#msa cayenne

[lauritanaomystery]

Happy birt- Oh NO!!!

If you make a prank even if it's your birthday. I assure you that you will not be saved from your punishment as Laurel is in charge. Lewis and Laurel are actually a Latin American couple, and if you don't know Latin-American women when they get angry, I assure you that you will be in for an interesting surprise...

[msa-infection-au]

Pepper Family Infection Profile Pics and Kingsmen Family Infection Profile Pic

Mr. Pepper and Mrs./Ms. Pepper (Adopted Child of Lewis and Biological Children of Three Daughters; Belle, Cayenne, Paprika)

Gender: Male and Female

Status: Alive/Active, Healthy/Immune of Infection Stages (0), Infected Stages (1 -> 2 -> 3 -> 4 -> 5 [Final Full Infection] -> 6 [Final Infection Transformed]), Dead/Deceased, Missing

Infected: Healthy/Immune of Infection Stages (0), Infected Stages (1 -> 2 -> 3 -> 4 -> 5 [Final Full Infection] -> 6 [Final Infection Transformed])

Injured:

Infected Stage/s: Infected Stages (1 -> 2 -> 3 -> 4 -> 5 [Final Full Infection] -> 6 [Final Infection Transformed])

Side Notes:

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Health: __/10

Sanity: __/10

Strength: __/10

Hunger: __/10

Thirst: __/10

Stress: __/10

Aggression: __/10

Inventory:

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Belle, Cayenne, Paprika Pepper (Parents of Mr. Pepper and Mrs./Ms. Pepper, Adopted Older Brother of Lewis)

Gender: Females

Status: Alive/Active, Healthy/Immune of Infection Stages (0), Infected Stages (1 -> 2 -> 3 -> 4 -> 5 [Final Full Infection] -> 6 [Final Infection Transformed]), Dead/Deceased, Missing

Infected: Healthy/Immune of Infection Stages (0), Infected Stages (1 -> 2 -> 3 -> 4 -> 5 [Final Full Infection] -> 6 [Final Infection Transformed])

Injured:

Infected Stage/s: Infected Stages (1 -> 2 -> 3 -> 4 -> 5 [Final Full Infection] -> 6 [Final Infection Transformed])

Side Notes:

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Health: __/10

Sanity: __/10

Strength: __/10

Hunger: __/10

Thirst: __/10

Stress: __/10

Aggression: __/10

Inventory:

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Lance Kingsmen

Gender: Male

Status: Alive/Active, Healthy/Immune of Infection Stages (0), Infected Stages (1 -> 2 -> 3 -> 4 -> 5 [Final Full Infection] -> 6 [Final Infection Transformed]), Dead/Deceased, Missing

Infected: Healthy/Immune of Infection Stages (0), Infected Stages (1 -> 2 -> 3 -> 4 -> 5 [Final Full Infection] -> 6 [Final Infection Transformed])

Injured:

Infected Stage/s: Infected Stages (1 -> 2 -> 3 -> 4 -> 5 [Final Full Infection] -> 6 [Final Infection Transformed])

Side Notes:

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Health: __/10

Sanity: __/10

Strength: __/10

Hunger: __/10

Thirst: __/10

Stress: __/10

Aggression: __/10

Inventory: Shotgun with Bullets Ammos and Guns with Bullets Ammos

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For @laurasanchez36

Msa Infection AU Alternate Universe Crossover belongs to me

Crossovers of AUs Alternate Universes belongs to me

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AUs Alternate Universes and Crossovers belongs to me

Mystery Teams/Groups/Gangs belongs to my msa ocs sonas Teams/Groups/Gangs

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Mystery Skulls Animated belongs to Ben and MysteryBen27 of YouTube YT Series

MSA Infected Infection AU belongs to my AUs Alternate Universes Crossovers Infected Infection AU 

[nickkkdoesstuff]

Day 15: Family

I’m a bit late but here you go :D

[eagehaunting]

Mystery March 2021 day 21: One of Us

Everyone thank @vonraptor for giving me ideas Bc this is for u broooo

“One of us, one of us.” For the past hour or so, Arthur had his headphones on tight, keeping his eyes glued on his assignments and scribbling away at the answers frantically. Anyone who didn’t know him would assume he’s cramming for finals, or for a deadline that suddenly jumped to that night.

No. That was far from the case. Arthur was rushing before his line of concentration broke at the chorus of voices behind him.

”One of us! One of us! Arthur~ it’s time to lay down! It’s nap time.”

