͖͌̍̐̋͋͝ͅö̵̤̪̬̖͎̖́̃̆͂̈̀̆ū̷̡̙̩̹̘͙͇́͝ṱ̶̌́͌̅̓͝ ̴͓͙̻̰͙͆́m̶̨̂̔̊͒͘͘̚e̶̡̡̫̗̣̟͊̌̏͂̕͝.̶̢͙͎̝̘͇̝̿̂̌́̕͝͠ Ḯ̸̫̲̪̳̲ ̴̠̲͈̅r̶̡̮͇͕̝̫̣̓́̒̀́͠͠͝è̴̯͓̭̙͝a̴̧̡̘̤̒́̈́̓͘͜c̵̡͈̤͍̰͈̍͆̓͜͜͝ḩ̵͔̙̞͉͗̏̽̿͊͌͊̃ͅ ̶̬͈͔͎͒̚͝f̸͖̿̔ó̸̺̻r̶̭̍͒̽̚ Ḯ̸̫̲̪̳̲ ̴̠̲͈̅r̶̡̮͇͕̝̫̣̓́̒̀́͠͠͝è̴̯͓̭̙͝a̴̧̡̘̤̒́̈́̓͘͜c̵̡͈̤͍̰͈̍͆̓͜͜͝ḩ̵͔̙̞͉͗̏̽̿͊͌͊̃ͅ ̶̬͈͔͎͒̚͝f̸͖̿̔ó̸̺̻r̶̭̍͒̽̚ ̷͔͚͈͇̬̥̏͑̂̅͋̕͘͜͜͝t̵͕͈̘̂̈́̎͌͝ḫ̵̯̖͑̽̀́̄e̷̥̜͇̔̓̐̅͆̐͛ ̵͕̪̟͎͙̻̍c̴͉̠͆̃̈́͗ắ̵̢̞̪͖̠͒͜n̷͍̭̭͚̠͎̲̓̏̒͆͊̆̆̚͜d̷̛͍̺̲̤̈̒̓̈́̃̋̚ẹ̶̰̰̰̹͑͛̀̕͝l̴̙͙̀̉̕͝͝ḁ̵̙̎̉̓͌͑͑͐̉b̵̬͖̆̕r̶̲̰̤͇̦̦̕͜ͅả̸̡̳̳͉̹̦̬̖̐͘,̵̝̂ ̴̳͈̉̑̈̈́̊͝ͅͅI̷͚͓̖̭̣̩̽̃ ̷̭͙͉̔̉r̸̩̹̳̗̩͍̙̿̉̊͑͑͑̐́è̷̱̔̄a̶̗͈̪͒̏͝ĉ̸̜͔̠̙͙̒̒̎͆̿͌̚͜ẖ̷̡̩͉̦̓̈́ ̶̰́̑̾̊̎̓̔͋f̸̡̧̯̹͙̣̟͕́̏̇́͛̈̚ő̶͈̘̼̠̠̂̔̿̚̕͝ŗ̷̱͚̘̋̉́̽͘̚͠͝ ̵̤̼͊t̷̡̺̣̦̙͓̄͊̄̈́͜h̷̗̠̳̠̞͓̮̍̈̿e̵̼͌͐̅̌̊ ̸̨̛̬̩͖̽̍͛̑͘c̸̻̬̼̟̳̣͇̭͆͂͗͂̚͝ȧ̵̟͚͉̙͊̈́̈́̑͌͑̕n̵̖̟̹̻̽̚d̶̛͓̥̋͗̽͑͘ẹ̴̲͖̌͂̊l̴̛̮̲̳̥̼̞͗̿̉̄́́̒͜a̴͔̮͔̻̣̹̋̀̏͋͠b̷͖̩͔̩͚͔̂̔̉͗r̵̢̦̻͗̄a̵̡̨̞̤̰͙̦̾̃.̴̳͂͆́͌̓̐̚͘ ̷͔͚͈͇̬̥̏͑̂̅͋̕͘͜͜͝t̵͕͈̘̂̈́̎͌͝ḫ̵̯̖͑̽̀́̄e̷̥̜͇̔̓̐̅͆̐͛ ̵͕̪̟͎͙̻̍c̴͉̠͆̃̈́͗ắ̵̢̞̪͖̠͒͜n̷͍̭̭͚̠͎̲̓̏̒͆͊̆̆̚͜d̷̛͍̺̲̤̈̒̓̈́̃̋̚ẹ̶̰̰̰̹͑͛̀̕͝l̴̙͙̀̉̕͝͝ḁ̵̙̎̉̓͌͑͑͐̉b̵̬͖̆̕r̶̲̰̤͇̦̦̕͜ͅả̸̡̳̳͉̹̦̬̖̐͘,̵̝̂ ̴̳͈̉̑̈̈́̊͝ͅͅI̷͚͓̖̭̣̩̽̃ ̷̭͙͉̔̉r̸̩̹̳̗̩͍̙̿̉̊͑͑͑̐́è̷̱̔̄a̶̗͈̪͒̏͝ĉ̸̜͔̠̙͙̒̒̎͆̿͌̚͜ẖ̷̡̩͉̦̓̈́ ̶̰́̑̾̊̎̓̔͋f̸̡̧̯̹͙̣̟͕́̏̇́͛̈̚ő̶͈̘̼̠̠̂̔̿̚̕͝ŗ̷̱͚̘̋̉́̽͘̚͠͝ ̵̤̼͊t̷̡̺̣̦̙͓̄͊̄̈́͜h̷̗̠̳̠̞͓̮̍̈̿e̵̼͌͐̅̌̊ ̸̨̛̬̩͖̽̍͛̑͘c̸̻̬̼̟̳̣͇̭͆͂͗͂̚͝ȧ̵̟͚͉̙͊̈́̈́̑͌͑̕n̵̖̟̹̻̽̚d̶̛͓̥̋͗̽͑͘ẹ̴̲͖̌͂̊l̴̛̮̲̳̥̼̞͗̿̉̄́́̒͜a̴͔̮͔̻̣̹̋̀̏͋͠b̷͖̩͔̩͚͔̂̔̉͗r̵̢̦̻͗̄a̵̡̨̞̤̰͙̦̾̃.̴̳͂͆́͌̓̐̚͘

When Jonah awoke, he was in a courtroom. He tasted A̷̭̗̅s̸̢̱͍͓͍̤̙̈̏̏͌̂̈͠h̶͎͇͋̈̓̓̇́̾̕ͅ in his mouth. He seemed to have made an audience with the gods. A tall figure dressed in a black cloak stood before him, along with several other godlike beings. Jonah remembered feeling nervous, having all these eyes upon him.

The god in the cloak asks Jonah if he wants to admit the sins he’s committed. To face the crimes and horrors that have happened in his life because of his own two hands.

Jonah snapped into a performance, he begged and pleaded, he said he was sorry. H̴̯̒̏̇ͅë̴̞̦̻̺̙̣́̉͂̉͜ ̸̧̧̞̝̘̚w̶̢̡͔͓͕̏̑̃͌̎̎ͅä̷̯̯̜́̍̏̎̉ͅš̵̲̮̱͕͎͋͑̾̋̄̊̾ņ̵̡̫͕̤̽̌̾͐͜͠’̴̖͙̽͌t̴͇̠̤̖͙͙̱͐̍͑ ̶̙̩̟̿̀s̸̛͈̠̅̍̿͆͆̕͝ó̶̢̢̥̥̌͆̌̋͒ͅṟ̸̖̜͕̤̝̎̇̒́̉͂͐̓r̶̨̧͇̮͈̩͛̓̎̃̆̚͠y̷̬͙̎.̵̛̥͙̫̭̝̥̺͆͆͋̍̽̓͜He balanced his arms and head on the podium, looking downwards. I̸̞̣̻̜̯̅̈́̈́ͅͅ ̶̛͈͓͖͇̭̗̇r̷̢̘̖͙̜͕̗͂̈́̒̌ȇ̵̹̣̺̪͍̹̓̏̾̈́m̵̛͙̟͍̯̟̫͖̂̊͑͝e̵͓͕̗͐̎͑m̴̦̲͕̱͠ḃ̴̼͎̯͕̦͋̕͝e̶̺̼̝̝̩̝̒̀̊̀̎͌́r̷̳͖͇͠ ̷̖͌͌̆̚͘s̸̗̪͘m̸̥̜̟̣̼̹̟̆i̶̬̫̾̈̄̆ļ̷̼͓̳̹̳̇͗̋̊́ǐ̸̼̹̤̪͔̣͙̲̊́̈́n̶̰̒̈̀̈̽̂͘ǵ̴̲͓̆̊̅̊͠,̶͈̪͙̖͙̃ ̷̰̯̯̻͈́̌͠ț̸̮̆͆̉̐̒h̶̢̖̣̣̣̺́̀̈́͜ͅï̴̯ṋ̴͎̓k̵̯͐̑͛ĩ̷͍̜̻͚̍n̶̜͖̞͔̫͙̉̐͂̅͛̿̑͊g̴̡͙̔̈̆̑̍͒͝ ̶̦͕́̄ì̴͉̣̲̩͕̟̮͂͐̕͜ṫ̴̝̱̳̼̬̜̖͋̏͘ ̶̢̨̨̛̛̬ḣ̶̹̩̠͙͎͇̈́̌̽̅̀̚ͅͅạ̸̗̝̝̑́̏̂̈́d̷̙̠͈̻͉͖̾ ̶̡͙̜̪̰̩͐w̶̨̬̼̫̰̗͒͑̇͆͋̉̓ǒ̵̧̰̩͚̩͎͚̪̔̋͌͝r̸̙̘̮͚̃̔̽̒͌͒͠͝k̶̫̯̟͑̈́e̵̢̬͊̑̏̅͝ḑ̵̜̲͚̳̦̟̰̾̚.̵̢̥͖̘̺̩̄̚

