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Whetstone - Mulligan Miniseries
Featured Characters: Gallows, Courier
CW: None
Recommendation Notes: Reading King's Mulligan recommended but not entirely needed.

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Part 1

Gallows: This okay?

Courier: Mm. Folks around here sure are cuddly…

Gallows: Nobody can afford heating and it rains about 300 days of the year.

Gallows: People here made do with what they got. Platonic cuddling is just a thing. Especially for cold-blooded folks.

Courier: Like me…

Gallows: Mmhmm..

Courier: Makes me sleepy going out too long.

Gallows:Good trick is to just wear a coat and stuff the pockets with hot food. There’s a technique people here use for that.

Courier: Considering.

Gallows: Means you got food through the day too.

Courier: You ever tried that yourself?

Gallows: Absolutely, Starman makes it mandatory during the winter.

Courier: Really?

Gallows: Needed at times but… between you and me, gives them an excuse to gather folks to make tamales.

Courier: Never had one.

Gallows: Stick around long enough and you’ll see one for sure.

Courier: Plan to. Admittedly I wasn't expecting you to all be so fine with me.

Courier: Body of a crown officer and all.

Gallows: Long as they aren’t surfacing up at all, it’s no issue.

Gallows: But… if it does become a problem we’ll make something work. Looked into making something for you as a backup.

Courier: Really? II’d like to keep the same shape I think. Been stuck in all sorts of object and animals and the occasional clumsy bastard but never really just done.. this.

Gallows: Bother you?

Courier: Little. But also know that with how this civil war’s working out, they couldn’t be let off easy.

Gallows: Absolutely not.

Courier: Would be nice if we could pluck them out but…

Gallows: Still would snitch.

Courier: That’s the thing. We’ll see… do want to make it clear though, that after we burn down the crown I want them free one way or another.

Gallows: Mm. I’d respect it but Starman… that’s hard to promise. Seem to be on their good side though so they’d consider it.

Gallows: I’d vouch for you on this.they respect the opinions of folks they’ve worked with for a long time. Big deal to them.

Courier: You’d do that?

Gallows: No hesitation.

Courier: Too nice to me… 

You can’t help but give him a nuzzle, one that’s returned with a warm face.

Courier: Admittedly… hmm…

Gallows: Everything alright?

Courier: Feelings are a bit complicated right now I think.

Gallows: You need some space?

Courier: Nothing like that. Thinking a lot. Never really done anything like this before just a few months ago. Curled up with a few others but…

Courier: Wondering if maybe.. my feelings are more than platonic, you know? With you..

Courier: New experiences. Not really sure where I stand on anything but I like you quite a bit…

Courier: I think sometimes about someone just… maybe I shouldn’t say it…

Gallows: You can keep going, I’m listening.

Courier: Guess lately I like to think about someone just holding the real me and being just as happy… and more than often it’s you doing that when I picture it.

Gallows: Easy.

Courier: Don’t know if those feelings are exactly romantic either but… it’s the closest it’s felt. Would you consider that sometime?

Gallows: Would be honored.

Courier: Need to prep in case the other person in here wakes up and well… It’s a vulnerable state.

Gallows: Down the line then?

Courier: If you don’t mind. Think I’d like some time to figure out my feelings. No matter what happens… I’m glad we’re friends, even if it doesn’t go further than that.

Gallows: Never liked that phrasing personally, the whole idea that a friendship can’t be just as important a bond as a romance.

Courier: Isn’t that usually how it’s seen?

Gallows: It is, that’s the issue. Bonds take all shape and form and can still have the same impact on you regardless..

Gallows: That said, my feelings here aren’t exclusively platonic either. If you decide you want something more, I wouldn’t be opposed to exploring further.

Courier: How much further?

Gallows: Tempted to kiss that hilt…

Courier: That’s sweet… admittedly I’ve wondered what a proper snog’s like, now that the possibility exists for me. Lot to ask though.

Gallows: Could arrange that….

You lean toward the rabbit…

Courier: Doesn’t bother you?

Gallows: What does?

Courier: This face used to lick the crown’s boot…

Gallows: You’re putting it to better use…

You reach for a hand. You can feel your heart race…

And then… it never happens.

Courier: Gallows? You okay?

The rabbit goes quiet, eyes out of view.

There’s a sudden recoil. He releases your hand hesitantly and pulls back.

You can just barely make out his face.

The gaze you see is distressed, one that makes him feel almost unrecognizable.

Courier: … Gally? You okay?

Gallows: Must’ve forgotten I was taking shift tonight… your friend is taking a break.

Courier:... You’re someone else?

???: Aye, my turn with the rabbit so to speak…

???: I’m…wel…  can I get some space?

???:  I’m feeling rather unwell…

You distance yourself immediately. He rolls over to face away from you. He’s shaking.

Courier: A-Are you okay?

???: I just need a moment to decompress… I… appear to have walked in on a rather emotionally intimate moment.

Courier: Appreciate that you spoke up, is there anything I can do?

???: I don’t know. Feel my whole body riddled with guilt and same frankly… nothing to do with you specifically of course, should clarify that. Don’t want you getting the impression that you’re ugly. Opposite really.

???: Just… ill timed entrance.

Courier: I understand. Do you need to talk?

???: I probably should.

He manages to gather himself and calm down a little. He turns around to look at you.