“Pap will you please just shut up?”

The half formed equations that he barely got a hold of disintegrated like ash. Ignoring the heaviness of his eyes, he unhooks his headphones and looks back.

On Lewis’s bed, the giant man was sprawled out with several plushies and sisters tucked in his arms and laying across them. His eyes were shut and breathing slow, along with Belles, who was curled similar to a cat against the wall, only connected to Lewis by his large fingers still half tangled in her hair. The one chanting one of us was Paprika in her poka-dotted onesie and with her stuffed rabbit in her arms. She was bouncing on Lewis’s knee, like she was ready to hop on Lewis’s stomach whenever, but more focused on an argument with Cayenne.

Cayenne, who’s swatting at Paprika, was half- nestled against Lewis’s chest. Tucked in a blanket and content to simply nap next to her brother.

Paprika gasps when she turns away from Cayenne and her meanness back to him.

“You’re ready?” She beams at him, and Arthur can only manage a slow blink before shaking his head.

“Not yet, Papi. I gotta finish this assignment.”

She slumps and sinks against Lewis’s leg. “How much is left?” She asks, eyes wide in a puppy dog stare. Arthur swallows and looks away, not wanting to be compelled by her again. Nope! No way. He’s got work to do and no amount of begging will stop him.

“Just a bit more, then I’ll join you-“

Little feet- more like a small body- hit the floor with a thud.

Arthur flinches, spins around, and finds that Paprika was no longer on top of Lewis. In fact- Lewis’s eyes were open and he was leaning up, scanning the room hurriedly. Shit she woke him up?

Little hands touch his knee, and Arthur snaps down to see the girl’s puppy dog eyes boring into his. “Can’t you join now?” She asks, pouting.

Fuck. Fuck. God dammit. God dammit why do I have to like you kids? I would punt you into the sun if you weren’t so precious to me-

Cayenne moans in disappointment, snapping Arthur out of his thoughts and letting him see the large form hunching down to scoop Paprika up. Lewis cradles her against his chest, rubbing his eye.

“Sorry about that, A-“ he covers his mouth, yawning, “Arthur. I didn’t realize I fell asleep. Do you want to move to the computer room? I’m sure papa won’t mind as long as you don’t touch the computer.”

Arthur stares back up at him, before glancing as his assignment.

Five more problems, with six sub sections for each.... not due for another two days....

Since when did his eyes get so tired?

Pushing aside the building regret made up of bullshit rationale, Arthur closes the book and stands up, cracking his back before shutting off the small lamp on Lewis’s desk.

“Nah, it’s fine. Better make room on the bed though.”

Paprika beams at him, and is returned with a ruffle of her hair.

[simplyender]

for the record i wholeheartedly believe that making any member of the pepper family sad is a warcrime.

[eagesoldartblog]

I spent all day drawing ocs but I am a coward so keep Cayenne

[the-night-writer1]

Paprika's ghost scare

(Mystery skulls mpreg au I looked up the name of Lewis' sisters so I think I'm good)

Paprika stood in front of the her big brother's house nervously trying to get the right key to unlock the door. Her and her sisters had been seen to check on Arthur today because Mom and Papa were busy at Pepper's Paradise. Cayenne and Belle were both a bit mad she'd been in trusted with the keys instead of them.

"Hurry up Paprika! Arthur could stuck in there and need help!" Cayenne yelled in protest at her taking so long to find the right key. Belle said nothing with her arms crossed as Paprika finally found the key and unlocked the door. Her sisters shoved her inside before closing the door. Paprika was uneasy about barging into her big brother's house without being sure Arthur was even home. She'd noticed the van wasn't parked near Lewis' old truck. She rubbed her shoulder and glanced around the living room as Belle and Cayenne kicked off their shoes. The lights weren't on or the TV so either Arthur wasn't home or still asleep.

"well Paprika don't just stand there go wake up Arthur!" Cayenne yelled before her mouth was covered by Belle.

"Quiet! Or you'll wake him up sad and grumpy Cayenne!" Belle hissed quietly," that's the whole reason Paprika should wake up him up dumb dumb! "

Paprika swallowed softly and took her shoes off. Carefully and quietly up the stairs. Why did she always have to be the one to wake someone up? It was never Cayenne or Belle who did it just her. Now she had to wake up Arthur from a dream that could have someone they both missed dearly in it. She rubbed her shoulder as she walked to Arthur's bedroom door. Hopefully if she apologized he'd be kinder to her than if she didn't. She wiped her eyes before slowly opening the door.

