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[quote name="xxvi" date="2020-10-19 07:31:49" ]
The Night of the Nocturne was far from peaceful.
The Arcanist and Stormcatcher had somehow managed to cause another explosion and were currently in the time-out corner, the Lightweaver and Shadowbinder was fighting again and poor Earthshaker was busy trying to clean up the messes his younger brethren were making.
Its a wonder why we haven’t torn each other apart already. Plaguebringer reflected as she watched the Arcannist nearly summon another eldritch being for the third time in a row. She resisted the urge to face-palm.
“Hello there Plaguebringer!”
The voice jostled the deity out of her thoughts, and she grumpily turned back to the grinning face of Windsinger.
“Windsinger.”
“Heya! How’s things going along in Wyrmwood? I’ve been thinking of visiting again, you know. The Scarred Wasteland is so very interesting! I’ve never met dragons similar to them anywhere in Sornieth and they carry so many interesting diseases! But they’re always no fun y’know, all about the survival and death and infections…”
As he spoke the noodle god twisted and swirled around, which was definitely not helping Plaguebringer’s new developing headache.
“-and I told them that they were lucky to have such a beautiful deity like you! Well, they were certainly surprised when I told them that and nearly fell into one of those crater thingies, but luckily they survived! I think. Its a bit hard to tell when they look like three-month old roadkill and-”
Wait what. The Plaguebringer whipped around to face the circling Wind deity.
“What?”
“What?” The Windsinger briefly stopped spiralling around to look at her.
“What did you just call me?”
“I called you beautiful. Anyways, after I poked them with a very long nearby stick - I think it mighty’ve been some very large femur bone - I found out that they were indeed alive and speaking. And so I said-” The Windsinger rambled onwards, not noticing the Plague deity’s confused and shocked expression.
“You.. called… me beautiful?”
The Plaguebringer had never been called beautiful before. Even she herself had never considered herself beautiful.
“Yes.” The Wind deity finally noticed the Plaguebringer’s shocked expression, and stopped spiraling in mid-air to float towards her.
“Are… you alright?”
Was… the Plaguebringer… tearing up? The Plague deity seemed to be on the verge of a breakdown.
“I… think that we should take this outside.” The Windsinger lightly nudged one of Plaguebringer’s wings, looking around to see if there were anybody around before gently guiding the Plaguebringer outside.
“Are you alright.”
“I’m fine.” The Plaguebringer looked away.
All her entire life had been spent living in the shadows and infections. Other dragons from the flights whispered in fear of her, in fear of the infections that killed slowly and surely. Her children were seen as savages and disgusting while the Plaguebringer herself was feared, never loved.
“You don’t seem fine.” The Windsinger’s playful expression was gone, replaced by one laced with worry.
“It’s alright. I’ve just… never been called beautiful before.”
The Windsinger hummed in surprise.
“Really? That’s unusual, especially for someone like you.”
Was it only her imagination, or was the Windsinger closer to her than before?
The Plaguebringer couldn’t disguise the blush that crept up.
“You… find me beautiful?”
“Extremely.” The Windsinger grinned. He was definitely closer now.
The Plaguebringer blushed again, her bloodred scales flushing a even deeper red.
“Why, do you not like others calling you beautiful?”
“No… its not that…”
The Windsinger was close, much too close for the Plaguebringer’s liking.
“It’s just… the fact that I’m not very...beautiful.”
Who would ever find a plague-infested skeleton beautiful?
“Nonsense, Plaguebringer.”
The space between them was practically non-existent.
“You’re breathtaking whether you admit it or not.”
Closing what little distance they had left, the Windsinger curled himself around the Plaguebringer as he leaned to kiss the other deity, savoring the tender moment before the two.
You’re beautiful.
yeet here you go
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This is cursed. I LOVE IT.
xxvi wrote on 2020-10-19 07:31:49:
The Night of the Nocturne was far from peaceful.
The Arcanist and Stormcatcher had somehow managed to cause another explosion and were currently in the time-out corner, the Lightweaver and Shadowbinder was fighting again and poor Earthshaker was busy trying to clean up the messes his younger brethren were making.
Its a wonder why we haven’t torn each other apart already. Plaguebringer reflected as she watched the Arcannist nearly summon another eldritch being for the third time in a row. She resisted the urge to face-palm.
“Hello there Plaguebringer!”
The voice jostled the deity out of her thoughts, and she grumpily turned back to the grinning face of Windsinger.
“Windsinger.”
“Heya! How’s things going along in Wyrmwood? I’ve been thinking of visiting again, you know. The Scarred Wasteland is so very interesting! I’ve never met dragons similar to them anywhere in Sornieth and they carry so many interesting diseases! But they’re always no fun y’know, all about the survival and death and infections…”
As he spoke the noodle god twisted and swirled around, which was definitely not helping Plaguebringer’s new developing headache.
“-and I told them that they were lucky to have such a beautiful deity like you! Well, they were certainly surprised when I told them that and nearly fell into one of those crater thingies, but luckily they survived! I think. Its a bit hard to tell when they look like three-month old roadkill and-”
Wait what. The Plaguebringer whipped around to face the circling Wind deity.
“What?”
“What?” The Windsinger briefly stopped spiralling around to look at her.
“What did you just call me?”
“I called you beautiful. Anyways, after I poked them with a very long nearby stick - I think it mighty’ve been some very large femur bone - I found out that they were indeed alive and speaking. And so I said-” The Windsinger rambled onwards, not noticing the Plague deity’s confused and shocked expression.
“You.. called… me beautiful?”