B̶̧̗̗̼̤̰̏̄͗u̸͎̱̖̽́̂̾̆̕t̶̰̠̠̉͋̈́ ̸̗͉͖̠̼̳̘̔͋ḧ̸̠̺̜̰̭́ȇ̶͕̖̟͉ ̸̪̺̈̀̾͗͆̌͑͘s̴̢̼̈́̋̈́͜͠ȁ̸̟̰͉͈͙̰̺̖̏́́w̷̲̖͓̋̈́̈̊͂͘ ̴̡̧̮͎̹̗̥̐ṯ̶͎̩͌ḫ̸̘̟͎͓̰̻͛̿͛̉̆̈́r̵̺̪̣̘̖̖̈͒̾̈͜o̷̜̼̙̽̎̒̂̿̿͑͝u̷̳̤͚̻̮̻͙̥͋͋̈̅͆ǧ̵̢̖͚͚̅̌͠h̴̛̳́̈́́́͆͒̔ ̶͍̻̦̻̠̌̐ͅm̵̧̟̮̣̣̙̉͊͛ẹ̸̪̬̙̤͉̞̭͂.̶̨͈̰͈͉͑̚ Y̴̗̩͍̻̯̰̻̓̉ỏ̸̘͖̹̫̇̏̓̎̊͊̆ȗ̵̧̗̀͋̕̕̕ͅ ̸̫͖̻̻̣̫̹͋̎̋͒̐̉̚̕c̶̨̫̳̈́̽̐̓́̃̂͐â̶͇͖̘̣͚̅͂͝n̵̨͍͍͕̋̈́̌͑̕͜n̸͕̩͖̩̺̟͝o̴͉̪̝̯͎͈̥͗͋̀̇̂̈̚͠t̴̝͍̗̎͋̈́͗͑͂͆ ̶̨͖̯̠͛̓͒̊̚e̷̱̽͌̾̔̀͒̕ͅş̶̈́̀̈́̋̈̀̊̈c̷̪͉̎́a̶̛͖̳͓͆͒̏͝͝p̸̡̫͛̈́̀̅̓̍͌ë̶̬́̌͊̅̚͜͠ ̴̻͇̲̆̏͒̋p̷̞͍̺̂͒̄̕̕ṳ̴͛͐̔̓́̕n̵̨̛͇͈͕̥̲̦͂̓̚ḯ̵̲̈́͒ş̴̯̕h̸͖̮̄͗̌͒m̶̢̖̪̮͓͛̇̈́̊̏é̷͕̖̪̖̲̎̇̓̚n̶̢̦͍͑͌̌t̸͇̖̟̩̃̑̈̉͝ ̴̩͎̃͝t̵̤̾̈́h̴̛̥̤̟̤̄͐̓̈́͊̂͘r̸̯̂̓̎͆̒ǫ̴̡̧̧̢̰̠̎̆ǘ̴̪̳̗̭̫͛̈́̃͘͠ͅg̴̘̩̮͇̑͆̇̉̈́͝͠h̶̛̤̜̏̆̂ ̶̢̩̺͉͎͕̣̈́̇͊̊̀ͅd̵̗͒̆̓̀̑̔ĕ̸̛̞̩̰̠̪̎͒͗ͅä̵͖̺͎͉̠̹́̌͆͊̊̒̓̈ͅt̵͙͚̮̦̄͑̇͝h̴̺͎͐͗̿͛̕.̵̟̟͎̥̣̪͐̀ ̷͈̅̇F̸̺̲̻̟̜̀̓̕o̵̧̭͖̤̮̒͐ͅr̴̖̦̉̚ ̷͖̻̐̆͋̓̈̅h̷̳͊̂̓̄͌͝e̵̬̗̺̯̝̭͘ͅ ̸̳͖̻̏́͋̉ị̴̱̪̯̦͉͔̗̉̉͑̈́͋̚͝s̸̨̨̲͓̭͈̗̾̿͊̆͛̽̌͝ ̷̦̟͊̀́̃t̵͇̻̙̤̣̪̬̠̀̊́̂͑h̸͇̊͌̄̋̆̾͘e̷̛͖̲͙͇͈̻̜̗̊͒̿̆͝͝ ̷̣̀̎̅͝j̴̦͈̚ų̶̼͚̫̪͖͊̀̕d̴̗͔͖̜̲̬́͆̂͌́̃̆̊g̶̙̖̮͈̣̣̿̋̅e̸̥͋̃̂,̸͇̬͎̟̱̠͉̮̒̎̎͋́̓̚ ̵̡̗̙̼̼̯̋̈́͜ͅj̸̤̬͎̬͗̉̀̚͝ṵ̸̧̧̳̼̮̤̜̆̌̊́̈́̎r̴̝̟̔̀͛̎̈̈̕y̴̧̹͙̠̫͓͂̓,̴̧͒̂́̽̚͝͝ ̶̧͚̖̼̗͊̔͒̃̏͂͋a̵̢̨̛͎̝͍͛̌̾̔͐̐n̷̛͆͜͠͝d̴͎͍͈̮̤̑ ̷̢̗̭̗̱̟̪̿̿̽̒̾͜ȇ̶̛͚̫̀͋̍͂̅x̷͍͍̩̱̤͋̀͌͠e̸̥͇̙̳̊̑̉̇̈́̕c̵͇̝̖͓̖͛̌̀̂͊u̴̘͙̻̩̺͝t̶̟̰͕͗̓͐͑̆̅̕i̸̢͎̜̣̞̟̘͓̍̎͌̋͐̋͝o̵̰̅͌͂̈́́͠͝n̷̜̲͖͉̬̓̒e̸̛̮͇̲͍͎̫̫̋̋̇̾r̴̪̾̊.̸̢̨̦̹̱͕̣̏͑͂̈́

Jonah panicked. J̸̫͑́ơ̵̺͑̿̃n̴̨̧̛͗̂̓̈́̈́̒ȃ̶͖̺̖͕̐̆h̴͍͗͗̃͗̚ ̶̠̻̰̄̃̀̋̔p̵̮̻̯͘̕ä̴̛͔̥͕̥̭̩̥́̇̄̾̚͝n̷̞̓̔͝i̸̬̯̮̭͉̦͆̀̈́̏̒̄͝c̸̜̾̓̍̐̒̄̀ķ̸̥͇̰̙̲̾ȇ̷͕̺̟̤̿̀͛̃͘̚d̵̢̛̠̣̙͖̐̑͒͜.̵̼̉̈ J̸̫͑́ơ̵̺͑̿̃n̴̨̧̛͗̂̓̈́̈́̒ȃ̶͖̺̖͕̐̆h̴͍͗͗̃͗̚ ̶̠̻̰̄̃̀̋̔p̵̮̻̯͘̕ä̴̛͔̥͕̥̭̩̥́̇̄̾̚͝n̷̞̓̔͝i̸̬̯̮̭͉̦͆̀̈́̏̒̄͝c̸̜̾̓̍̐̒̄̀ķ̸̥͇̰̙̲̾ȇ̷͕̺̟̤̿̀͛̃͘̚d̵̢̛̠̣̙͖̐̑͒͜.̵̼̉̈ J̸̫͑́ơ̵̺͑̿̃n̴̨̧̛͗̂̓̈́̈́̒ȃ̶͖̺̖͕̐̆h̴͍͗͗̃͗̚ ̶̠̻̰̄̃̀̋̔p̵̮̻̯͘̕ä̴̛͔̥͕̥̭̩̥́̇̄̾̚͝n̷̞̓̔͝i̸̬̯̮̭͉̦͆̀̈́̏̒̄͝c̸̜̾̓̍̐̒̄̀ķ̸̥͇̰̙̲̾ȇ̷͕̺̟̤̿̀͛̃͘̚d̵̢̛̠̣̙͖̐̑͒͜.̵̼̉̈ J̸̫͑́ơ̵̺͑̿̃n̴̨̧̛͗̂̓̈́̈́̒ȃ̶͖̺̖͕̐̆h̴͍͗͗̃͗̚ ̶̠̻̰̄̃̀̋̔p̵̮̻̯͘̕ä̴̛͔̥͕̥̭̩̥́̇̄̾̚͝n̷̞̓̔͝i̸̬̯̮̭͉̦͆̀̈́̏̒̄͝c̸̜̾̓̍̐̒̄̀ķ̸̥͇̰̙̲̾ȇ̷͕̺̟̤̿̀͛̃͘̚d̵̢̛̠̣̙͖̐̑͒͜.̵̼̉̈ J̸̫͑́ơ̵̺͑̿̃n̴̨̧̛͗̂̓̈́̈́̒ȃ̶͖̺̖͕̐̆h̴͍͗͗̃͗̚ ̶̠̻̰̄̃̀̋̔p̵̮̻̯͘̕ä̴̛͔̥͕̥̭̩̥́̇̄̾̚͝n̷̞̓̔͝i̸̬̯̮̭͉̦͆̀̈́̏̒̄͝c̸̜̾̓̍̐̒̄̀ķ̸̥͇̰̙̲̾ȇ̷͕̺̟̤̿̀͛̃͘̚d̵̢̛̠̣̙͖̐̑͒͜.̵̼̉̈