Arthur was sleeping soundly in his bed as tiny purplish pink ghosts floated around him. Paprika gasped covering her mouth and looking away for a moment. What were ghosts doing here? What were they doing to Arthur? Should she yelled for Cayenne and Belle ? No she had to get the ghosts away from Arthur or he could disappear by the time her sisters got up the stairs. Paprika quickly ran to the side of the bed and threw the keys at one of the ghosts. The keys however went straight through it. It caught the group tiny ghosts attention long enough for her to climb on the bed and try to shield Arthur.

"Shoo leave Arthur and his baby alone" She said softly trying to shoo them off with her hands. They only stared at her confused as one grabbed the keys," you heard me go away leave him alone!"

They just continued to stared at her and her poor attempts to scary them off. She shivered as she heard a door open. It was the bathroom door, she swallowed softly as she looked up. She saw a tall skeleton ghost looking at her bewildered his skull tilled in confusion before she screamed. Paprika would have hit the floor if Arthur hadn't grabbed her by the shirt. The skeleton ghost took a few steps forward and snapped it's fingers as Paprika clung to Arthur's side as he sat up. She buried face in his shoulder shaking a bit as he rubbed her back.

"It's okay Paprika I promise Lewis didn't mean to scare you" Arthur said softly, wait did he say the big scary ghost was Lewis?!

"h-how is that big brother?" She said only slightly glancing at the ghost. The ghost rubbed her cheek softly before a egg was thrown at their skull.

"Get away from them puta!" Cayenne yelled preparing to chuck another egg at the ghost. Belle was running up behind her and as the ghost's skull changed into Lewis' face. It was Lewis he became a big scary ghost?

"CAYENNE LANGUAGE!" Lewis hissed as the two girls froze. Everything was silent for a moment.

"Ah! Lewis has come back from the grave because you took his sailor Moon plushie! Run!" Belle yelled running back downstairs dropping the loaf of bread she grabbed to use as a weapon. Cayenne screamed throwing the other egg before running back down stairs as well while Arthur snickered. Paprika was still holding on to him has Lewis ran down stairs after them yelling,"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY TUXEDO MASK PLUSHIE?!"

" What happened to Lewis?" Paprika asked as she loosened her grip. Arthur was still rubbing her back as he looked at her.

"Don't worry about it Paprika. He's back now that's all that matters"

[the-lewismobile]

mystery memes, round two!! please enjoy my terrible sense of humour

[sunshine-zenith]

🌶

[ultravioletqueen]

Nombre completo:valentino Miguel pepper

Alias:val

Edad:17

Tipo de sangre:-A

Ocupación:estudiante de preparatoria

Ocupación actual:mesero en pepper paradiso y niñero

Fecha de nacimiento:14 de febrero(acuario)

Shows/juegos favoritos:romance,aventura(undertale, shera y salior moon)

Comida favorita:chocolate blanco

Instrumento:arpa

Animal favorito:gatos

Altura:1,65(5,5)

Familia:mr pepper(padre) Mrs pepper(madre) belle(hermana menor) cayenne(hermana menor) paprika(hermana menor) lewis(hermano adoptivo)

Arma:ninguna

Habilidades:visión espectral,detector de espíritus, ver a través de los disfrazes humanos de otros fantasmas, gran cocinero,telekinesis.

Personalidad:val es un adolescente muy asustadizo y fácil de hacer llorar, debido al bullying que sufrió de parte de sus compañeros por su "poca masculinidad" val tiene una muy mala imagen de si mismo considerandose alguien raro. Val es muy amigable y muy paciente con sus cercanos, val es poco sociable y no se relaciona mucho con la gente, pero cuando se siente cómodo puede incluso llegar a ser muy risueño.

Val es trabajador y siempre da su parte del trabajo, es muy dedicado a su trabajo como mesero y niñero. Val es sumamente sensible y muy empatico, siendo capaz de meterse en los zapatos de otros y entender sus situaciones. Val es un fiel creyente de lo sobrenatural y es de mente abierta,respeta las creencias de los demás y es respetuoso.

Apariencia:val es un adolescente de 17 años de estatura promedio, tiene el pelo rubio con mechas rosa pastel y ojos del mismo color, en apariencia es casi idéntico al señor pepper. Val se le puede ver usando una camisa a rayas blancas y grises debajo de una chaqueta fina de color magenta, lleva también un gorro y converse fucsia y su atuendo se completa con un collar con un pimiento rojo. Val también posee orejas perforadas y lleva aretes negros.