You do your best to give him an assuring smile but all it does is cause him to break eye contact immediately.

???: Best to give proper introductions.

???: Styx, Local entity and collector of anomalies. 

 

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 Courier: Cute.

His ears pull back in surprise immediately.

Styx: I-’m sorry?

Courier: Got a little title and all. Admittedly you come off as a con though, no offense.

Styx: Rude.. I’m a full fledged witch and my magic is legitimate. Whatever business choices I’ve made on the path are simply a necessity to survive.

Styx: Certainly more fleshed out than what you people around here work with.

Courier: That so? What makes it so different?

Styx: Quite a lot. Every locale has its own native form of witchcraft, much of which determines the views of those who practice it.  Sometimes it’s a common religion, sometimes it becomes the vessel of mass social movement, and sometimes it becomes a vital enough part of day to day life that it's a household concept..

Courier: Seems like the latter around here.

Styx: A luxury, one that certainly makes it easy for Gallows to allow me to operate…

Courier: Take it isn’t so back where you came from?

Styx: No… my region deemed it an occupation for grifters, eccentrics, and degenerates. You had to work within tightly protected circles or behind the scenes of an investor who understood our potential.

Styx: I chose both.

Courier: Ah, I’m sorry… I know sensitives around these parts tend to keep their location tight and hidden.

Styx: Mm… that’s more so because they’re dodging crown rule. For myself and those in my family, it was preserving our culture. That was a long time ago though and I haven’t had any luck tracking it all down… not that I could really settle back there anyway.

Courier: Why’s that?

Styx: My original body is long gone…

Courier: Ah… are you-

Styx: Deceased?

Courier: Mm…

Styx: Technically not.  Moreso transcended but…

He shakes his head at you.

Styx: Shame on you, you’ve got me dumping all this.

Courier: You’re allowed to.

Styx: Took a month for Gallows to get this far and yet you’ve managed to get me to spill so much on first meeting. Perhaps I’m growing soft…

Courier: Not a bad thing.

Styx: I’m sure I’m grating to listen to.

Courier: Nonsense, your voice is sweet.

His ears pulled all the way down.

Courier: You okay?

Styx: I’m a little volatile at the moment…don’t particularly like being mocked.

Courier: It wasn’t intended as mockery, I genuinely mean what I say there. 

Styx: It’s only because I have your friend’s voice…

Courier: Not really, your mannerisms are a bit more…. How do I put it? Prosed?

Styx: That’s given, had to work for high society clients to fund my own projects. If I spoke like you or your friend they wouldn’t give me the time of day… nothing against you, just…

Courier: I understand. Sounds like you certainly weren’t too happy about it yourself.

Styx: No… it was what needed to be done at the time. Talents and cultural practices wasted to entertain the interests of elites. But they paid well so I continued to be a clown for them.

Courier: Feel that.

Styx: O-oh?

Courier: Spent time bound above a fireplace before I was saved. Just a pretty sword to show off to guests.

Styx: Ah…I mean you certainly are at least one of those things.

Courier: Think I’m pretty?

Styx: You’re certainly a sword..

Courier: How curious..

You look him right in the eye, as much as you can…

His cheeks tint red before turning away..

Courier: Cute….

His long tail wags a little

Styx: Y-you don’t even know what I look like…

Courier: I can gauge. Based on what I understand, you’re one of those contract entities. And I’d guess… snake?

Styx: That’s correct…

Courier: But you’re certainly a lot warmer than me right now…

Styx: I mean… are you certain?

Courier: You and Styx are a bit of a package deal, no?

Styx: Mm…

Courier: At the very least I’d like to be on good terms with you.

Styx: You’d grow sick of me quickly… Gallows and I don’t have the most amazing relationship either.

Courier: He gave you time, didn’t he?

Styx: Conditionally. My power is his so long as I’m able to continue my studies…
Courier: What are they anyway? You mentioned projects?

Styx: Nothing of particular interest to you I think but… I am quite proud.

Styx: Immortality has been a massive interest of mine, painfully ill of death as a concept.

Courier: Understandable.

Styx: I dedicated much of my past life working towards the answer around having to make acquaintances with the grim reaper. At some point I realized that getting around our bodies aging is a matter of species or deal with a divine entity.

Styx: Not wanting to be tethered to some smug god, I tinkered some with creating a form from scratch…

Styx: But… I’d like to refrain from details for now. It’s very personal.

Courier: I understand.

Styx: Thank you.. I think I should head back for real now. Said too much…

Courier: You can stay longer, I don’t mind any.

Courier: Though I’m curious… you  popped in during the middle of something.

Styx:  Apologize for that..

Courier: Don’t! I’m wondering more if just…

Courier: Would you like to hold each other for a bit?

Courier: Still in the mood and… perhaps wondering if you’d be interested

Styx: Maybe… this isn’t a trick, is it?

Courier: Not in the slightest.

Styx: Has been quite some time…

Styx: And you are quite the looker yourself…

Courier: What’s got you?

Styx: Eyes, smile…

Styx: Wouldn’t be opposed to looking at that face all evening..

Courier: You’re allowed to…

Styx: I think I will make an attempt…

Styx: Can I have some time to brace myself? I’m nervous…

Courier: Take your time.

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 The snake makes himself comfortable, scooting lying himself down next to you.