J̵̙̞̎̈́̽ỏ̶̜͍̝̊n̶̺̱͙͙̞̅͜ȧ̵̻̫̞͉̳̿̑̍ͅh̵͚̏̋̍ ̶̟̼͉͓̜̗̦̂̀̓̊́̅̇l̶̦̪̰͇̫̒̏̈́ǫ̵̼͔̟̦͂͐̕ȍ̵̧̧͈̹̙͙̾k̶̢̡̘͓̥͈̳͑̈́͌̋ę̶̣͚̟͛͊̓̈́͂̒d̷̬̑͂̃ ̷̹̬̬̼͒́̃̀̔͒̇d̷̢̫̩͓̝̉͗͑̐̍͊͜ơ̷̡͓̐̃̍̀w̸̰̓͊̊͗͛͝n̵̤͚͖͝͠ ̷̡̠̩̋͐̉͑͐̂̓͝ä̶̠̜̰̙̯̗̤͔́̊͆ţ̸͈͉̭̃̾̋̓̂̅̿͝ ̴̲̰̯̏t̵͔̹̆̍̚͠ḩ̸̲͓̘̞̩̤̍̈́̂͆e̴͑̽̑̄̎̉̾ͅ ̵̢̛̫̈́̀̃̃s̶͍͇͔͖͓̣̞̓̿̐̏̉̆͠í̴̖̗̬̱̬͚̬͂̇̓l̵̨͕̮͕̥̟̲̻̂̿͊͒̏̾͘v̵̧̧̫̩͒e̵͇̪͈͙̙̟̫͒̈r̵̪̞̎͆̾͌ ̴̥̞͕̹̳̻̎̈͒̈̐̑̐͠b̸̭̰̥̞̭̩̺̙̈́l̷̙͉̱̪͕͇̟̃ȍ̶̧͚̣͉̣͉̣̑̚ó̴̫͉̻̜͎̤̥̽̔d̷̡̧̿̾̎͒͝͠͝ ̵̙̣̙̼͆̈ö̸̢̲̹̪̦̙̓̍͗͗́͌́ͅn̴̦͕̄̀̄̔̐̏̚ ̶̥̪͈͗̈́͂̉̓̕h̸̡̙̫͕̒͛̋̂̀̽̚ḭ̷̟̘̰͑̎͒̓̾͝͝s̴̨̛͔̗͈͕̥͍̆ ̵̧̹͕̘̉̈͂̃̀͠ḩ̷̣̺͉̰̔̈́́̇̕ͅå̶̧̢̙͚̃͊̈̾n̷̖̥̗̙̠͚̑̇ḑ̵̨̛͇̈́̍̀͆̍͜s̵̪̫̫̗̿̽̒̊̈̚͜ͅ ̵̛̝͍͚̎̓͒̇̀͝a̴͔̰͔̦̓̚͝ͅn̴̜̞͎͚͖̤̅̄ḑ̷͇̖̜̰̥̗̮͒ ̷̏́́̃͑̈ͅh̷̨̡̫͈̥͍͕̽̄̀ě̷͔͈̕͠ ̷̺̪̲̟̺̬͈̓̓͌̕ͅc̵̜̦̱̲̙̞̐̑͊͘l̷̙̪̭̟̫̗̫̈ͅụ̷̧̧̭̣̱̋͝ͅt̷̯͔̩̫̅̓c̶̜͕͒̚̕h̵̢̛̘̗̯̱̻̬̎̍̀̄̓̑̉e̶̱̹͑͝d̴̛̟̉ ̸̢̳̭̺̞̘̱̀͐t̵͓̣̿̂̈́̔͊̑͘͝h̵̡̧̖̲͇́͘͜e̷̤̟̎̌ ̶̧͔̥̃̋̕e̵̢̢̼̘̼̽̄͑͊̋̑̈́̑m̵͙̼̤̈́̽͒̀̄ͅb̴̥̲̭̺̜͑̓͆͘l̴̬̭͚̗̘̄̉ë̷͔͍̘́͐̽͗͂̀͝m̸̜̲͚͙̫̱̰̈̒̈̏͛̈́ͅ ̴̛̛̺̯͚̭̖̱̰͗̀̄͠ͅa̵̲͂͌͐̇͆̈́n̷̦̈́͛̋̇͘d̵͈̘̦͇̥̱̺͒͑̃͆̽͂̿̚ͅ ̶͔̪̪͇͔̞̂ͅp̴͔̤͚̣̞͖̺̊͆͆̀̐̚ḽ̸̘͕̑͌͗̀á̴̩̑̓͆ç̵̨͋̒̂̌͆͘̕ͅé̵͎̎̐̍̈́͗͝d̴̟̎ ̶̨̛̜͕̙͚̈i̸̧̝͚̯̩͉̜͋̾͊̈́̀͐̆͝t̷͔̭̟̮̰̞͉͋ ̶̧͙̩̫̫͝ͅḭ̴͑͂̋̎̋͝͝͝n̷̳͖͊̽̃̂̌͌̔̾ ̶̲͖͉̻͗̾̏̔h̵̢̤̬̝̫͍̻̐ỉ̵̬̅̽̚s̵͚̘̦̥̹̒̎̀̈́̕͘ ̷̢̤̹̮͍̯̩̌̅̿̎c̷̛̤͚͗̌̓̓ͅͅh̷͕̲̫͍̮͉̘̥͑̃ę̶̥͙͔̻̍ͅs̷͖̱͒̋t̶̟̭͓̊̅͋̓͝.̵̪͈͐̇̀͘ ̴̧̡͇̰̇̃̈́̈́T̸͈̊͊̓͊͑̓̓͘h̵͕̙͚̹͈̥͌̔͘ȩ̵̤̇͋ ̴̰͒̿͑̓͐̄̾g̸̲͍͙̥͐o̸̟̾ḑ̷̪̱̬̲͓͕̏̂̌̇͑́͘̚s̵̭̲̼̈̾̋ ̷̡̢̣͚̩́̉̔͒̈́͜t̸̡͝r̴̘̳̱̖̰̞̬̺̾̐͂̀i̴̢̛̙̤̬̻̲͛̔́̇͑̽ͅe̷̡̬̣̝̺̝̅͂̂͜d̶͔͈̲̪̬̫̭̬͆̉ ̶̛̟̝̫͐͑ͅț̶̖͕̪̹̘̬̒͗͛̿̚̕͝͠o̶̳͈̞̭͉̗͛͆̏͘̚͝͝ ̷̨̟̳͇͆̓̓̿͘͠͠r̶̩̗̻̥͔͑̆̒̓ẻ̴̲͍̳̣̠͎̙̃̅̓͋͒̈́͆ͅs̶̡̪̠̱͕̺̟̿̏̓t̷̲̳̹̮́̉ṟ̴̛̣̳̰͇̈́͆̅̅̿ä̷̞̙̙͎̺̓͗̔́͘ȉ̷̩̤͓̹̮̮̼͊̃̕ͅn̸̨͗̔̈́̎̇͘ ̴̱̱̋̏͆́h̵̹̖̿̈́̅̔̆̄͠ì̶̖̣̫̖̚m̵̰͂̅-̶̬͔̉̆̀̋͜

T̴̢̨̕h̵͙̫͊̆́ë̴̡̱̗͔͂y̶̮͚͓̔̾̍̒ ̶̛̜̦̈́ͅt̸̖̜͇͚͗͋́͂h̵̹͖̖̝͗̈́͑̕r̶̤̖̯̥͆ë̵͍̼́̃͝͝w̷̘̄͐̈́͘ ̸̛̭͙͈͖m̶̢̈́̃e̷͖͔͓͠ ̷̞̫͖̓i̶̝̺̓́n̶̠̪̹̒͜t̴̛̳͑͝o̶͕̩̔͠ ̴̼̻̀̑̈́͘t̵̫̻̥̱͋́̆̍h̶̺̤̆̐ę̴̛͓ ̸͇͋̍́ȑ̴̲í̷̧͖̼͎̍͝v̵̢̥͚͖̒́̈e̴̡̛̠̩r̸̢̢̘̃̐̑͜.̶̨̧̲̖̇ ̸̳̳̗̣̍̂͝Ī̴̗͠ț̵͎̾̍͊ ��̧̦̲͘͠ẁ̶̛̩̚á̸̧͎̗̗̂s̶̤̈́̑̓ ̶̥̱̖͂͊͜s̴͕̻͈̓o̵͈̱͚̓͛ ̴̡́̽̕c̸͖̋ơ̵͉͚͑͑͝ḷ̷̔̅͋͛d̷͕̐̈́.̶̯͗̇ ̶͖͍̲̊A̷̦̥̔l̸͎̲̾͌̅l̷̮̯̼̂͛́ ̶̳́̑̓̊Ḭ̵̧͇̳̽̀͝ ̴̘̈͆͆c̸̤̱̺̭̊͌̃͝ǫ̴̧͔̍͗̊̂u̴̜̘̦̙͂l̷̤̬̽̅̂d̷̛̜̗͉͔͐ ̵̟̥͚̩͛̕͝͠h̶̡̩̼̲̓͒̒ȅ̴̢̡͕͈͆͋̇à̷̮̖̼̏̽̕r̵̺͌̉̈́̕ ̸̨̅͜w̸̮͙͐ë̸͇̼͕͍́̐̃̉ŕ̷͍̲͒̕é̵̺̈́̾͠ ̷͇̤͋̓s̴̤͆c̶͎̣͔̿ṛ̸͍̘͝e̸̙͗̈́̐̈́ắ̴͙̌̚m̵̪̾ŝ̸̫̖̃͂ ̶͇̟͉̟̐͛͒͐a̴̺̻̙͆̂ǹ̵̮̺̩d̸̮͛ ̸̺̬͈̚t̴̳̻̺͂͂̕͝ḫ̶̂͝͝e̷̬̤̓͋̓y̶̛̺͕͇͗͒̌ ̷̨̥͐͂̂̾ẇ̸̺̾̽̐e̵̘̘̲̰͋r̷̛͙̻̙̈͘e̴͓̜̓ ̶̢͙̊ā̶̚͜ḻ̷̝̼͙̒͐͋l̷͔̹̫̀̈ ̸̼̟̼̓́͑g̵̯̦̞͛r̸̦̪̩̀̈́a̵̱͇̾̀s̴̥͊̈͒̏p̶̤̻̓̀́̚i̷͙̖͓̖̓̊ṋ̶̡̞͓̀̾̇g̸̮̠̰̼̀̆͘ ̴̲̦͊͑̌́ḿ̸̢͚̖͗̽e̷͉̻͚͙͋̌͛.̷̱̪̝͇͌̍̅ ̷͖̼̥͑Ị̸͕͎̏͜ ̴̢̫͔̘́́̀̅c̵̨͉̺̉ǫ̸̓͂ŭ̵͚͌̕l̴̛̘̮d̶̰̼͋̿́̌ǹ̷͉̩̀̑̚’̴̨̭̻̬́̅̒̐t̸̗̱̆̈̑ ̸̗̥̠͖̓̊̚d̵̲͓͐͌̒̌i̶̜͌͌e̷̛̞̪͊͝.̵̯͍́̔̏̄ ̷̡̟͎̑̉͠Ẁ̶̩̾ḩ̷̲̘̮̅y̵̖͖͔̬̐ ̴̠͍̏č̸͙̱̪o̸̬̖̎̉ȕ̴̥̇̆͋l̴̩͍̈͊̅͗ḍ̸͔̗̞̾̓̏ň̷̨̦̻͎̅͝’̷̯̐͑t̴͕͍̆̾͌ ̷̼́Ȉ̶͚͉̺͒͐̄ ̷̡̟̣͑̀̋͛d̴͚͂̽̀͝i̵̩͒̚ḛ̵̱̫̰̃͌.̵̨̲̯͖̀̋̑ ̸̙̻͍̄̇W̶͎̊̓͂ḥ̷̽͗̾͝y̸͕͍͓͋͊ͅ ̵̞̓c̵̟͇̎̈o̸͖̹̾̓̈́̇ủ̸̯̣̻̭l̵̲̲̰͕̉͊͑d̵͕͖̗͐́̾͝n̷͊̋͜’̷̺̖̮̋̅͛ṫ̷̪̥̼̒̓̎ͅ ̸̛̯̹̎͘I̶̧̺̓ ̴̨̅̋̐͝ḍ̷̮̄̽̕͘i̷̡͕͔͈̓e̵̱̚.̸͈̆̇͊͝ ̸̯͖̑̃̾̂Ẇ̸͕̤͜ḥ̶̛̪̞̆͂́͜ỳ̶̗̩͝ ̶̨̤̌̅̿c̵̭͍͖͕̀̔o̷̱̗͝ú̴͓̫͚̊ͅl̵̞͚̈́d̶͕̫̿n̶͈̮̭̩͆’̶̟̟̦̒t̷͔̙̼͆ ̶̤̲̓́I̵̥͔͋ ̸͓̙̥̊̌d̶͓͋͐͋̚ĩ̶̧ͅe̶͇̎̇̊.̴̖̹̖̑ ̸̤̹̝̲̄̅P̵̞̣͇̾̓̍͘l̵͓͎̣̻̽̂̍e̴͎̒͋̏̒a̸̛͖͓͐s̶̫͐͂ę̵̛̩ ̴̣͕̌͒͆l̴̝̎ȩ̶̉̃t̶̬̩̻́͜ ̴̨͔̕͜m̶̢̫̻͖͑͝e̸̬̳̲̝͐̌̾̽ ̵͙́̿̌̄ḍ̴̨̱͗͆i̵͎̓̓̍͌ẽ̴̳̫̗͚̑.̵͉̙̭̓̓ ̷̫̅P̷̲̞͔̥͛l̷̜̙̥̑̇͜e̴̤͚̰̖̽͗̎͝a̵͉͊s̷̡̊̿e̶͓̔ ̸̢̹̭̓̄Í̷̧̠͙ͅ’̷͌̇͂͗͜͜m̶̻͇̯̋ ̷͚̈́s̸̹̤̟̰͑́̃͗ǫ̴͙͊͛r̸̗̿́̈͜r̸̢̞̭͋ý̶̢͈̖̐͗͝ ̶̛̰͙͔Ỉ̸̢̳͇̑ ̴̢̥̥̬̏d̶̙͉̻̯͑̈̌͗į̷̙̳̻́d̸̜̠̝̍n̷̲̂’̵̜̞̃ţ̴̔ ̵̹͍̐̓̐m̶̝̩̹̞̓̄͗̚e̵̢̱͈͕͛̾à̵̫̌͐n̸̛̛̦̅͗ẗ̵͕́̀͜ ̶̭̯̺͉́t̴͎̋ó̴̘̯̭̬ ̸͔̱̑̍̕ǰ̵͚̐̀ủ̸̯̝̯̖̀̂s̴̨̿̒͛̈t̴̲͝ ̸̠̠͎̘̓l̸͕͕̊̏̄́e̶̺̫̔t̸͖̭͆̈̐͝ ̴̯̰̀m̶͔̟̬̽̈̈́ẻ̴̺̳̳͛̓͂ͅ ̷̠̺̬̊̽̓̽d̸͔̪͎͆̚i̷̾͑̍͝ͅe̸̩̊̔ ̴̡̬̝̄͌p̷̗̎͆̆͗l̵̺̝͌͝e̶͍̞͂̍͠ä̷̺͖̟́̿̾s̶̠͔͌͌ȅ̶̘̤̻̒ ̴̰̂̄ḻ̸̛̜̀e̶͈̱̬͋̈͑t̸̛̺̝͕̹̓ ̸̺͍̗̾m̶̢͚͑̎̚͜͜e̸͈̽̊͠ ̶̲̻̉͛͝d̷̛̖̉͛͐í̵͖̪̄ȅ̷͕̽.̵̯̏͊̈́͜͠

