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Loop Mornings
Enoch O’Connor x Reader Fluff
Miss Peregrines Home for Peculair Children
My eyes fluttered open as the sound of familiar birds sang their morning calls in the garden. I woke the same way every day. The same minute, of the same day, of the same year. September 3rd 1943. As always I closed my eyes again, attempting to fall back into a deep slumber.
I shivered as a breeze came through the window and snuggled deeper into the duvet and the strong arms that encompassed me. Enoch must have forgotten to close the window the night before after we'd spent the evening on the balcony. I felt my face heat up at the memory. Despite having been together for the past twenty years in the loop, the thought of the broody boy set my cheeks aflame and my stomach to flutter in nervous excitement.
As if he knew I was thinking about him, I felt Enoch shift beside me. He mumbled something illegible and pulled my body closer to him. I let out a breathless laugh and let myself be pressed against his chest. At last, I let my eyes open fully as I listened to his steady heartbeat in his chest. My fingers drew out intricate patterns with a featherlight touch on his chest, being as careful as I could not to wake him. Although, knowing Enoch he was probably already awake and just pretending. He did that a lot, especially in quiet loop mornings like this, just feigning sleep to make the moment last longer.
Despite being virtually adults, and both the oldest wards under her care, Miss Peregrine still disapproved of us sharing a bed. So, moments like this were rare and short-lived.
Enoch stroked a hand down my back softly. His hands were calloused from all the manual work he did constructing his homunculi, but I felt his roughened caress comforting. As his hand made its way down my bare spine I was reminded suddenly that I was naked, which meant he certainly was too. “G’Morning, darling.” He said in a husky voice that was rough from sleep. I felt a shiver go through me at the deep rumble of it.
I tilted my head back and placed a soft, lingering kiss on his jaw in reply. I saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed when my lips carried on a trail downwards along the column of his neck. “Morning handsome,” I murmured against his hot skin.
Enoch groaned and pulled me on top of him so fast it made my head spin. I giggled quietly, aware that we couldn't be too loud. The walls in this house were ridiculously thin. I ran my hands down his defined chest teasingly as he gripped my hips tightly.
“How long have we got?” He asked me slightly breathless when my hands drifted lower, tracing the deep v-line on his hips.
I grinned devilishly, “Long enough.” And with that, Enoch captured my lips in a searing kiss full of lust and love.
Loop mornings were repetitive-literally, and there was no way to deny that. But it didn't mean they couldn't be fun. And as long as I had Enoch, I could spend every morning like this. Full of searing kisses, soft caresses and gasped breaths. Forever.
#enoch o'connor#enoch#mphfpc#miss peregrines home for peculiar children#young adult#fluff#steamy#enochxreader#enoch o’connor x reader#imagine#soft aesthetic#romance#fanfic#drabble#short fiction#sleepy#kisses#x reader#reader insert#gender neutral reader
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MPHFPC mini-masterlist:
mother m-list | request guidelines
| x reader | ⤸
Enoch O’Connor. (Movie adaptation) ⤸
Following Strange Trails. ⤸
Summary: Your Jacob’s sister and have come along with him to uncover Abe’s tales and held secrets, though you didn’t expect that the cute boy from your favourite childhood stories would become the source of your affections — and you definitely didn’t think that boy would begin to quote the music album you’d discreetly slipped him.
Leak Death. ⤸
Summary: Enoch has refused to let anyone know about your relationship for months but still acts out when someone else takes an interest.
Tear Your Eyes, They Wonder. ⤸
Summary: He was always more interesting.
The Promises Between Us. ⤸
Summary: Enoch’s not great at expressing his feelings, neither are you.
Drive Him Mental; Love Him To The Bone. ⤸
Summary: You love him angry.
Twines Of Fire Ignite Us. Lover, Our Love’s Immortal
Summary: Your mates heart belongs to her… right?
Olive Elephanta. (Movie adaptation) ⤸
Drip Sweet Like The Summer Air; We’re Forbidden Fruit. ⤸
Summary: She’s summer heat captured in one soul. She burns against the times.
Jacob Portman. (Movie adaptation/Book One) ⤸
(awaiting requests)
| character x character | ⤸
Jacob Portman x Ricky Pickering. (Book One) ⤸
Stained Fingers. ⤸
Summary: Ricky’s car breaks down on his way home. He takes solace in his (not) friends home, Jacob’s, while it storms, when he decides he wants to go through with dyeing his hair.
How They Got Together. ⤸
Summary: Extended Headcannon’s on different ways I think Ricky and Jacob would make the steps to being in a committed relationship.