También tiene una prenda alternativa, que consta de un hoddie sin mangas de color blanco con dos rayas rosas, pantalones grises y sandalias rosas.

Historia:val nació poco después de la llegada de lewis, siendo el único hijo biológico varón de los pepper, val era constantemente acosado por sus compañeros debido a que "era poco masculino" al gustarle cocinar y el color rosa, sin embargo lewis siempre lo defendió y cuido de sus matones, por lo que val admiraba mucho a lewis ya que veía en el lo que quería ser:un hombre que inspire respeto que no tiene miedo de ser el mismo.val en más de una ocasión tuvo algún encuentro con lo supernatural debido a extrañas visiones de fantasmas o sueños locos. Tras la desaparición de lewis, val llegaría a padecer trastornos de la alimentación y empezó a tener más encuentros supernaturales, cuando se dio cuenta de que algo estaba mal fue cuando reencontró con su hermano, no podía ver su disfraz humano, veía su forma fantasma, val en ese momento fue junto a lewis con frigg para ver que era lo que tenía, resultaba que val era un vedoiro, una persona capaz de ver espíritus y la muerte.

Trivia:

*el diseño de val esta basado en mangle de fnafhs y de nathaniel kurtzberg de mlb.

*val sueña con el mundo de los muertos.

*val padeció de bulimia, sin embargo ahora está tratado y parcialmente recuperado.

*val es amigo de chloe, quien considera su mejor amiga.

*val y sus poderes estan inspirados en audrey verdancy de @reptilian-angel.

*el prefiere lo dulce más que lo picante.

*su voz headcanon sería Carlos Hernández en español y michael sinternikklas en inglés.

*nació el día de San Valentín(14 de febrero).

* val también es un usuario involuntario de telekinesis, ya que cuando duerme los objetos a su alrededor se mueven, si se mueven alrededor de él es un sueño normal pero si empiezan a moverse de forma alocada es una pesadilla, esto hace que no sea capaz de ir a pijamadas.

Full name:valentino Miguel pepper

Alias:val

Age:17

Blood type:-A

ocupation:high school student

"actual" ocupation:waiter in pepper paradiso and babysitter

D.O.B:February 14(acuario)

favorite show/game:adventure,romance(undertale, shera and salior moon)

Favorite food:white chocolate

Instrument:harp

Favorite animal:cats

Height:1,65(5,5)

Family: Mr Pepper (Father) Mrs Pepper (Mother) Belle (Younger Sister) Cayenne (Younger Sister) Paprika (Younger Sister) Lewis (Adoptive Brother)

Weapon:none

Skills: spectral vision, spirit detector, seeing through the human disguises of other ghosts, great Cook,telekinesis.

Personality: val is a very scary teenager and easy to make cry, due to the bullying he suffered from his peers for his "little masculinity" Val has a very bad image of himself considering himself strange. Val is very friendly and very patient with those close to him, Val is not very sociable and does not interact much with people, but when he feels comfortable he can even be very smiling.

Val is a hard worker and always gives his share of the work, he is very dedicated to his work as a waiter and babysitter. Val is extremely sensitive and very empathetic, being able to step into the shoes of others and understand their situations. Val is a faithful believer in the supernatural and is open-minded, respects the beliefs of others, and is respectful.

Appearance: Val is a 17-year-old teenager of average height, has blonde hair with pastel pink highlights and eyes of the same color, in appearance he is almost identical to Mr. Pepper. Val can be seen wearing a white and gray striped shirt underneath a thin magenta jacket, he also wears a fuchsia hat and converse and his outfit is completed with a red pepper necklace. Val also has pierced ears and wears black earrings.

He also has an alternative garment, consisting of a sleeveless white hoddie with two pink stripes, gray pants, and pink sandals.

History: Val was born shortly after the arrival of Lewis, being the only biological male child of the Pepper, Val was constantly harassed by his companions because "he was not very masculine" when he liked to cook and the color pink, however Lewis always loved it. He defended and took care of his thugs, so Val greatly admired Lewis as he saw in him what he wanted to be: a man who inspires respect who is not afraid of being the same. Val on more than one occasion had an encounter with him. supernatural due to strange ghost visions or crazy dreams. After the disappearance of Lewis, Val would suffer from eating disorders and began to have more supernatural encounters, when he realized that something was wrong was when he reunited with his brother, he could not see his human disguise, he saw his ghost form, Val at that moment went to Lewis with frigg to see what he had, it turned out that Val was a vedoiro, a person capable of seeing spirits and death.

