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Rythian Mbmmls

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Happy International Asexuality Day!!! 🖤🩶🤍💜

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I’m kinda late to the party but like, I’m right tho

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I’m kinda late to the party but like, I’m right tho

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two girls... idk

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Since I wont have time to make dawnlight art today, y'all can have this silly thing I made for the last lore post 🙂‍↕️

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SCREAMINGHG

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DIE!! DIE!! DIE!!!

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Cursed audio

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two of them

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and the cubitos on their own, ofc <3

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The Flower Knight is acting strange, or so thinks the Boy who fell from the Sky.

Shiftier than usual, ears pricked and stance on high alert. For a while he believes it a remnant of their trip to the Underearth, the danger lingering on her mind. But he watches, observes, and it's not quite right.

She's hiding something.

Specifically, she's hiding something from the Druid. Whenever Briony leaves their valley, she bursts into action and scurries into her house, and then he doesn't see her emerge until her charge has returned. It's concerning, but he has his own things to get on with, and it leaves his mind for the rest of the day.

That is, until he's grabbed by the shoulder and guided to a quiet corner by the Knight. "Have you told her?"

"Told her what?" Rythian snaps back, the mild panic in her voice putting him on edge, "What have you been doing all day?" "You've-" Kirsty snickers, "You don't know?"

He gives her a look she's come to recognise as "very funny" and she relaxes, putting her hand back on his shoulder. "It's her birthday. I've been putting a little party together."

Rythian glances down the valley, to where Briony is gingerly peering into the ice chamber he'd forgotten to melt. "And it's a surprise?" "I hope so. She's more observant than I give her credit for."

They're shoulder to shoulder, the afternoon sunlight dappled on their clothes. "Kirsty?" She looks at him, though her focus stays forwards. She hums a yes. "What's a birthday?"

"Are- Are you joking? Or-" He splutters a laugh as she thumps him in the side. "You're terrible!"

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two normal girls making normal pancakes

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i just love love love that dl rythian is a little silly! 'its not my fault i went into the caves and you're not allowed to be mad at me.' SO GOOD. what a lack of trauma does to a mfer

this was probably my fave line from the episode anon so I drew the sillies for u

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His dreams are foggy. He remembers the second night in the cabin well, still half dressed and exhausted in a way that sleep couldn't fix, where he'd stumbled out into the adjoining bay and watched the seafog tumble across the sand.

The fog in his dreams is different. It doesn't shift and swirl, uncomfortably still without that gentle breeze to play with it.

This doesn't matter much, though. He stands up, always 'waking' in the same divot of earth, and walks to where he knows she's waiting.

There are others here. Soft shades of black hair and cool water, bitter drinks and warm company. There is a hill that feels like betrayal, though it doesn't carry the anger he'd expect. He always beelines for the woods.

He sits down on a fallen tree, next to the mushrooms and moss, and watches her. She potters about the plants, tending to them and talking, though he can't make out the words. She smiles, wide and genuine, and for a second he can recognise red hair and bright blue eyes and

and

His dreams are foggy. She vanishes quickly as the grey thickens and he calls out. The noise is muffled. He stands, frantic, and reaches for her but the ground falls away beneath him and he falls with it.

Rythian wakes with a jolt. His chest aches, the rib healed but still tender, and he curls into a ball.

"You okay?" The flower knight's voice is hushed and groggy.

He considers telling her, briefly, but the details vanish as he tries to think, "Yeah. Just a weird dream."

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bean

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"It's a long story. I'll tell you about it some other time."