H̸̨͔͑̏̕ŭ̴̡̝̹͙͋ň̵͒̅͜ḑ̵̛͉̞̲̠̼́͂͆̄r̴̰̟̱̯͖̄ȅ̷̡̩͖̹͙̌̔̏͜͝d̷̝̦̙̽̑š̴͓ ̶̘̻̘͎̩͍̿͊̿ő̸̦̞̽͑̌͌f̸̪̜͔͓̽ ̸̛̖͋͛̅̚y̷̰̳̖̙̕e̸̢̘̟͚̗̖͝a̸̡̠̟͌͗̄͠r̶̥͇̥̖̗͂ͅs̴͈̮̰̺̅̊͑.̶̥̋̂̄͝ ̸̦͉͍̏̄̊Ṡ̶̟̭̯̫̞̈́̓̚ỏ̸͍̲̫ ̴̪̥̞͌̓m̷̢̮̕ȕ̵̡̬̻̘̽̏c̷̻̯͕͈͔̀̌̔ẖ̴̭̘̖̽̈́ ̶̗̣͚͎̠͚̄͠t̸̡͊̀̃̎̾i̴̬̔́́͑̍̿m̴̢̤̟̺̈̿̈́̀̓͝e̴͍̦̻̩̒͗̎̾.̴̭̫̱̽̿̽ ̵͚̭̳͊̓̀̆̚͝P̴̰̮̫̮͚̿͒̽͛͠l̸̥̓͘͝e̴̘͓̋̐̑͂͝a̶͇̟̬̝͗͛̽̊́́s̴̘͖̭̈͌è̸̦͈̯͚̺̋̆̕ ̷̧̥͓͍̫̣̀̂̈̀̌Ȋ̵̧̑͝͝ ̸̟̽̽j̸̨̥̖̱͖͊͝ư̸̪̪͗̅̊̂s̸̛̟̯̒̄̊͝t̸͇̾̈́̈́̄̓̉-̵̧̰̀͗̍̂͑ͅ ̷̧̮͕̖̀̅i̴͍͙̲͆f̵̻͍̣̦̫͛̀͂̉ ̴̠̳̠̗̿̑I̴̗̒͘ ̶̢̳̗̈̌̽̇ͅc̸̖̤͊̔̈́̕o̸̬̝̮̥̺̞͂͋u̵̺͇͚̕l̷͍̺͓͒̃͐͒͝ͅd̸̻̬̝͎́̏̓ ̸̩̘̠̗̓̾̓̾g̴̮̞̦̘͝r̷̻͇̥̪̆̀̎̈́̎á̴̳̯̰͉̪̳̈̓̆ş̷̡̭͖̱̃̈́p̸̛̞̒͒̊̀̈́ ̵̣̳̑̔ỉ̴̘̰͚͖͔̲́͘̚͝͝t̸̪̼̱͌̇̃.̵̲͐̔̐ ̵͕̦͑̍̐P̷̳̂l̴̢̨̳͈͍͗̐́̚ę̴̣̠̫́͌̀̑a̴̧͎̦͉̠̮͝͝s̶̼̀̿̕e̸̞̼̘̝̟͆͂̇-̶͙̚ ̴̫̒I̵̥͐̆̊̿̉ ̴͕̤̆̽́̉͠j̶̡͕͈̯̰̯̃͘u̸̡͙̝͎̺͑̿̽̒̕s̸̖͌̽̈͐t̸̢̛͈͍̱̭̹̊̋͒͝-̸̡̬̮̬̮͛͑̀́̐͘ ̷̡̡̳̦̳͙̈́̆I̶̗͔̬̻̕ ̵̺͎̟͙͖̣̓̆̀̓̓̍ç̵͈͕̞̗̍a̸̟̟̖̋͐͋͊n̴̜̿͂̕ ̷̭͑̾͑́̽́j̷̬̋͛̍ũ̸͓̠̓̏̿͜ș̸̐͊͋͂͘t̶̠͎͔̳̾͛̂̓͆̏ ̴͓͙̜͍͉̈́b̸̛̭̜͕̱̗͑a̸̛͎͍͕̭̰r̸͈͉̖̊̌͠ę̴̦̗̪͛̍̓̑̎l̷̥͑y̴̹̠̜̘̓͒̆̈̏͝-̵̡̤͎̏̈́̌̑ ̸̲̱̱̼̥̼̆̽̐̈̿͝r̶̛͇̟̗̬̈́͌̿̊͋e̶̺̟͓̥̳͐̋ą̶̛͇̝̖̬͑̅̎̈́͘ċ̶̩̖͘̚͝ḫ̷̨̡̤̫͌̎̿̈́̒̏ ̴̙̺̥͙̱̀̓̈́̚i̵͖̙̥͂̅̂͜t̶̡̾̎͝͝ ̷̪͈̖̼̇̓͆i̸͓̹̺̪͛̀͑f̸̢̤̼͓͂̿̈́͊̊ ̵̧̦̫̚̕İ̶͙̝͓͙͑̄̅̂̚ ̶̣̬̤̎̅c̶̙͖̥̖̝͆̈́̈͝ȧ̷̧̧̹͈͈̬̅n̴͙̪̖̑͂̈́͒̈́͘ ̶̧̦͔͑͜j̸̨̪̯̱͈̣̉̇̈́͘u̶̡̟̺̟̻̘̿̋̔͋͐s̷͉̣̣͐̈̃t̴̡̨̿̅̇͌̓͝-̶̧̠͕͇̓̓̆͆̊