Styx: Don’t see why you’re so willing to give me a chance, but I don’t deny the offer.

Courier: Why’s that?

Styx: Hard to pin down. You’re certainly as warm as Gallows would describe, though you’re quite nice to look at too… 

Courier: Flirtation?

Styx: Feels like the proper courtesy, considering you’ve been so… open. Admittedly feels like I’m breaking a rule.

Courier: Understand that.

Styx: Normally I’d be incredibly reluctant to be so… vulnerable.

Courier: But?

Styx: You’re someone in a similarly unique situation to myself so.. Perhap some solidarity.

Courier: Guess I can understand that. Mean, expecting it to be pretty temporary with me. Can’t exactly just keep someone locked away forever…

Styx: Mm… As for my case, I really hope I don’t have to share for the rest of my time here…

Styx: When this war is over, you’ll see a lot more of me. This is admittedly a perfect climate to continue my studies.

Styx: And when I’m done, perhaps… I’ll settle somewhere near the lot of you. No need to abandon allies and their assets.

Courier: You mean friends?

Styx: Hmm… that I’ll have to think on. Don’t think Gallows sees me as one at this point. You on the other hand… difficult.

Courier: Ah, am I special?

Styx: Maybe. I just…

Styx: I’d rather not build bridges just to have to burn them. And with my connection to this world tied to those who’ve made a contract with me well….

Styx: I have to admit that I fear my time in this world is not long. Gallows is… self destructive. Chaotic, unorthodox. Seemingly a little too comfortable associating with death.

Courier: I worry about him, honest…

Styx: …Don’t tell him I said this but, I really do as well. Perhaps I shouldn’t as much but it can’t be helped.

Styx: He’s been through a lot and I’ve done what I can for him through it…

Courier: Little devil that keeps him alive.

Styx: Mm, he describes me as such. Not exactly in an affectionate way either.

Styx: Understandable really.

Courier: I get that feeling, admittedly. But I figure you deserve a chance.

Styx: Mm… foolish.

Courier: Only if it backfires in the end, no?

Styx: Suppose that’s true. Admittedly every gain has a gamble to it.

Courier: Not about a gain, more…

You try holding his hand. He shyly accepts it.

Courier: I think it’d be good for both of you to work things out more.

Courier: I don’t know the full story admittedly but…

Styx: I’d rather he tell you there. Feels unfair to do it for him.

Courier: Mm.. I’d like to hear you both out.

Styx: Maybe, we’ll see…

Styx: I’m frustrated with you honestly.

Courier: Pardon?

Styx: I want to chase you off but… I feel like I’d be genuinely really upset with myself after.

Styx: I’ve created my own distance from Gallows but…

Styx: I…

Styx: Hmm….

Courier: Do you need me to back off?

Styx: Hold me for a bit….

Styx: I don’t want to come off too fast but…

You pull him in gently. His whole body relaxes instantly.

Courier: I’ve got you…

Courier: I think you should legitimate consider just.. Talking to Gally, you know?

Courier: And since you’re here too, I’d like you a chance at feeling welcome here.

Styx: You’re too kind for your own good… but that’s alright.

His tail coils around you just a little.

Courier: Oh… that’s adorable.

Styx: One of the few traits of mine that he’s inherited, won’t hesitate to make use of that.

Courier: Anything else?

Styx: For you to find out.. But for now I welcome this.

Styx: Admittedly realizing quite a bit how long it’s been since I’ve had this sort of intimate comfort…

Styx: My head is swimming with stupidities I’m embarrassed to confess to.

Courier: Are you thinking about…

Styx: We just met so I’d rather not push things… but I am certainly finding your lips alluring at the moment.

Courier: A-Ah! I’ve never… I mean.. I’m conflicted…
He puts a hand on the blade sticking out of your host’s chest.

Styx: Your true self is… admittedly making me think as well. I’m quite fond of swords personally…

Courier: A-are you?

Styx: Mmhmm. You must’ve noticed the seemingly endless supply Gallows always has on hand, no? All mine.

Styx: Always breaks my heart when he goes through so many in a fight, but I do my part to repair them..

Styx: May I… kiss you on the hilt?

Your heart is racing.

He’s gotten you right in the weak spot.

Courier: Yes….

Styx leans in to give the bandage wrapped hilt a nuzzle.

Styx: Even without a proper look, I can tell your quality is truly special..

Courier: You’re killing me….

The snakey rabbit gives you the tiniest peck, almost teasingly. He looks at you directly with a smug grin wider than anything you’ve ever seen from Gallows.

Styx: That face looks good on you, makes it worth it.

Styx:  Was wondering if you’d entertain such a request…

You don’t know how to respond after that.

Styx:You’re so quiet now.

Courier: I wasn’t anticipating anything like this today..

Styx: Is it too much? I can stop.

Courier: No! I’m glad, admittedly…

You lean in a bit.

Courier: And… perhaps I can return the favor…

He looks at you, clearly contemplating before ultimately pulling away.

Styx: I’d want that but… I think I’d want to wait for now.

Courier: Any reason?

Styx: Transparency… I’d like to take you to my personal domain.

Styx: You can refuse and I would not be upset but… I’d like to have you see everything before committing further.

Styx: What remains, my work, all of it… 

You pull him in for a surprise hug, he squeaks.

Styx: I-Is that a yes?

