scrub a dub dub, i'm sad in the tub
11-27-2021, 06:47 PM
"We're back, but nothing is the same, is it." It wasn't even a question. The dead woman had felt the draw of a soul in need and had ended up here, in her old stomping grounds, with none other than the equally dead form of Askan awaiting her. The hulking fae fixed the small man with her singular sulfur eye, metallic gold dripping from it and into the stones surrounding the springs. He looked much the same, that sour expression still on his face. There was always a snarky complaint hidden just behind his teeth and Resin wondered which he would come out with first. "Did you choose to come back or were you forced?" She hadn't chosen, but was glad that she'd been granted these brief moments to reconnect with her family. So much had been left unsaid while the madness had eaten her mind. She'd gotten the chance to share her pride in them. She'd been able to say her goodbyes. The woman had a feeling that they weren't long for this world. The night would end and her mind could feel the warmth of the oncoming dawn. "Resin"
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