The Plaguebringer had never been called beautiful before. Even she herself had never considered herself beautiful.
“Yes.” The Wind deity finally noticed the Plaguebringer’s shocked expression, and stopped spiraling in mid-air to float towards her.
“Are… you alright?”
Was… the Plaguebringer… tearing up? The Plague deity seemed to be on the verge of a breakdown.
“I… think that we should take this outside.” The Windsinger lightly nudged one of Plaguebringer’s wings, looking around to see if there were anybody around before gently guiding the Plaguebringer outside.
“Are you alright.”
“I’m fine.” The Plaguebringer looked away.
All her entire life had been spent living in the shadows and infections. Other dragons from the flights whispered in fear of her, in fear of the infections that killed slowly and surely. Her children were seen as savages and disgusting while the Plaguebringer herself was feared, never loved.
“You don’t seem fine.” The Windsinger’s playful expression was gone, replaced by one laced with worry.
“It’s alright. I’ve just… never been called beautiful before.”
The Windsinger hummed in surprise.
“Really? That’s unusual, especially for someone like you.”
Was it only her imagination, or was the Windsinger closer to her than before?
The Plaguebringer couldn’t disguise the blush that crept up.
“You… find me beautiful?”
“Extremely.” The Windsinger grinned. He was definitely closer now.
The Plaguebringer blushed again, her bloodred scales flushing a even deeper red.
“Why, do you not like others calling you beautiful?”
“No… its not that…”
The Windsinger was close, much too close for the Plaguebringer’s liking.
“It’s just… the fact that I’m not very...beautiful.”
Who would ever find a plague-infested skeleton beautiful?
“Nonsense, Plaguebringer.”
The space between them was practically non-existent.
“You’re breathtaking whether you admit it or not.”
Closing what little distance they had left, the Windsinger curled himself around the Plaguebringer as he leaned to kiss the other deity, savoring the tender moment before the two.
You’re beautiful.
yeet here you go
The Arcanist and Stormcatcher had somehow managed to cause another explosion and were currently in the time-out corner, the Lightweaver and Shadowbinder was fighting again and poor Earthshaker was busy trying to clean up the messes his younger brethren were making.
Its a wonder why we haven’t torn each other apart already. Plaguebringer reflected as she watched the Arcannist nearly summon another eldritch being for the third time in a row. She resisted the urge to face-palm.
“Hello there Plaguebringer!”
The voice jostled the deity out of her thoughts, and she grumpily turned back to the grinning face of Windsinger.
“Windsinger.”
“Heya! How’s things going along in Wyrmwood? I’ve been thinking of visiting again, you know. The Scarred Wasteland is so very interesting! I’ve never met dragons similar to them anywhere in Sornieth and they carry so many interesting diseases! But they’re always no fun y’know, all about the survival and death and infections…”
As he spoke the noodle god twisted and swirled around, which was definitely not helping Plaguebringer’s new developing headache.
“-and I told them that they were lucky to have such a beautiful deity like you! Well, they were certainly surprised when I told them that and nearly fell into one of those crater thingies, but luckily they survived! I think. Its a bit hard to tell when they look like three-month old roadkill and-”
Wait what. The Plaguebringer whipped around to face the circling Wind deity.
“What?”
“What?” The Windsinger briefly stopped spiralling around to look at her.
“What did you just call me?”
“I called you beautiful. Anyways, after I poked them with a very long nearby stick - I think it mighty’ve been some very large femur bone - I found out that they were indeed alive and speaking. And so I said-” The Windsinger rambled onwards, not noticing the Plague deity’s confused and shocked expression.
“You.. called… me beautiful?”
The Plaguebringer had never been called beautiful before. Even she herself had never considered herself beautiful.
“Yes.” The Wind deity finally noticed the Plaguebringer’s shocked expression, and stopped spiraling in mid-air to float towards her.
“Are… you alright?”
Was… the Plaguebringer… tearing up? The Plague deity seemed to be on the verge of a breakdown.
“I… think that we should take this outside.” The Windsinger lightly nudged one of Plaguebringer’s wings, looking around to see if there were anybody around before gently guiding the Plaguebringer outside.
“Are you alright.”
“I’m fine.” The Plaguebringer looked away.
All her entire life had been spent living in the shadows and infections. Other dragons from the flights whispered in fear of her, in fear of the infections that killed slowly and surely. Her children were seen as savages and disgusting while the Plaguebringer herself was feared, never loved.
“You don’t seem fine.” The Windsinger’s playful expression was gone, replaced by one laced with worry.
“It’s alright. I’ve just… never been called beautiful before.”
The Windsinger hummed in surprise.
“Really? That’s unusual, especially for someone like you.”
Was it only her imagination, or was the Windsinger closer to her than before?
The Plaguebringer couldn’t disguise the blush that crept up.
“You… find me beautiful?”
“Extremely.” The Windsinger grinned. He was definitely closer now.
The Plaguebringer blushed again, her bloodred scales flushing a even deeper red.
“Why, do you not like others calling you beautiful?”
“No… its not that…”
The Windsinger was close, much too close for the Plaguebringer’s liking.
“It’s just… the fact that I’m not very...beautiful.”
Who would ever find a plague-infested skeleton beautiful?
“Nonsense, Plaguebringer.”
The space between them was practically non-existent.
“You’re breathtaking whether you admit it or not.”
Closing what little distance they had left, the Windsinger curled himself around the Plaguebringer as he leaned to kiss the other deity, savoring the tender moment before the two.
You’re beautiful.
yeet here you go
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