Courier: Mmhmm. I’m ready when you are.

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 Styx presses his finger into the air in front of you, a tear creating in the world itself. He digs it in just enough before slashing through, now a door large enough for the two of you to pass.

He offers a hand, only for you to grab his whole arm. He turns red immediately.

Styx: Right… follow then…

You walk along with him, carefully lowering step by step as the other side reveals itself to be the staircase of a large tower.

You nearly fumble but he has you tight and safe as you continue on.

Styx: We’ll reach the guest room soon enough, hopefully it’s comfortable…

Courier: Guest room?

Styx: One of many, this place has accommodations for a small army if needed.

Styx: Quite proud of my work on it. In this domain I’m much like the creator himself

Courier: Fancy yourself a god?

Styx: No, don’t carry any subjects, which I think is a major point…

Styx: My goals are fairly simple and mortal despite my state of existence.

Courier: What would that be?

Styx: Start a new life in a position of peaceful reign, fulfill a need for a form that suits me, and… perhaps apologize to a few from my past life if I can…

Styx: Odds of that last one seem low so I’d settle for forgetting as well.

Courier: Seems demanding.

Styx: Admittedly. I indulge as I please.

Courier: How many have you managed so far?

Styx: None, lest you consider lordship over a plot of purgatory anything.

Courier: Better than what plenty of folks have back home…

Styx: I suppose…

Courier: Does seem pretty lonely…

Styx: Mm… You may have witnessed much of my collection below us.

Courier: Aye, never seen tools like many down there.

Styx: Of course not, all from across time and space. Some possibly even from clients yet to come even, sometimes come home to treasures I hadn’t left myself…

Styx: Perhaps you’d be interested in becoming my grail?

You nearly stumble at that, he’s not serious is he?

He thankfully keeps you steady.

Styx: Careful there, don’t want to slip and fall here of all places… 

Courier: S-sorry…

Styx: We’ll be safe soon enough…

Surely, the two of you reached a solid floor with doors circling around…

Styx: Pick your poison for the night.

Courier: They all seem identical..

Styx: Could be. Only one way to find out…

Courier: One behind you then, if you don’t mind.

Styx: Gladly, allow me to just…

He stops and knocks on the door. The entrance opens up.

Courier: Fancy..

Styx: Nothing less…

You follow him into the bedroom, old fashioned in its decor but very comfortable looking none the less. The rabbit flops onto the bed immediately.

Styx: Exhausted…

Courier: Wasn’t that long..

Styx: For this body it is. Gallows may not state it but he’s a bit on the wobbly side..

Courier: I’ve noticed, makes me worry…

Styx: Pass some of that along, he’s quite the reckless one…

Courier: Mm..

You flop down next to him on the bed.

Courier: This is really soft…

Styx: Only the finest quality for those who participate in my realm. If you’d like to sign a deal, it could be yours too..

Courier: Think I’d like to pass on that, get the sense it’s a difficult job and I’m already swamped as is.

Styx: Fair enough.

Courier: I’d accept being collaborators, mutually reap benefits and perhaps get to know some more about you on the way?

Courier: Get the sense you’re lacking in those, being big on the employment thing.

Styx: It’s true..

Courier: Personally would be willing to do a lot for you though on a major condition.

Styx: Oh?

Courier: Treat Gallows better. Don’t get the sense you’re a great boss.

Styx: He asks and I give him a price, it’s fair.

Courier: He’s not exactly in the position to negotiate in his favor. You’ve got this entire place to yourself, freedom from the outside world, powers I don’t think I’ll ever comprehend..

Courier: He’s got whoever he’s got at this point, and we’re scrapping to make it through each week frankly.

Courier: Gains lean toward you. Understand you’re a businessman but… we’re poor. We don’t have a lot of options.

Courier: Whole reason we’re doing this fight is because we’re at the mercy of others. Consider…

He opens his mouth to say something, never letting a word out.

He goes silent. You see a shift in feelings gradually in his face.

Frustration… hurt… guilt.

He turns away from you.

Courier: Styx?

Styx: Thinking…

Styx: You do bring good points…

Styx: Makes me wonder if I’ve lost my way.

Styx: Wasn’t exactly born into much myself, whether it be money, body, or the people around me.

Styx: Do ponder why you entertained me this long when your own truth doesn’t exactly look kindly on me. It’s more than merited admittedly.

Styx: I’ll consider.

Courier: Are you going to be alright?

Styx: Make yourself comfortable for now. I’ll return your friend shortly.

Styx: Just… give me a moment…


You wake up back home curled up next to the rabbit. Was it a dream? You can’t help but wonder….

The light from the window in the room over indicates it’s morning.

As usual, it’s pouring outside..

You take a look over at your friend, stir just enough to cause him to shift and grumble

Courier: Gally?

He nods at you, half asleep.

Courier: Do you remember what happened last night?

Gallows: Too early to recall, feel like I gotta handle lent you know?

Courier: Mm… 

Gallows: Owe the boss a lime, you understand.

Courier: Mm… I do..

He’s doing that dialect thing, it’s cute but you can barely understand it…

Courier: Which boss? Starman?

Gallows: Nah, down the river bake, filled with ticks… little devil in my head, you know?

Courier: Mm…

Gallows: Seems to have canceled his appointments this week though, never seen him so… solemn? Not in a long time.