Trivia:

* Val's design is based on mangle from fnafhs and nathaniel kurtzberg from mlb.

* val dreams of the world of the dead.

* val suffered from bulimia, however he is now treated and partially recovered.

* val is friends with chloe, whom he considers his best friend.

* val and his powers are inspired by @reptilian-angel audrey verdancy.

* He prefers sweet over spicy.

* His headcanon voice would be Carlos Hernández in Spanish and Michael Sinternikklas in English.

* was born on Valentine's Day (February 14).

* Val is also an involuntary user of telekinesis, since when he sleeps the objects around him move, if they move around him it is a normal dream but if they start to move in a crazy way it is a nightmare, this makes him not capable going to sleepovers.

[nebulous-rain]

thank u @eagefrien for ballerina cayenne i owe you my life

[lauritanaomystery]

Well, I discovered a way to make linearts faster and cuter! Yay✨

Lewis with his sisters

Arthie with galahad while they eat sunflower seeds and Mystery kisses Vivi!!!

[yepiamthesmileyface]

Cayenne, to a group of hapless tourists who paid $15 for a haunted house tour, with all the theatrics and melodrama of an overdramatic 10-year-old: And it's said that if you stand right here and stay very quiet, you can hear the shrieks of the unquiet dead, the grand spectre who haunts this house!

Lewis, sticking his head through the wall: Cay, Mamá called, and — oh! I forgot you had a tour going, sorry!

Cayenne, shoving her older brother's skull back through the wall: You're not supposed to show up for fifteen more minutes! Get out of here!

[nickkkdoesstuff]

maybe 👩‍👩‍👧‍👦 w/ lewis (dead) for the char drawing meme?

Art meme.

👩‍👩‍👧‍👦 Family - Draw your OC with one or more members of their immediate family

:’v

[eagehaunting]

Mystery March 2021 day 16 and 17: Haunt and Headcannon

Arthur isnt the only medium in Tempo 👀

If it wasn’t for the fact that her knees were aching from falling down a sand dune, Cayenne would have snagged the girl in front of her by her nose and pummeled her. Only she could hardly get a step in without burrs stabbing into her feet. Every part of her skin prickled painfully, the heat of the desert sand baked her body, and her pony tail was now tangled and in knots.

The perpetrator, a see-through girl with a snarky evil grin, who had the advantage of floating, dangles Cayennes new bow in front of her. Her gang of disfigured and equally see through spirits snicker behind her.

“That can’t be all you got now, right?” Angelica taunts, bobbling the sparkly bow and letting its bell ring like a laugh. “Didn’t you say that you would drag me to hell? Why don’t you do so!”

Cayennes eyes stung, biting her lip.

“W-whatever, just give it back.”

“Or what?”

Her heart pounds in her chest, and Angelica’s form wavers for hardly a second before Cayenne wipes her eye.

“Or ill make you regret it.”

The gang of child ghosts laugh. Rolling in midair, hugging themselves, slapping each others shoulders and knees from how hilarious it was.

Cayenne wasn’t laughing. Her teeth grit. She takes two painful steps and tries to swing, trying to snag her bow from Angelicas hand, or punch the ghost. Whichever worked- Cayenne didn’t care.

Why would she respect the dead if they were just a bunch of jerks?

Angelica whisked the bow higher, snapping back and glaring. A hail of heavy sand whips up and smacks into Cayenne’s side. Filling her hair, nose, and ears with a loud scratches and growls. Grateful she didn’t fall, Cayenne lunges and grips the ghosts front.

”I said give it! It’s mine! My friend gave it to me and I won’t let a bunch of fuckers take it!”

Something is coming behind her. Cayenne’s hair stands on end as she feels something sharp and staticky coming. There’s a voice that Cayenne can hardly hear over the sound of her and Angelicas screaming. A shrill argument.

Whoever it was, they could wait-

A hard hand clamps down on her shoulder, and in the next moment Cayenne’s swung back and hardly onto her burr covered shoes. Stark yellows and oranges burn bright against the musty brown sand. Finally, the raspy voice was clear.

“Get the fuck out of here.” Arthur says, voices low and stern, and his grip never faltering. Stiff in horror, Angelica floats back. Hands up and shaky and trying to wave away the horrible feeling of an adults disappointment. The gang behind her diminishes, dashing off into the sand dunes, and Angelica quickly follows. A wail rising above the winds.