Jonah reached up and got a solid grip on the edge of Ţ̸̢͙̬̘̦͔͉̻͎͉̱̙̉͐̈͂̇͋̽̂͛̕͜͝͝ḧ̶̨̡̡̻̰͖̙̠͈̲̭̞̠́̉͋̔̒̀̀̌̈́́̀̓͘̚͘ȩ̶̢̧̢̡͖̭͕̻̦͖͙͓̯̦͊̏̾̽̒̈́̑̉͛̓̒̔͆͋͐͆͑ ̶̧̟̑̿͂̈́͆̅R̶̨̨̢̧̟͉͙͔̥͇͑̊͐͐̓̍̽̽̋̔͋̚i̸̛̩͙̣͊́͜͠v̷̢̛̜͋͛͗̄̈́͌͑̀̍͋̆̓͠͝e̷̲̋̂̓͝͝ŕ̷͓͎̼̙͙̞̤̗̱̥͉͓͍̖̦̇͋̌͌͐̇̀̄̕͜͝. He shakily pulled himself up and out of the water. Į̵̩̯͓̮̣͉̗̫̹̿͋̈́̾̇̋́̌͆͛̊̚t̵̬͓̮̮̬̣͋̊͘͜ ̶̙̣̟̬̩̝̺̱̞̏͆̀̇̈́͆̄͒̈́̔̊̊̂̑͝ͅẃ̶̡̛̗̺̓ą̸̺̜̗̦̯͖̖͕̼͕̲̪͒̅̀̐̐̓͒͊͑̉̚̚ͅs̶̻̹̎̈́̆̋͑́̒́̕ ̴̤͚͇̘̺̩͈̫̻̙͓̪̮̥̫̋̏͒̔͑̿̓̐́̿̈̚͠͝͝s̴̨͎͍͚̠̝̥̅͛͋͜o̶͍̳͎͈͆̾̈́̃̉̈́͛͘͝͠ ̴̧̤̗̯̗̺̞̼͙̘͈̩̘̤̮͊͊͌̇̇̉̌̋̈̊̍̐͗̏͘͜͠͝č̸͙̣̜̟̣̜͍̩̳͆̈̀́̌̍́̌͂͊̕͝o̵̮̟̰̳̝̹͈̗̖̙͉̣̮̣̳̻̙͊͆̈́̀͆̎͛͑͒̌͝͠l̴̩̻̖̮̎̆ḋ̴̛̇͋̅͐͒͛͋͐̋̈́́̕͜͝.̶͉̆̓͋̉̚͝͠

He shuffled himself over- he hadn’t.. walked in so long.. he hadn’t.. thought.. in so long.. He reached over to a pomegranate tree and devoured most of them.

Ḁ̴̺̉̐̈́́̐̚̚̚͝ ̷̡̨̝̥̥̻̏̓̓͌̈́̾̋͝g̷̡̘͈̪͆̍̈́̐͆͒͌̚͜͝ͅǫ̵̬͖̲͎͈̝͕͇͔̰̳̯͇̲̜̞̀̔̓́̚ḍ̷̺͕̥͙̙̙̣͎̺̪̈́͑̒̚ ̵̙̥͇̳͚͓̙̜̩̜͎͛́̓̓̒̄͛̌̑̿̊̈́ͅa̷͇̖̓̏̍p̵̢͈̬̞̘̣̫͉͆̒̈́͒̄̄̒͑͜͠͝͠ͅp̵̢̳̺͓͇͇͉̙͙̭̼̬͎̉̏͒̓́́͑͘̚̚͠͝r̵̨̦̹̘̊͐̋͊̾͌̑̓̍́́̌̾ó̸̡͔̭̮͙̼̣̺̖̬̜̩͔͔̜̈̾̔͂͗̑̄͐̈́͌͘͜͝ą̶̨̟̤̗̝͎̣̫̃͂c̸̰̜̦̺̖̭͚͊͑̉̊̈̂͝͠ͅh̴̡̡̖̫̘͓̟̯͓̖͉̹̪̓͂͐̇̑̕ͅę̵̛̯͇͎̬̩̥͎̮͕͇̣̞̈́̒͒̔̔̑̂̀̈́̾͘̚͜͝d̵͎̟̹̳͖̯̘̲͈̺̙͎̯̙̗̝͙̐͂̇͑̀̊ ̴̧͕͕̗͕̞͖̰̥̞̙̳̾̾͒̏̅̈̀̒̕̕͝͝h̵̡̗͉̠̳͙̻̥͚̤̙̠̥͚̗̩̒̀͂́́͗̀͂̀̽̅̉́͒͝͠͠ǐ̴̩͍͔̥̲̟̓̎́̅̌̕m̵̰͍̣̲̩̭̣̰͈̱͕͉̤̦̪͙̲̓͌͐͂̀̈́͛͂͊.̵̨̛̥̩̩͓̜̪͚͎̩̿̿̂̊̽̀̋̎͠

[will be continued. can you blame me for not finishing it all look at how long this already is lol]

[unnecessary-database]

i haven’t seen the ep yet and i don’t mean to distract or add to the suffering but y’all i made the words work! exciting times

[corvidprompts]

“Jesus christ eat the goddamn mac and cheese.” scowls the hero “I can hear your stomach growling through your armor, you know.”

The villain blinks “You-”

“Are feeding you, yes. If all I wanted to do was punch people and throw criminals in jail, I would’ve become a vigilante. Heroism involves kindness, dipshit.”

[blissfulalchemist]

Orange, olive, amethyst, and hazel for Cat :)

Orange - What are some of your comfort foods?

Other than sweets and desserts? Well Kraft Mac and Cheese with some cooked hog dogs thrown in. Also just making family recipes is a comfort as smelling the spices brings me back to some good memories.

Olive - What is your Greek personality type? (sanguine, phlegmatic, choleric, or melancholic)

If I’m remembering them correctly I tend to see myself as a more phlegmatic type of person, however I had to be on the safe side and took a quiz to see what it said and it gave me my highest being melancholic and phlegmatic coming in second. I can’t argue with the description that the quiz gave me. 

“The melancholic temperament is fundamentally introverted and thoughtful. Melancholic people often were perceived as very (or overly) pondering and considerate, getting rather worried when they could not be on time for events. Melancholics can be highly creative in activities such as poetry and art - and can become preoccupied with the tragedy and cruelty in the world. Often they are perfectionists. They are self-reliant and independent; one negative part of being a melancholic is that they can get so involved in what they are doing they forget to think of others.” 

Okay maybe not the last few lines as those do not fit me I feel. 

Amethyst- What is your aesthetic?

Hmmm I want to say like a soft, nerdy, cottagecore aesthetic maybe. I don’t know how much of one I have to really put a name to it. But it does feel almost girly I know that much.

Hazel - What kind of folklore/myths/stories are told in your family/community?

We always told each other of ghost stories and stories of creatures in the night that would come to take us in the night if we were naughty children. Which sounds weird I know but its just what my family did, if it wasn’t those it was stories of our family and those that have passed on. Sure none of the stories are like the great myths that everyone knows about but there’s a quality to them that feels like them. Our own personal tales of conquest and heroism and a remembrance of where we came from.

[ao3feed-supercorp]

Mac and Cheese and Heroism

by unnecessary_databass

When National City's Most Annoying Villain seems to need more help than policing, Supergirl's moral compass is really spinning in all directions. At least she has her totally innocent best friend Lena, who has never done anything wrong in her life, ever, and who Kara is most definitely not in love with.

Words: 6019, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Additional Tags: how suspicious, Lena always had a flair for the dramatic, Kara could not possibly be more annoyed, If Only They Knew

from AO3 works tagged 'Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor' http://bit.ly/2I1Kl2z via IFTTT http://archiveofourown.org/works/17718518

[the-firebird69]

This ring is reserved for when you start dating someone and it means that you're together and it is restricted to that and I agree and my husband agrees and I had one from him and I still have it and I got it back and no that's not true and we know where it is and we know who has it and it's a No-No for him to have it and he Tommy f is also after the wedding ring and he's a f**** he wants to grab to a woman's body so we can take care of the problem and he's saying it in My sacrifice the movie another video that he's going to take his body and make him think that he's doing the women thing and he's really really rude. But this is a concept and it's for friendships and it's a bond it's like a club but it's a closer knit group of friends you can be in the club but have a circle of friends with the club ring aspects to it this is seven of you say really eight usually and you all have the ring and it has something similar not this exact symbol because but it does have something to do with the heart because your friends and you have members of it and some clubs will take it serious and put so many hearts on it or heart-shaped diamonds or heart-shaped are cubic zirconia and say you're a member of a motor cycling club and it would be like the Miami dolphins motorcycle club and you are Harley-Davidson Rider club and you have the Miami dolphins symbol and then you have the friendship hearts how many people in your closest group and then you are running around and you do football code to go through and get through your day to support each other it's like a support group s and super Friends and it's shown that our ring made it to the super Friends and you each have your own genre and sometimes when you have a ring of friends they're from different clubs but your ring of friends has a certain ring on it and these are secret of clubs so you just order the rings and you don't tell who you are and people want to know if we can tell who people are. And then there's you know there's aspects to it you can add to it with your club if you're all Superman and Superwoman friends you make the Superman Superwoman ring but you make it a friendship ring as well and you have a club of maybe eight people or 16 or 12 and you are friends and you are all the same type of persons and it's a great idea it's a ring of friends and it can be across anything it can have a common theme or it can be just that your friends but a lot of people will have a common theme and some people would be like Masons who are friends and there are masons all over the world and you make friends with people when you're working and you know people across the country and you know people in Texas and you ask for work and you relocate and you would have friendship rings for being Masons and it would probably balloon into Freemasonry which is a form of superhero

Some people have a few circles of friends like my husband with a common theme but mostly it's about working together to support each other.