Gallows: Brooding a little… not going to complain about getting a bit more time off personally..

Courier: Ah.. is he going to be okay?

Gallows: He’ll get over it…

Gallows: Anyways, I’ll be up in a bit, still a little tired. You doing okay? Seem a bit… glum yourself.

Courier: Just… thinking a bit. I’ll join you soon.

Courier: Tell the boss he’s welcome over for dinner at some point, feel like I should get to know him some.

Gallows: We’ll see.

Courier: We'll see...
 

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Winter in Solitaire
Featured Characters: Arabis, Pitcher
CW: None
Recommendation Notes: Masa con Papas

 

 Arabis: Think I’ve wrapped up with the tree here… does it look fine?

Pitcher: Mm?

The cat looks over your shoulder.

Pitcher: That’s lovely actually….

Arabis: You think so? I did as much as I could..

Pitcher: Mmhmm, can tell you took your time. You’ve got a good eye for this too.

Arabis: I suppose I try.. How are things on your end?

Pitcher: Preparing the oven, taking a bit to warm up just right…

Arabis: Yours is a lot bigger than the one I had set up back home.

Pitcher: There’s a lot of us here, need the space.

Pitcher: Been a bit since I baked though, usually have Lavender for help. May ask you if you wouldn’t mind.

Arabis: Mm… I’m not much good at baking pastries but I can give it a good shot.

Pitcher: You’ll pick things up quickly.

Arabis: Hope so…

Pitcher: Out of curiosity, what did you generally do for meals back home?

Arabis: Me? Well.. I lived off the land as you’d imagine.

Arabis: Local catfish, geese, maize, squash, hot chocolate as a treat depending on the season..

Pitcher: Chocolate? Are there cocoa beans in the area?

Arabis: Mm, a local variety that grows like a root vegetable in pods under certain bushes. My kind has an affinity for detecting them, believe it or not. Like a truffle pig.

Pitcher: Never imagined that…

Arabis: Unfortunately I have to use a lot of root vegetable as a filler during the winter, my fiendish metabolism requires a lot to maintain consciousness during the cold season..

Pitcher: I can’t imagine that being easy…

Arabis: I manage where I can… may I take a look at what you’re working on?

Pitcher: Mmhmm!

You brush a few loose needles from the tree off yourself before stepping into the kitchen.

Within view are a couple of cakes taking form.

The aroma swept by the warm and welcoming air has you captivated instantly.

Arabis: Looks lovely.. Vanilla?

Pitcher: I was able to haggle for some in bulk. Hopefully you do not mind?

Arabis: No, I quite love it actually..

Pitcher: Perfect, makes it easier then.

Pitcher: I’d like to get things done before everyone returns from work..

Arabis: Mmhmm..

Pitcher: Zinnia and Lavender both have been taking more high risk jobs lately so… I think they could use it.

Pitcher: And Heath has been missing out taking Rosa to the doctor regularly. Picked up quite the worrying illness.. 

Arabis: Mm… I know money has been quite tight.

Pitcher: We’ll make it work, and we’ll celebrate the season no matter what happens.

Pitcher: To be honest, I was wondering if you could come with me to work this month. I like having a touch of extra muscle with me since well..

She gestures with her arms to put emphasis on her lack of height.

Pitcher: I can handle myself but I don’t like having to make a point so often.

Arabis: Mm.. I’d rather not fight personally but I’d prefer you safe.

Pitcher: You really won’t have to, most will see your size and reconsider very quickly.

Pitcher: It’ll be our little secret. My bodyguard is nothing more than a gentle giant.

Arabis: I can bite if needed..

Pitcher: I know, hopefully things will resolve without reaching that point.

Arabis: And what makes you think I wouldn’t start a fight in the moment?

Pitcher: Because if Zinnia felt comfortable enough to kiss lips laced with poison, you must be a very careful person.

Arabis: Please reconsider that entire sentence.

Pitcher: Oh?

Arabis: Zinnia is a very brave person. A gambler in life.

Pitcher: Zinnia also picks their battles carefully. Would not have tried if they were worried you’d bite.

Pitcher: I think you two are good together as well but… I should not pry too deeply. Lavender would scold me for picking your brain as much as I have.

Arabis: Good.

Pitcher: Rude, but fair…

Pitcher: Honestly though, if you really are sticking around I’m quite glad to have you as part of the family.

Pitcher: It’s nice having someone around who doesn’t treat me like a child. Lavender still does and everyone else parrots her a tad too much for my liking.


Pitcher: Sometimes I want to get in a little trouble, not too much to ask?

Arabis: I do feel that quite often myself..

Pitcher: Join me.  Make cake today, and tomorrow we’ll be drowning in bread.

Arabis: I’ll consider…

Pitcher’s ears flopped down.

Pitcher: Are you still not convinced?

Arabis: Think I’d just like to think about things a day at a time… but if you insist, I may join you on a few jobs.

Her ears perked back up.

Pitcher: You are a saint, bless you.

Arabis: I wouldn’t go that far but…

Arabis: I think as far as being part of a family?

Arabis: I could live with that…

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Winter with Styx
Featured Characters: Courier, Styx
CW: None
Recommendation Notes: Crownkiller's/King's Mulligan

 You are Courier checking in on Gallows.

Your friend’s been quiet all of today, and according to everyone he hasn’t left his room more than once to wash up.