Before Cayenne caught her breath, she was swung up again, this time pulled onto Arthur’s hip as he begins to jog. Either uncaring of the burrs in her soles or unable to tell.

“W-wait!” Cayenne desperately tries to wiggle out of his grasp so that way she can run after the thieves, but his grip is almost as tight as Lewis’s. “They still have my -“

”Zip it.”

Cayenne’s lip quivers and vision wavers, filled with the all too strong urge to kick him in the ribs. But Arthur is speeding up, jogging, running to the edge of town, and the next thing Cayenne knew, they were looping around the shiny orange van and the passenger door was being open.

Arthur let’s her flop on the seat.

“Ow!” Cayenne hisses, her legs aching from the quick jostling, and she massages them roughly despite the burrs in her fingers.

Unsympathetic, Arthur stands in front of her. “Cayenne, tell me what happened.”

She looks at him with a frown pulling at her upper lip, wanting to beat her fists against the seats. “They started it.”

Arthur’s looking down at her as he pinches the bridge of his nose, eyebrows screwed together tightly. “What do you mean.”

“They started it,” Cayenne repeats herself, unable to help banning her heels against the side of the bench. Pointing to the Deseret, Cayenne continues. “I was at the park, minding my business, when a bunch of those f- uh.” She stumbles, knowing exactly what to say but not knowing how Arthur would feel about it.

“Ghosts.” He supplies flatly, and Cayenne nods.

“Right. Ghosts. They came over and started sh-crap! So I beat them up, and they stole my bow.” Her bow... the one Vivi bought for her from work... which Angelica probably still had. That thought makes her stomach and eyes boil, but no amount of grinding her teeth stopped the hot tears from finally slipping down her cheek.

Which finally got her an ounce of compassion. Arthur huffs tightly and leans past her, grabbing a tissue from the glove box and lightly blotting her cheeks. His anger was less but tense like a simmering boil, Cayenne couldn’t tell why.

“They took your bow, huh?”

“Y-yeah, I really liked that one too...!” her words come out in garbled sobs, and Cayenne’s breath hitches pathetically as her feet and legs bled from the scraps and plants jabbing into them.

Arthur’s quiet for a few more minutes, fists tight and uncaring to how horrible her chest and lungs have been burning.

Arthur’s voice is considerably softer when he kneels on the vans foot bar in-front of her, making it sink down and alerting Cayenne to try and look at him. “What hurts, cai?”

Arthur had pulled out the first aid kit and sat next to her with a small plastic bag to act as a trash can. He pulled off her socks and shoes and left them on the van floor, and with tweezers he held her foot steady and plucked off the sharp burrs. Then he cleaned off her legs with rubbing alcohol that had them both wincing from cuts on their skin. Then, with a spare brush and an extra hair tie, he redid her pony tail.

Then, he took off a necklace that Cayenne had only seen once or twice. It was called a dog tag, and apparently Arthur was given it so spirits wouldn’t be able to bother him so easily.

Cayenne fiddles with the dog tag now, legs crossed and sitting alone in the front seat of the van. The windows were cracked and Arthur turned on the radio for her to have a distraction while he was gone, but she found it nicer to trace her scabbed fingers along the engravings.

Was it a gift? Or was she just supposed to borrow it while he went through the desert to give those spirits a piece of their mind... whatever it was, Cayenne was grateful. Both for the coolness of the shiny metal and the cracked window, her cheeks were warm after staring at the name for so long.

Hopefully Arthur won’t think bad about her... Cayenne frowns, sinking in the middle seat. Waiting.

Not for long however. The driver seat door opens and startles Cayenne out of her focus, and Arthur shuffles back in.

“Feeling better?”

Cayenne nods, shuffling to her side of the van and buckling herself as Arthur settles in and starts the van.

“Good. I’m glad. Ready for it to get better?”

She wasn’t sure what she expected, but it certainly wasn’t Arthur pulling out a sparkly bow, lined with ribbons and lace and a shiny blue bell right in the center. Cayenne gasps and reaches for it. “You got it!”

“I did,” Arthur smiles softly, flipping on the AC and turning it on high, “it was on the ground when I went to look for it. I think the spirits must have gotten scared and didn’t want to risk running into one of us again.”

Cayenne’s cheeks are still warm despite the AC blasting cool air across her face. Never the less she cradles the bow close to her chest. Opening her mouth, her tongue lays limp and useless. “Th-thank you.”

“No problem. Now, do you want to get a slushie before I take you back home?”

[eagesoldartblog]

Cayenne pepper has stolen my heart more at 9