Others have ideas too and they're offering them now

Hera Zeus

He took the poop pill and we're upset but really he needs it not as much but dollhouse calcium and will suggest he has crackers maybe a little cheese it says probably penuts and we agree. Huge effort today croissant to survive. Support groups are formed and they go missing but people still will remember them and their ring and membership items will be in the hall in one of their homes. We have several deals no works winners with The Incredibles they heard that his act was out of heroism he was doing something illegal and he's doing it now and his first is Mac a little bit installing a lot and he's going to be a huge hero and Matt can't help him if he wants because he's a warlock, we're accepting cars lunch ride to form a dealership in California this is good maybe pretty big it'll be a bridge and Stratton Coleman dealership and I like how my husband puts it together and I'm talking no it's Thor Freya we did the last paragraph but they interjected and it's good okay I interjected but that's a good idea and I want to go ahead with it now and it's huge and Thor Freya I'm going to help and saying it now and his idea is pretty simple and they would be selling tons of cars to their own and that's why a lot of them will be boxed and he opened an assembly plant there would be nice and really it would be nice if he did because they're not too good at assembling them and he can set it up pretty soon and we're going to go ahead and help

And we're back and understand it was important and yeah the rings for The Incredibles it's one of our deals and it's with Pixar and they have a huge number of rings that they want made every character each one of them has a ranking system within a person's area and sent sizes. Our son says for those who deliver these and are making them it's a special insignia of Honor and it's a patch but it's a high honor and for even those who are lower on the totem pole. For those who must know our son made high honors at Wentworth and they put him down a little bit on purpose and messed his grades up but high honors is what he means and he knows what it is he had the special tassels and he had a special smock thing and in the diploma it was special and it should be higher up and we have one for him as a matter of fact Mike Green and mac and others do that was due to him and what he says is I can accept it from you guys as honorary but I went through hell with you and that's the degree that I could get as going through hell and so they know it's real. Pictures huge but the police are calling us tons of them ours too. My son says you guys aren't with it you're like shield in our cops should go into the shield agency they're doing it right now in trolls and Max are and more like they're trying to get in huge numbers of them too. We're now hearing a Battle cry and it's going up and I'll explain it. This is going to be something we've got huge numbers of our cops joining shield they're a massive orders for the ring. Answer the police ring and police officers are having trouble keeping people due to drop out and it's a group ring for a precinct and you earn the ring it's not that tough you do several traffic stops and arrests and you're in it's a club and it's vicious it's a wonderful thing there's no manufacturer that can keep up with the need. We are supplying them of the Ring and tons of them it is a huge huge thing as we filled so many orders and now the orders are rolling in very quickly globally. Oh are fighting to keep the clones out and need this build a 30 dedicated to police rings and we're going to do it now in firemen. It's going on now this discussion and this is going to need more than one they says you're kidding they're not very big and they said for this it might and I said no I don't think so and we can turn out thousands of octillion an hour a lot more than that I was saying it up now it's gigantic. And Tommy f is not special no. Is the breakaway Republic with a funny frontal lobe due to surgery now I'm moving on this stuff and his idea is great that dedicated factory might not be enough for the globe though and he says let's calculate it and we're doing it then we're getting a huge orders. And the fraternal order of Police is not what it is we getting orders for those two and that is a real police organization they were not doing it for associations or frauds we're reporting them as of this time we have 300 million fraudulent police organizations lots of them are McCain half. The other half from warlock. We're producing these now and we're doing it. And posting this is making morlock antsy. You have an organization in the sending it in it's an approved organization too and it is they say not to be mentioned they can talk to each other. So you feel better and we're making a ton of these rings it is a huge deal.

The pizza places are going nuts we have pizza places in Alaska for the rings I said we'll send quigon they start laughing and said no we need the ice road truckers the real ones they said they're not real busy no so we'll have to send it with him when I attach a small tandem to each one they start laughing no seriously yeah we can get them up there I want them tonight they said what's the time zone you have any leeway on that now they're laughing and said you have to do it over there and you'll be ready over here instead we going to send to both so you get yours earlier so stay warm and remember if it's just going to get colder and we used to it they said we don't have to do it they're sending these cars from South Korea and they're making as many as they can and they're not keeping up and it's the older version and all the stupid electronic s*** and they're not listening as a skillet knocks it out within the first few days a lot of these dealers want to have cars at work and our son said he can sell it to him it might be a pain in the ass. And the plant has both in it and it's from Korea and he says I like those I said yeah cuz you run over one Skillet or you go by one building and it's the wrong time and your car is done and they get up and walk away cuz the stupid thing Shields them they're not upsetting part but. Tons of people want it including clones and they're trying to get the car straight down and lots of a crap and they said they have a program and it's not the greatest cuz they're still not EMP proof or even slightly BMP proof and ours can go through a violent electrical storm he brings and Stratton and Coleman definitely will because it's all solid state and it has lightning systems on it the EMP systems it's not a bad looking car and we have one that's like 2500 bucks and brings and Stratton and Coleman they look decent as a sedan so this guy wanted one real bad and he went to pay for it Lewis said we'll go get you one so he's got one coming and he got it tonight and said that's amazing how do you do that he said I don't know you asked for it and you want to get one and we wanted to help you get one and I know the value of it it's valuable he said well strike me a deal so he struck me to do. And we struck him a deal we should just drive around you know that I'm playing to do all right how else does it kind of make it work and it's difficult here they really need it bad he said there's a ton of it they feel bad for him and he says just charges my bike up he started laughing but really it's a heartache this is too much of it so he's selling it and they're they're ordering them.

The great idea it's working very well I was selling tons of rings but this one is important the police ring

And the force that is buying the other ring is important too

Thor Freya

[katrinajg]

So, I am actually working on a new chapter of ISSH, even if it doesn't seem like that since it's been a while since the last update. Currently at about 13k words, so it should be soon. *crosses fingers*

In the meantime, in-between time, how about an excerpt? 

Come on, ya know ya wanna... 

>>>He scarcely remembers the walk, and he certainly doesn’t have the wherewithal to bother with circling the block more than once before he’s pushing open the boarded-up door to Ticonderoga’s reception area. It didn’t feel like he was being followed, and Deacon’s paranoia is pretty healthy, so in this one moment of weakness, he’s going to trust that and not triple check it in duplicate.

When he makes it up to the main floor of the safehouse, the elevator doors open to a full house. Everyone has crowded around, looking anxious and relieved in the same breath. Deacon hesitates a moment before stepping out of the elevator; it’s a relief that he doesn’t have to talk about Quincy falling, clearly, they already know, but he hopes that he isn’t about to get delicate “Sorry, Dee”s. That’s not what he wants. 

High Rise steps forward first. “Hey, man. We heard. About Quincy.”

“Yeah,” Deacon replies, voice monotone as he stands there limply.

“Oh, Dee,” Parade sighs somewhere to the right of him and as if that’s what the group had been waiting for, a dozen hands reach for him at once and he’s pulled into a massive hug.

He doesn’t break down the way he did with Nick. Doesn’t quite trust these people with that sort of vulnerability, even if he does trust them with his life, but he does let them pull him toward the living area couches. He pulls off his gear when High Rise tells him to take it off and accepts the blanket from Jolene, and later the bowl of mac and cheese from Codsworth. He lets the conversation of Ticon wash over him while he’s sandwiched between HR and Parade on the couch. It’s about as safe as he feels outside of a vault or the agency.

Eventually, Uncle takes the empty bowl from his hands and Drummer Boy gives him a glass of purified water, and Parade offers some of her Jet if he wants to take the edge off, but Deacon shakes his head. After a time, conversation falls off when they’ve updated Deacon on the goings on, and cards are pulled out. He doesn’t play. Deacon falls asleep sometime around the fifth game.

When he wakes again, he’s alone on the couch and it’s dark. At first, he’s not quite sure about that and he pulls his off sunglasses to double check, but when the room doesn’t lighten significantly, Deacon has to accept that he’s slept the afternoon and evening away. Despite that, he still feels tired, and if he wasn’t also hungry, he’d probably just go back to sleep. With a quiet sight, Deacon swings himself off the couch; he hates that ‘dealing with shit’ has to be so exhausting.

“They considered waking you for supper, but you didn’t stir at their noise and High Rise decided to leave you sleep,” JH says lowly when Deacon has turned on the kitchen overhead light.

“Thanks, I guess,” he replies as he browses the fridge for leftovers. He spots some casserole of indeterminate make and takes the small dish out to warm up.

“Have you not been sleeping?”

Deacon shrugs. “Sorta. Nick’s been keeping me busy.”

“Ah,” JH says with a hint of laughter in his voice.

“And…I think trying to keep from exploding in anger on a semi-daily basis has been kinda counteracting the sleep I do get.” Deacon tosses the casserole mess into a pot warming on the burner and adds, “Maybe. Who can say for sure, really?”

“Because of Quincy?”

“I guess. That’s what Nick thinks, anyways.”

“And what do you think?”

“I don’t know.”

JH makes a noise of disbelief but doesn’t push, apparently content to let Deacon answer truthfully in his own time. When the casserole is warmed through, Deacon dumps it back in the dish it came from and heads back to the couch with a Nuka Cola. He arranges himself under the blanket again before eating the casserole in a few giant mouthfuls. It’s hardly pretty, but he doesn’t much care.

When he’s finished, Deacon set the dish down on the edge of the hubflower planter/coffee table in front of him and cracks the Nuka Cola open on the edge of the table. The metal edge of the small table face is worn almost round from hundreds of bottles opened the same way. After the first sip of the soda, Deacon says somewhat suddenly,

“I don’t want to be the Lone Wanderer.”

“Well, I’m afraid that vertibird has flown.”

Of all the answers Deacon imagined JH might’ve had, that wasn’t one. He frowns.

“So, what? Too bad, so sad? It’s my life. I choose.”

“If you want to choose to cripple yourself, then yes, you have a choice. If you want to be practical about it, grow up and stop accepting your father’s misguided view of the world.”

Deacon stares agape at the JH’s camera, feeling stung and surprised. It takes a moment for him to find his footing.

“Don’t talk about my father like that,” he snaps.

“And why not? Because it’s in poor taste to speak ill of the dead—though they hardly care what we think one way or another. Or perhaps because that pedestal you have him on is weak and all it needs is a good push to topple.”

“Stop.”

“No. If what we plan is to work, you must come to terms with the fact that you have two views of the world and only one is valid in the Wasteland,” JH says with some force, “What James taught you to believe about the world, what he believed was true, made a martyr of him. He was a fool—”

“How dare you—”

“How dare I say aloud the things you already think? Should we examine the choices he made that last day? Refusing Autumn the code for the purifier was idiotic, especially with the very clear threat of death. There was no need to die, he could have given the Colonel the code and returned with the Brotherhood at his back, he could have agreed to work with the Enclave and internally subverted us, he could have agreed to join Autumn against me, he could have chosen a dozen other possibilities that did not leave him dead in that chamber, but James didn’t believe in living to fight another day.”

“Dying for what you believe in isn’t wrong, or foolish, or idiotic. And if you had any shred of humanity, you’d know that,” Deacon seethes, knuckles white on the Nuka Cola bottle.

“Indeed? Remind me then, which one of us left you alone in this world?”

“Fuck you, Eden.”

JH has the audacity to laugh. “You already know I’m right, John. The Lone Wanderer is just a convenient name you’ve taken to represent all the things you learned about the world outside the vault, all the things that don’t agree with James’ skewed ideas of the world.”

“The Lone Wanderer is a monster. I don’t want to be anything like him.”