You knock on the door ahead, holding a hot plate of stew with toast on the side.You’ll surprise the rabbit with a bit of care and company.

Styx: Come on in!

You’re surprised by the cadence, it’s not him but the little devil in his head.

You open the door and step inside.

Courier: Brought your dinner today, you doing alright?

Styx: Managing as best as I can…

Styx: This body is so sickly some days..

Styx: Fate is cruel…but..

He gives you a surprisingly blissful smile.

Styx: Sometimes fortune hands you its finest blade.

You can’t help but blush at that.

Courier: I’m surprised you took the front today.

Styx: You’ve invited me over, couldn’t refuse that much…

Styx: Besides, if I’m going to be as present as I am well..

Styx: It wouldn’t be fair to only take days where we’re at our best.

Courier: I’m glad you’ve been helping Gally with that…

Styx: Longest I’ve been with a host in a good while, no sign of leaving soon..
 
Courier: You known him long?

Styx: Since he was 19 or so about… I’ve lost track.

Courier: What do you mean?

Styx: It’s complicated and I rather he explain but… being tied to those beyond time and space may leave one a tad displaced.

Courier: Oh?

Styx: Mm.. somewhere between 7-9 years though depending on how you count things.

Courier: Ah… huh.

Styx: Mm. Neither of us are from this region and we’ll leave it at that.

Courier: A mystery.. I’m sure he has his reasons.

Styx: He does, mainly not wanting to recall any of that misery.

Styx: I’m in the same spot myself.. Much is forgotten to time regardless but the feeling is still strong.

Courier: Oh? How long ago?

Styx: That’s the kicker, who knows.

Styx: But either way.. I want to think about right now more…

Styx: Never seen you in a sweater before I must say.

Courier: The folks here set me up with one, winter’s brutal around these parts. Starman managed to find one with a hole.

Styx: It’s a wonderful look on you. Soft but classy.

Courier: We should get the two of you one too.

Styx: I prefer mine more form fitting but… perhaps I’ll give it a shot.

Styx: Been wanting personally to find more attire for myself but… I am not ready to reveal myself to anyone besides the handful of those I trust.

Courier: Why not?

Styx: Most find me instinctively vile.

Courier: Don’t think that’s the case, not for me.

You pull him into a hug.

His ears perk up immediately.

Styx: Still not used to this but.. It’s quite nice.

He puts his hand through your hair a little.

His gaze focuses on your true self, the blade impaled in the body you control.

Styx: You keep your real self bound up. Ponder why…

Courier: Safety reasons. Wouldn’t want to have an accident.

Styx: A shame. I’m sure whatever’s underneath is quite gorgeous.

Styx: Bet you’re capable of quite the clean cut too..

Courier: Very dangerous, especially for rabbits.

Styx: Certainly not a bad way to go though..

Courier: Could give me a test swing some time but..

Courier: I’d like to go out for a proper date first.

Styx: I can try to bargain for that.

Styx: A shame though, another day left imagining what beauty you hide…

He presses his snout to yours, looking you dead center through the mop off hair covering his face.

Styx: Not that I mind looking at this either. Beautiful eyes..

Courier:  Maybe I could get a look at yours?

You try to brush the hair away, him stopping you gently.

Styx: I… would like to take my time to get there.

Styx: They’re said to be the window to the soul.. I fear what you see will make you not want to be so close..

Courier: I’m sure they’re lovely..

Styx: Mm… I hope that opinion sticks but..

Styx: For now I’d like to play it safe.

Styx: This rabbit is my long time comrade, but also a vessel most find more pleasant than my true self I think…

Styx: You must be able to relate.

Courier: I do… I know both you and Gallows care about me regardless though.

Courier: I want you to feel the same…

Styx: I really would like to but…

He shakes his head.

Styx: Stay with me tonight so that I may build up my courage..

Styx: I want to the moment to be right for this..

Courier: I can do that.

Styx: No promises but… the next time we kiss on the lips… I want you to see everything.

Styx: Until then, I’m just want to spend some time with you…

Courier: The next time….

You’re curious.

You lean in just a little. His face completely turns red as contact is made.

A little smile comes across his face, snake-like fangs peeking past his lips.

You brush his hair aside, eyes glowing with unusually shaped pupil slits..

Styx: You really do want this..

Courier: Mmhmm…

Styx: I see… 

He buries his face into your shoulder.

Courier: You alright?

Styx: Did everything look fine…?

Courier: Amazing..

Styx: Mm….

Styx: Thank you for that..

Styx: Are.. you really staying for the rest of the night?

Courier: As long as you want that..

Styx: I look forward to that then…

He makes himself comfortable, serpent tail swishing about.

You’d never seen anyone more content…

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Winter in Darkest Night
Featured Characters: Spice and Targe
CW: None
Recommendation Notes: Be familiar with Crankshaft

 Spice: What you got there?

Targe: Piece of the old world, been in the family for some time.

Spice: Got a really nice melancholy to it..

Targe: Mm. Think some folks would find it out of season but I think it works.

Targe: Winter’s just as much a story of the tired pianist comforting lonely souls as it is the hot food and shorter days.

Spice: Aye. Noticed a few bits broken…

Targe: Mm.. needs some restoration work to get its full range back.

Targe: You wouldn’t mind keeping me company while I tinker? Someone to talk to helps me keep awake.

