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Pic nodded, and let that statement hang in the air. He looked Aventine in the eyes, trying to hear what was going on in her head. Lundyn instantly felt a PULL that led downstairs. She began slowly drifting across the floor of her room.
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Yeah I got a buzz cut at the start of every summer for like a decade. Made things simple, but don’t like it now.
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“Then the glitter one is really forgiven,” he hums. “And yes I know you weren’t thinking straight. I barely was.” He hummed a little more. Aftrr a moment of silence, he hums softly. “As a person who ran from everything and everyone until about a year ago,” he hummed, eyes growing distant, “running is never the solution. Retreat, maybe, but not running. It makes you tired, it makes you alone, it makes you bitter at everything you were and everything you could be. Those feelings were bad enough when my only choices were either retreat or death. I can’t imagine the pain that you would have right now if you chose to run when you could have saved.” He snaps back to reality. “I’m just glad you are here, and you are safe.”
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“But if you run, don’t you lose everyone?” Pic asks, voice changing wildly as he messes with the staff.
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Hazel is correct! And please no never give me hair that goes past my ears
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If you were just gonna straight up describe Pic, that would have been hilarious
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Pic allowed himself to relax, leaning back into her. He summoned his staves with his other hand, and floated one in front of Aventine. He began to mess with the staff in front of him, creating a melody.
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He tightened his grip as he led her to the lounge. He found a love seat that they could fit on, and sat down, slightly pulling her onto the chair.
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He kissed her in the cheek… and met a mouthful of glitter. He choked a little bit, and spat the glitter out. He took a few deep breaths, and then whistled a quick, happy tune. The glitter peeled away from both of them, and spiraled into a little ball. He hummed a minor chord, and the glitter burst into flame, disappearing in an instant. “Next time the feathered one shows up,” Pic muttered with a slight chuckle. He kissed Aventine again, successfully this time, and led her to the main hall.
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“Well then, I’m going to go to the front of the clinic and sit in the comfy chairs. Want to join?” He holds out his hand towards Aventine.
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Pic sighs. "It happens to everyone here eventually," he hums. He begins to hum his song of strength (the marching beat one) and carry Elan to his room. After dropping him off, he closes the door to allow him to rest, and turns to Aventine. "Now to your room or the medbay?" he asks. @Spark of Hope
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Pics face takes on a look if compassion “Look,” he hums at Elan, “I can’t understand how you’re feeling, and I hope I never have to. But you’re gonna get glitter all over yourself, and that helps nobody. Let’s head to a glitter free room, then you can cry it out.” Pic’s face temporarily sours slightly, then he grabbed Elan’s hands and forced Elan to stand up. “To a room where your tears aren’t sparkly?” He hummed.
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Not exactly new music, but here is the graduation gift I received! Watch out parody songs, I have a whole SIX strings to work with now!
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“Sounds about right,” he hummed, pulling Aventine off the bed. “People died cause of the dragon. Don’t get confused,” Pic hums.
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He hugs her tight. "We are gonna let you recover, so let's get you to your room." He looks around. "And I gotta clean up someone else's mess..." "If you're talking about the city, you were doing your best. No apologies needed."
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“Depends on what they did,” Pic says. “I guess she gets a pass,” he says, hugging her back even tighter than she huffed him.
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"That you were," Pic replies. He places a hand on Aventine's chin and turns her face so he can look her in the eyes. "And you are forgiven," "They are forgiven too," he replies. "Except for the one who left the glitter."
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“Yes you were,” Pic replies, smiling at her.
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“Seems like a good choice,” “No, you shouldn’t have,” Pic hums, releasing Aventine and sitting in the glitter next to her.
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He holds her by the shoulders, not quite noticing she is limp.
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Nightwatcher Boon/Bane (Game)
Cash67 replied to killersquirrel59's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
Granted. You now must always spell it as ‘donut’ I wish to be able to loop my voice on itself -
A flustered Pic replied, “ Wouldn’t be of much use if I was quiet,” Pic quickly pulls her up to a sitting position and hugs her tightly. “You’re not allowed to scare me like that again,” he mumbled into her ear.
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Pic jumps and lets out a yell of.... bravery. "Whoever it it is either better make it up to me or clean it up.." he hums. At the sound of Aventine's voice, Pic freezes. He visibly relaxes, and walks over to her side. "Are you hurt?" he hums to her.
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Pic breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to help the others get through the hall. @The Bookwyrm