“No. The only monster is the shellacked memory of your father that keeps you at odds with yourself. The Wanderer lives in the imperfect world of the Wasteland, the world we all live in, and as such is an imperfect being. He does good and ill, just as we all do.” JH speaks of the Wanderer kindly, as if he’s a beloved friend, and in the next moment JH’s voice is harsh and critical, “You, John, are still living as though you are 19 and in the vault—an isolated place where every little mistake was compounded tenfold by the scarcity of freedom and the only ultimate good was to die in service of it.”

Deacon slams his Nuka Cola bottle down on the coffee table, heedless of the noise that it makes and stands, barely conscious of the real possibility that they’ll wake the entire safehouse if they keep arguing like this.

“You, of all people, have no right to be critical of the vault, my upbringing, or my father, when you, yourself, employed similar bullshit tactics in the Enclave.”

“Good to see we’re starting to make progress on this; shame that you have to angry to think clearly on the issue,” JH replies, exceedingly calm and Deacon wants to hit him. “And I am perfectly qualified to talk about this because, yes, in that former life, I did exactly the same thing. I won’t deny that.

“I have little doubt that James did not start out his tenure in the vault with the same views he had when he left it, but that’s what happens when you live in isolation. All you need is one rational sounding voice to repeat the same thing over and over and over again until one day you wake up believing the lie.

“In James’ case, the rational voice was his own because the lie he was selling was not to himself, John, but to you. And he said it so many times to you that he ended up believing it himself. Had Autumn pulled his coup 19 years before you were born, I have no doubt that James would have chosen to do one of the things I outlined before; however, living that long in the isolation of the vault skewed his view of the world. He mistakenly believed in the idea that the ultimate good is sacrifice.

“A belief that you cling to even now because the idea that he left you for any other reason is painful to contemplate.” JH pauses a moment and the ensuing silence is deafening. Deacon closes his eyes, furious, hurt, and betrayed all over again. “The simple fact of the matter is that James was as flawed as any of us. He made a mistake, he believed the lie and died because of it. There is no greater meaning to it than that, John. No nobility or heroism in it.”

Hot tears leak out of the corners of Deacon’s eyes as he whispers, “He didn’t — he didn’t even say goodbye.”

“I know,” JH replies sadly.

“Why didn’t he love me more than that stupid purifier?”

“I can’t answer that.”<<<

[pappydaddy]

Homer, leaf and piano ❤️ (for the ask game)

You got it lovely! Also, sorry for the late reply, I didn’t get a notification about this ask so I am going to have to figure out how to fix that!

Homer: (1) Personally, I feel like it’s important to be a mixture of brave and kind. They are both important, what’s the point of being brave if you aren’t somewhat kind? I associate braveness with heroism because it’s kinda the definition of heroism and I also associate kindness with heroism. Ultimately, if I had to choose one, I would say kindness because bravery can come over time (ex: Neville Longbottom). (2) I absolutely love to read. Currently, I am reading Jane Eyre and (ironically) I have The Illiad lined up to read next. I am also reading The Tempest for one of my uni classes right now. My favourite place to read is my front porch at the end of summer/beginning of fall. My second favourite place is a hammock on a nice breezy summer day!

Leaf: (1) Summer. Hands down. Summer is my favourite season. I love swimming and the beach. When I was younger, I could not tolerate the heat because we get very humid summers where I live, but I’ve grown out of that in a way I guess. Now, I love the sun and I get so many freckles (which I used to hate, but now I love). Fall is a very close second. I also love winter, but I hate the icy roads and snowstorms. (2) Mac and Cheese or Pizza. I could eat Mac and Cheese every single day and never grow tired of it! Pizza and breadsticks are other things that never fail to make me feel better! 

Piano: (1) I don’t have one genre that I love, but I have kicks where I obsess over one genre more than another. Right now, it’s 70s/80s rock (the classics), classical, and early 2000s punk pop. But other than my current obsessions, I pretty much love all genres of music, but I listen to less rap than anything else. (2) I do not play any musical instruments. I was always more athletic than musically inclined. But I dance so I do understand music a little bit! (3) I have a lot of favourite musical artists, right now, I am living for Charlotte Sands song “Dress” but I would have to say Queen is on top of the list. Bon Jovi, The Beatles, Bruce Springsteen, Taylor Swift, 5 Seconds of Summer, Bon Iver, Olivia O’Brein, Conan Grey, The Smiths,  and many more are also at the top of the list!

Thank you for the ask lovely! Feel free to send some more in everyone! 

[unnecessary-database]

More Mac&Cheese

Kara catches hell for feeding that villain the next morning at the DEO. Well, hell like J'onn shaking his head and sighing "I suppose that is your trademark," after letting Alex shout incredulously at her for three and a half full minutes. Kara stands slumped against the main control panel through it all while Winn definitely does not chuckle as she gets berated. Kara huffs a quick freeze breath at the back of Winn's neck in retaliation, setting him to yelping like a puppy, and she has the brief satisfaction of seeing J'onn bite back a smile.

 Kara goes to work at CatCo, where she pitches an article about the sustainability of bridges around National City, gets shut down, tries again with a pitch about the dangers of old structures and gets the tentative go-ahead. She schedules interviews with all the right officials and gets to digging. She discovers, to her immense displeasure, that Dr. Kieran was correct last night, the bridge she was trying to blow up was old and several other whistle-blowers about that exact bridge have been silenced. Kara sets up interviews with them too and just like that, it's time to meet Lena for lunch at L-Corp. 

Kara feels the familiar rush of anticipation in the walk up to Lena's office, and the usual rush of relief as she sees Lena whole and smiling delightedly at her, the warmth that's the same every time as Lena folds her into a hug. She ignores it all. This is totally normal to feel about your best friend. Totally normal.

"I brought your favorite," she says, holding up containers of mac and cheese, and is rewarded with Lena's grin. "Since I know you haven't been eating enough, so don't even think about telling me you had a big breakfast. You're finishing this."

Lena holds up her hands in surrender at Kara's stern tone. "Yes, ma'am," she promises, still grinning and taking the containers in her hands, and Kara relaxes slightly. "Not sure how you know I haven't been eating enough, but I guess I'm on the naughty list until you deem otherwise."

Kara trips over the carpet. Lena raises an eyebrow. 

"You're--you're not--you're not on the naughty list!" Kara splutters. Half of Lena's mouth rises like she's trying not to smile. "And don't question my best friend powers! I know when you haven't been eating."

"Sees you when you're sleeping, huh?"

"Oh shut up," Kara mutters, face red and shoving at Lena, who's smiling in full now. "We all know you don't sleep, and that's next on my list of things to fix."

"So many dirty responses to that line I will keep to myself," Lena says on the inhale, and Kara closes her eyes as they sit down on the couch, praying for either patience or something stronger. She opens her eyes to see Lena biting down on both her lips to keep her mouth shut on all the words she knows will render Kara speechless for a full thirty seconds. "Okay," Lena says, handing Kara a container and picking up her own. "Talk to me, what's the latest article?"

Kara waits for Lena to start eating before launching into her latest about the faulty bridge. Lena raises her eyebrows appreciatively. "Nice, Miss Ace Reporter." Kara blushes. "Where'd you get the idea?"

Kara shrugs, not sure how to respond without giving herself away. "I was just chatting with Winn about some cool new building going up on the South Side, you know, and he mentioned how old some of the stuff in the city is, despite it being overall much newer than places on the East Coast. I got interested. Figured there was a story in there somewhere."

Lena smiles like she knows something as she pokes at her dish in a way that reminds Kara strangely of Dr. Kieran last night. "I'm very impressed, Miss Danvers. Better it's you raking the muck than someone who'd rather just blow it all up to get attention drawn, right?"

Kara's smile is a little held back in guilt this time. It's funny that Lena would phrase it like that.

[ao3feed-dctvfemslash]

Mac and Cheese and Heroism

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2I1Kl2z

by unnecessary_databass

When National City's Most Annoying Villain seems to need more help than policing, Supergirl's moral compass is really spinning in all directions. At least she has her totally innocent best friend Lena, who has never done anything wrong in her life, ever, and who Kara is most definitely not in love with.

Words: 6019, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Additional Tags: how suspicious, Lena always had a flair for the dramatic, Kara could not possibly be more annoyed, If Only They Knew

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2I1Kl2z

[docandprof]

In Which I’m Uncomfortable

Hey bud!

How exciting to be writing back to you on All Hallow’s Eve Eve, because of course I’m not just going to call it Halloween. Goodness, has October, 2017 been a month for the books. Life sure is something, isn’t it? I’ve had no lack of things to do this long while, and it sounds like you’ve had plenty to do as well. Despite all of your worries and turmoil you conveyed in that last post, I couldn’t help but smile and laugh at how you tell your stories - it’s like you’re sitting across from me telling it for real - so thanks for the laughs! Let’s get on with it now.     

First of all, if this girl really is cooler than me, you had better go and catch her, and let her know how you feel, and also how cool she is. Apparently, it’s very. I can tell just from your writing that you are hopelessly into this girl, and you can bet your bottom dollar I would’ve kicked your butt into gear if I was with ya - but there’s no use worrying about things undone and unsaid! So, if you are still regretting that, forget about it. Here’s my advice: don’t just tell her how you feel or hold her hand or something to get the message across. That stuff - it’s too orthodox for you. Do you know who you are? Have you forgotten your roots? You, sir, are a weirdo. And Jaynie, I don’t know her, but she sounds like a weirdo too. It’s not just anyone who would draw you a super-manatee, wear your dry shoe, eat mac and cheese for breakfast, give you candy recommendations at two in the morning, and investigate the linguistics of Star Wars - and this is just what I know from a few paragraphs. Correct me if I’m wrong, but it seems that she meets your criteria for an ideal girlfriend. When it comes to strong emotions like this, you can’t just sit around and wait. My roundabout way of getting to the point being - you’re not normal, so why are you worrying that you didn’t do any of the “normal” things to signal how you feel? I think this is better. Now you have the opportunity to do something that’s more you. You could make her a heart shaped pancake and mail it to her, or compose America’s next top love ballad on the recorder, or send her a carrier pigeon with cheesy love poetry. All I’m saying is that now you have a golden opportunity to show her how you feel in a way all your own - none of that normal, boring stuff the rest of us do. No no. You’re much more creative than that. So let her know, as soon as you can, because she won’t wait around forever ya know. 