Spice: Sleepy?

Targe: Always. You know how it is.

Spice: Mm..

Spice: Be honest with you, glad you asked me.

Targe: Things alright?

Spice: So-so. Having a bit of an episode right now.

Spice: Frustrating not being able to take medication when my mood’s all thrown.

Targe: Mm..

Spice: Literally got nothing going on in my head these days and I can still feel it anyway. Don’t understand the whole undead thing sometimes.

Targe: Mm.. I mean technically every other part of you plays a role in how you think.

Spice: Guess so.

Targe: The whole ghost flame thing fills in a lot of gaps anyway. It’s why the whole gourd thing works at all.

Targe: Like magic nerves.

Spice: Aye…

Spice: Think they make a pill for that?

Targe: Worth taking a look. If not? We’ll find something.

Spice: Would be wonderful…

Spice: You know, I appreciate that you’ve always been good about the whole ghost rabbit thing.

Targe: My fault it happened in the first place-

Spice: Shh. Both of us were responsible for that.

Targe:  Mm… I mean… you didn’t have to take the bullet for me there either.

Spice: Didn’t want you to get hurt. Besides, I’m mostly intact.

Targe: I guess…

Spice: And I got to keep my best assets so that’s nice too.

Targe: I mean you had a cute face…

Spice: Mm. But I know that’s not what you were looking at.

Targe: Mm…

Spice: Be honest with yourself.

Targe: Do… appreciate that it’s easier to get to your neck.

Spice: Always were a biter, you and those teeth of yours.

Targe: Can’t be helped, about a 1/4th Shroud.

Spice: Mm..always thought it was cute personally. Little bat fangs.

Targe: I guess..

Spice: Spooky creature with spooky interests.

Spice: Hmm… surprise me.

Targe: Oh?

Spice: Want to hear something nice from you.

Targe: I love yo-

Spice: No, something new. Something that’ll stick with me in a different way.

Targe: Difficult… Mm….

Targe: You know the little W mouth?

Spice: You like that?

Targe: Maybe…

Spice: I’m not settling for *just* Maybe.

Targe: It’s cute, want to kiss it.

Targe: First time you started doing the Jack-O-Lantern thing it really got me…

Targe: Hate to admit it but… Once went to the market. Got a bit flustered because I saw the type of gourd you use on a decorative scarecrow…

Spice: Oh my god?

Targe: You’ve awakened something genuinely awful in me, congrats.

Spice: Nah, I love that.

Targe: Was hoping so, otherwise I’d look like an ass just now.

Spice: You’re more than fine.

Targe: Now I want something out of you though.

Spice: Hmm…

Spice: This one might be too bad.

Targe: Oh?

Spice: So… I used to think about you turning into a vampire?

Targe: I mean that’s not entirely incorrect.

Spice: And cutting out my heart to drink like a juice box.

Targe: That’s um.. Okay.

Spice: And then turning me into your undead partner and moving into a castle together til the world crumbles.

Targe: Oh.

Spice: Guess you did, minus the castle part.

Spice: I’m your beloved ghost rabbit.

Targe: As opposed to the living rabbit?

Spice: I mean yes, that’s more common.

Targe:... I suppose.

Spice: We’d terrorize monster hunters and have our last stand and go out in a blaze of glory when the local village attacks.

Targe: You’ve thought a lot about this. Don’t mind by the way.

Spice: I know you don’t. Anyway after the fire I’d just leave pumpkin seeds everywhere and come back as a whole army and we’d make a giant bed to all snuggle together.

Targe: …I kind of like that idea. Is that possible?

Spice: We’ll find out next harvest.

Targe:.... What did you do?

Spice: God’s work… If we end up with a crisis well, I can call a few friends for favors.

Targe: Think we do that enough…

Spice: Yeah..

Spice: Oh wow that sound’s pretty lovely. You all done?

Targe: Missing some oil to finish the job. Gotta take out some rough edges.

Targe: Long overdue to fix it up.

Spice: What kept you back?

Targe: Don’t know.. Always get nervous when work has a little more weight to it.

Targe: Mess up on a job like this, going to kick myself to the end of time.

Spice: And now that you’ve gotten the bulk done?

Targe: Better.

Targe: Taking a break for now, not much more that can be done at the moment.

Spice: Honestly, feeling going out for late lunch. Been a bit since we’ve done that.

Targe: Mm. Too tired to cook something right now anyway. Let’s start looking around the local spots then. Got a preference?

Spice: Something savory…

Targe: Could settle for a soup personally. Cold weather’s got me craving.

Targe:  Think there’s a spot that’s got some of that meat stew Kurt keeps telling us about. What was it?

Spice: Uhhh, Menudo?

Targe: Aye. Feeling adventurous.

Spice: May as well. If you’re ready to go we can head out now.

Targe: If you can keep up, last time you complained about short legs.

Spice: Last night-

Targe: Save it for later or we’re never going to eat.

Spice: That case just slow down for me, some of us aren’t all that tall.

Targe: Guess I can afford that..

Targe: Come on then, no time to waste.

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Fishing Hook - Masa Miniseries
Featured Characters: Charon,Sabbath
CW: None
Recommendation Notes: Being familiar with Masa helps but is not needed.

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Part 1




 

Sabbath: Your aim’s too loose.

Charon: Pardon?