Now that we’ve at least addressed that, it sounds like you’ve been doing tons of fun stuff! I would love to go camping like you and your friends did. I do miss the great outdoors. And it’s starting to feel a bit unfair how many great musicians you’ve gotten to see these past two months! I’m glad your classes are going well, and I’m pleased to say the same, assuming this Managerial Accounting exam doesn’t spook me into failure tomorrow night. It seems that in my last post I didn’t really fill you on anything I’m doing this semester with more than one sentence per item, so I’ll try and fill you in more. Oh, and that’s sort of where this week’s title is coming from - I pretty much operate outside of my comfort zone on a daily basis. I’ve been doing lots of new things, kind of all over the place. Just trying to decide where to begin is getting overwhelming. (Quick side-note about being overwhelmed: earlier I was sitting in bed, as I am still, thinking about the fact that I am reclining over 30 ft above ground with thousands of pounds of the 4th floor above me, which is kind of crazy. Whose idea was it to start building vertically?) 

I think I’ll discuss only honors related things for now so this post doesn’t get out of hand. Being an Honors Ambassador has been tons of fun so far! Everything really kicked off after my first tour, which I gave on my own without ever giving a tour or even attending an event as an ambassador, so I just told myself “If they get a bad tour then they will have had a sub-par tour of an academic institution, so really it could be worse,” and then I really wasn’t too worried. They even told me I did great when I asked how it was! Since then I’ve worked information sessions for two fall preview days where I talk about the Honors community in front of a group and then lead a smaller group on a tour. After the first group tour I was talking with this lovely prospective student, and I made some comment on how I could tell she was pretty interested in the HC, even though she seemed pretty introverted because I knew what it was like as a fellow introvert, to which she replied that I was doing a great job at hiding it. So that was funny, albeit perhaps a bit unprofessional, but I’m beginning to find more value in simple laughter and making human connections than I used to. I must say I have become quite the extrovert when I’m all dressed up for tours. I was joking with a professor I had last semester for my heroism seminar - ya know, securing my free spot on the trip to Transylvania she’s leading for Maymester, and telling her how ready I was to inspire the youth of America. Exactly a year ago from now I think I would have run away and had a breakdown in the corner at the thought of any of that ^. I told Rachel that I think being in a position that forces me to be energetic and positive is good for my health, because I’ve just felt happier after those events. Other honors related thing: my honors class on quality of life! This class has been quite interesting and different from others I’ve taken. Firstly, I really like the professor and that makes a big difference when I compare it to some of my other classes. I usually have lunch with him and other honors faculty and students during our weekly Tuesday HC lunch. Again, a year ago, I never would have done something like this, which I’m just now realizing how crazy it is how much my mentality has changed in just one year. Anyways, the course! We are working with community partners in urban poor communities in an attempt to talk with residents and identify what factors influence their well-being. I am in the group working with the Hub, a neighborhood center that primarily serves kids, because when asked, they adults said they wanted a safe place for the kids to play, because these kids are wild. So we tried to come up with some programming to get the parents more involved and just to come at all, hoping that we could talk to them. So last Friday we had a pumpkin carving event and it was a hit! The pastors that manage the Hub said it was the most parental involvement they’ve ever seen in the year they’ve been here. This goes along with the discomfort thing. I’ve never really worked with poor communities before. I suppose there are a lot of things we don’t realize from our comfortable socioeconomic viewpoint. Last Wednesday I went door to door through the neighborhood to invite people to Friday’s event, which was an experience I would certainly define as uncomfortable. And at the event itself there were over ten kids whose parents weren’t there so I was helping out the kids with their pumpkins which was actually pretty fun, even if I can be sort of awkward around kids at times. This is already getting long enough, so I’ll tell you more about...everything next time we see each other. 

Readers’ Digest on the rest: Working with Colombian students, I’ve made a friend and want to visit Colombia the more I learn about it. Work is still great, it is weird being an instructor though. I also recorded a Photoshop tutorial video for work, which could probably be better, but was still an interesting and new experience. Seeing John and Hank Green live was awesome! I also saw Alton Brown’s show with DJ, which was a super entertaining food science comedy show. I carved the most amazing pumpkin I’ve ever carved, we got our oven fixed, and I registered for the spring semester last week - and am hoping to renew my housing contract to stay in my apartment this week! 

Apparently I had a lot to say. Sorry for all the reading. My ideal Halloween costume: a student excited to be taking an accounting exam. That would be ideal. Just kidding. Honestly, since I didn’t do anything costume related this year, I haven’t put much thought into it. I know I mentioned dressing as Petyr Baelish would be fun, but I think anything with a cloak or some old timey robes would be enjoyable for me. Maybe if I try hard enough, I could dress up as just a cloak, instead of a guy wearing a cloak. Also, I love Too Many Zooz, thanks for the recommendation! My recommendation for you: get out of your comfort zone! Love is an uncomfortable emotion sometimes, so just embrace it and put yourself out there! Good luck with everything buddy! Let me know what you’re dressing up as for Halloween, because I’m sure you’re doing something! Oh and I almost forgot the question I wanted to ask you: can you think of a cool Dungeons and Dragons magic item? It can be anything - anything at all. Or multiple anythings. Now I’m done!

Your loquacious friend,

Souls

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Mac and Cheese and Heroism

"Not that this isn't very gracious of you and all," Dr. Kieran says, swallowing forcibly over a very large forkful of macaroni and stabbing another bite, this one impossibly larger somehow, "But precisely why are you feeding me?" She chews ridiculously fast, swallows again. "Aren't we, I don't know, enemies or something?"

Supergirl sighs. "Superhearing," she explains, gesturing to her ears. "I could literally hear your stomach growling. It was driving me up the wall. Hurt me it was grumbling so loud. Don't you supervillian types eat?"

Dr. Kieran gives her half a smirk, sarcastic and cold, just visible because of the way she's pulled up the lower half of her balaclava. Supergirl can only see up to her mouth, and a jaw that can cut through glass. Somehow she's woven lead filaments into her balaclava, effectively blocking x ray vision. "I'm so sorry," she says in a voice that could somehow melt chocolate, clearly not sorry. "But you wouldn't have to hear it if you weren't in my way."

Supergirl rolls her eyes and scuffs a boot absently. "Yeah, well, you were trying to blow up the very bridge we're standing on. So, I sort of had to stop you. It's in the contract."

Dr. Kieran, who has shoveled another massive bite of macaroni and cheese into her mouth, glares pointedly at her feet, bound up in a special wire that she herself invented that Supergirl used against her. Supergirl had tied her up and been back in a flash with a tupperware full of leftover mac and cheese, which Dr. Kieran had had accepted reluctantly before diving in ravenously. "The same way it's in the contract of the city not to let people drive over faulty bridges?"

Supergirl hesitates. Frowns. Mutes the voice in her comms that's been exasperatedly screaming bloody murder for the past minute and a half and asks carefully, "How faulty?"

Dr. Kieran narrows green eyes while pushing the remaining macaroni to the side of the dish to fork it up more easily. "Use that x-ray vision of yours. How many more weeks do you think it's going to take of sixteen-wheelers coming in hot before the foundations crack even worse? It's a bomb waiting to explode. I'd rather take it down now, when almost no one is on it, than wait for a pedestrian disaster."

Supergirl hesitates further, then gives in. She looks down into the foundations of the bridge with her x-ray vision. She can't totally see everything structurally from here, and earth architecture is different, but something definitely looks off, and a lot of things look strained. She glances up to see Dr. Kieran looking at her with an I-told-you-so expression. She flushes slightly that she didn't realize that and sighs. 

"Look, I appreciate what your motive is, but you're going about this kinda the wrong way. Blowing things up, think of the debris alone, polluting the bay--"

"Debris like the kind that springs up from all your fights? Polluting the bay like the oil spill from your first week on the job?"

Supergirl's cheeks are on fire with indignant rage. "Look, why don't you just make your usual clever escape and make me a fake promise to do no harm and all that, and I'll see what I can do about this bridge, and I'll see you next week?"

Dr. Kieran shovels the final forkful of macaroni into her mouth, swallowing at a near-superhuman speed. "Only because you're so cute when you blush," she says, winking. Without warning, she chucks the tupperware and fork at Supergirl's face and leaps over the railing, feet still bound and everything. 

Supergirl curses and bats the container out of her face, rushes into the air--it's not that she cares about the villain, it's just that she doesn't think anyone should die if at all possible to avoid it, she is a superhero--but she's gone.

"Clever escape as always," Kara mutters angrily, and swoops to pick up her tupperware. "Ingrate," she adds to the air bitterly. Kara flies back to her apartment. Just another night as National City's superhero. Perhaps she should change her title to Resident Supervillain Babysitter. It was like herding cats sometimes, honestly. Catch one and another is running for freedom, laughing like they can't believe Supergirl will catch them. But she always does. Even if she has to feed them sometimes too. It's exhausting. Kara sighs.

At least she has lunch with her best friend Lena to look forward to tomorrow. Kara frowns as she remembers Lena hasn't been eating anywhere near enough lately and honestly looks like she's been pulling all-nighters like a college student. She'll have to bring her food too.

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Love the Mac and Cheese fic, thank you for writing!! I gotta ask, after the mutual reveal, does Lena ever go back to her "nefarious" ways for fun? Also, do you have a mental picture of what Dr. Kieran's outfit is like? I.e. just a black lexosuit (but better of course)?

Ooh! I like these questions. Umm.

Ok so for armor, it’s really basic stuff on the outside. Doesn’t look high tech at all. She doesn’t give her secrets away immediately. All black and Kevlar and leather. Very Arrow vibes but better.

As for nefarious, you’re sorta giving me ideas for a sequel. A Lena who nudges Kara and says “hey babe look at this systemic problem” and Kara writes this and that article and nothing happens and Lena’s money can’t quite make the impact—and then Lena goes hmmmm. Cue Kara saying insistently babe no babe no we talked about this I’ll handle it and Lena’s like sweetie it’s just a little explosion...

How docthede arguments end? Who knows! You can definitely cue the high key flirting either way and if Lena can still make her super badass girlfriend/fiancée/wife blush like a middle schooler with a crush than that’s only a good thing, in her mind. (Kara’s definitely a fan when it’s coming from Lena, though Alex makes a point to turn off her comms if they’re ever making that play again)