Sabbath: You’re just letting it go anywhere. You wanna hit near rocks or moss. Fish like to poke their heads around there when they’re hungry.

You pull back in your fishing rod, you’ve spent the last half hour without much luck.

You recognize the metal rabbit as your… relative? Sabbath’s been living with Erica on and off for awhile, though you don’t know much about where they came from.

They seem to be a living weapon, one that manifests as a remnant of their wielder.

Erica mentioned they came from the family armory.

You’ve heard of such a phenomenon but never seen this in person…

Charon: Ah…

Charon: I’ve never been one to fish much.

Sabbath: I can tell, no offense.

Sabbath: What’s got you doing this? Doesn’t seem like your thing.

Charon: Preparing for a camping trip with Geezer. Need to be on point in case things get desperate.

Sabbath: I mean… you’re camping out in these woods right?

Charon: A little further out..

Sabbath: You’ll be fine. Fiends are perfect for woodland life.

Charon: I suppose..

Charon: We haven’t talked much.

Sabbath: Noticed.

Charon: Are we cousins or…

Sabbath: Complicated. Not the right word for sure though.

Sabbath: Hand me that tackle.

You pass along your makeshift fishing rod, Sabbath gives it a close look..

Sabbath: You build this?

Charon: Mm…

Sabbath: This is old school. No actual rod, just a weighted hook to toss and a long line of fiend thread.

Sabbath: I can respect it, though personally not my thing.

Charon: I wanted to try something I could make easily on the spot…

Sabbath: Preparing for the worst?

Charon: Always.

Sabbath: I see. I get it, but it’s not ideal. Too much worrying.

The rabbit puts a basket down on the ground.

Sabbath: Good a spot as any to picnic, join me?

Charon: Don’t see why not.

Sabbath: Nice. Made extra sandwiches just in case someone else was here.

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Part 2

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Charon: So why fishing? Seems like you do quite a bit of it whenever I see you around.

Sabbath: Something low stress to do on your own. You know how it is.

Sabbath: Not much of a people person.

Sabbath: You’re a bit of the same some days too yeah?

Charon: What do you mean?

Sabbath: I see your work bench, you tinker quite a bit.

Sabbath: Not a bad thing, nerd hobbies are valid.

Charon: Fishing’s not a nerd hobby?

Sabbath: It’s a dad hobby.

Charon: Don’t really look like a dad as far as I can tell.

Sabbath: The fish are my children.

Charon: Don’t you eat them?

Sabbath: What’s your point?

Charon:... I’ll move on.

Sabbath: Hehe…

Charon: So are we cousins or…

Sabbath: Officially? Not settled on a term.

Sabbath: I guess your Uncle maybe?

Charon: You do call Erica your mother..

Sabbath: She’s a lot of people’s mom whether she thinks of it that way or not.

Sabbath: She used to be a lot harder as a parent though. Made me want to tear out my hair sometimes.

Sabbath: Think her own parents were way worse to her, so she wanted to make me tougher at first.

Sabbath: But… that’s a long time ago I guess.

Sabbath: She’s eased up, maybe she likes rabbits or something.

Charon: I mean… Geezer.

Sabbath: Yeah exactly.

Sabbath: I wish rabbits were real.

Charon:... But they are.

Sabbath: Sounds fake. I’m a sword.

Charon:.. I suppose that’s true.

Charon: I’m a bit of a expert on arms myself, so I am curious about that aspect.

Sabbath: Don’t make it weird dude.

Charon: Is it a sore subject or-

Sabbath: I don’t ask you about how pink your kidneys are or how laying eggs went so I don’t want to hear it.

Charon:... I don’t lay eggs.

Sabbath: You will, eventually.

Charon: I’m a mammal.

Sabbath: Not really. Fiends die in the cold and can all lay eggs. Just because Erica forgot to give you the talk doesn’t mean you’re immune.

Charon: I’m going to have to ask her about this later….

Sabbath: No kidding. Bet she never mentioned the two other puberty cycles.

Charon:.. I’m going to ignore that.

Sabbath digs into their bag and pulls out a sandwich in a ziplock.

Sabbath: Almost forgot, promised you one of these.

You take the bag in hand and give the sandwich a good look through the clear plastic.

Charon: Banana?

Sabbath: Grilled PB and Banana, never had?

Charon: Not at all.

Sabbath: It’s a bit of a treat, you’ll appreciate it.

You unwrap the thing and take a good bite.

Charon: Salty, but sweet…

Sabbath: Yeah.

Charon: Bit of a chunky sandwich.

Sabbath: Eat these for breakfast all the time, get your protein fast.

Charon: Wish I had milk honestly… but I appreciate it.

Sabbath: You’ll live.

Charon: So why’d you approach me anyway?

Sabbath: You were bad at fishing.

Charon: I mean..

Sabbath: I wanted an excuse to talk to someone and you gave me a clean shot at that.

Charon: How is it in practice?

Sabbath: It’s alright.

Sabbath: You still interested in trying to fish?

Charon: Mm…

Sabbath: Finish up that sandwich and I’ll loan you a rod, give you a proper lesson.

Sabbath: Least I can do for you listening me go off a bit.

Sabbath: Sound good?

Charon: Anything I can do to repay you?

Sabbath: It’s on the house dude, just be a good listener.

Charon: I can do that.