#mphfpc#enoch o'connor#olive elephanta#jacob portman#ricky pickering#mphfpc movie adaptation#x reader#x fem!reader#character x character#taking requests#request guidelines#masterlist#oneshot#headcanon#extended headcannons#drabble#miss peregrines home for peculiar children
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Shelby I’ve been thinking about this pic and his thighs for HOURSSSS
personal hc that Joel isn’t a head pusher, but he plays with ur hair every time you give him head
enoch baby you're killing omfg HIS THIGHS LET ME BE IN BETWEEN THEM
joel is very gentle. in every sense of the word. he can be rough at times, but he just wants to take care of you mostly. he lets you take your time, setting the pace and doesn't push you or rush you in any way. he loves playing with your hair when you have him in your mouth. praising you the entire time and brushing it away from your forehead to look down into your eyes. his knuckles grazing your cheek softly as you drool around him.
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As the fae was being directed into Enoch's room by the angry pirodeti, he didn't notice the bird perched in the branches of a nearby tree. A bird that soon took off and flew away. in a flutter of its wings
#what do I tag this as#{Daileas Drabble#{Mhoirbheinn Drabble#{Royal AU#because yes Daileas and Enoch aren't the only sneaky mfers around!#Mhoirbheinn missed his calling being a spy#but yeah he had a bird discreetly follow Daileas#and seeing Daileas and Enoch being friendly (he thinks? it looks like Enoch might have been trying to kill him)#the lightbulb clicked for Mhoirbheinn#so Mhoirbheinn's suspicions about the hit might be getting relayed to the Consort orz#{Tengmen Party}
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"...Taari. We're coming in, alright?"
No answer. Just as it had been when Zikiriel and Enoch had knocked at their brother's door. The elder of the two gives a small nod, and Zikiriel carefully opens the door and steps inside.
Tahariel sat silently at his desk, seemingly not even noticing the pair enter. His elbows rest atop the wooden surface, hands clasped together, and head lowered to rest against them. It almost looked as though he were in deep prayer...if it weren't for the fact that he, himself was a god.
And to whom could a god pray for succor? For relief?
Zikiriel approached quietly. Knuckles rapping at the corner of the desk in hopes of garnering his brother's attention.
To his surprise, it worked...albeit perhaps a bit too well. The dark haired angel jolts upright, gaze darting between his two older brothers a few times before he slowly starts to relax. His face is a bit red and puffy, and his eyes seem to show every bit of his age.
The last time they had seen Tahariel like this had been back when Allisae had died. Given up her mortal body to become the goddess that she was now. He seemed so...lost.
Aside from the soft "Oh..." that left Enoch's mouth, nobody said anything. Tahariel's brows upturned, and his breath hitched...but before any tears could begin to fall again, Enoch's arms wrapped tightly around him. Zikiriel's hands squeezed at his shoulders in a slow, comforting rhythm.
Perhaps they couldn't solve the problem of Chercia having been Corrupted, but they could at least be there for support.
They just hoped that support would be enough to keep Tahariel from coming apart before a cure could be found.
#[Zikiriel -drabbles-]#[Enoch -drabbles-]#[Tahariel -drabbles-]#As you can all tell#Taari isn't taking his daughter's Corruption very well orz
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Jacob Portman/Male!Reader Drabble
I literally love him so much
He's just amazing
Argument won't be word for word because I finished the books a WHILE ago
Okay this is kind of like a parallel to one of my Emma fics where it's made up time whenever he and Emma break up
Summary: You talk to Jacob in the car whenever he and Emma have their fight.
You had woken up slightly in the dim light of the car. It was parked under a big bridge, and it was coaxing you back to sleep whenever you heard hushed voices in the front seat.
Not opening your eyes so you could eavesdrop, you listened to the strained whispering. Emma and Jacob were in the front seat, you remembered. You always found it intriguing when they fought due to the fact that you had a natural pull to the home-wrecking newcomer.
"You only see me as my grandpa! Just admit that's how it's always been; you aren't over him!" Jacob hissed.
"Jacob, I don't think of you as Abe! You're your own person, and I'm more over Abe than I ever have been." Emma seemed like she was starting to get exasperated with him.
Jacob huffed. "Sure you do. That's exactly why you tried to call him."
"You're obviously not listening to me. I'm going out of the car to get some air before we wake Enoch and don't hear the end of it." She slammed open the car door and got out.
"Yeah, you're obviously worried about not waking everybody." Jacob muttered.
You chuckled lightly and opened your eyes. The look on his face was priceless. It betrayed how angry he was, but there was also another look in his eyes that you couldn't really place.
"You both woke me up a while ago." You explained. "I heard everything."
Jacob turned back forward to look out the window solemnly. "I just don't know what to do anymore."
You drummed your fingers on the car door, trying to think of something to console him. You really didn't have much to say though; it's not like you cared that they broke up. You were pretty happy actually.
"Well, you want to know what I think?" You asked.
"Not really, but go ahead."
"I think that you both are a little bit stupid."
Jacob turned back to look at you with a dumbfounded look. You stared at him right back, definitely not backing down on this one.
"That's right; you're stupid. You, Jacob, are stupid for thinking a girl who dated your grandfather would think of you any different. And Emma is stupid for thinking she was over him."
"Wise words, I guess." Jacob rolled his eyes at your explanation.
"No, true words." You smiled.
Taking a leap of faith, you reached your hand over and put it on top of his that was resting on the middle console between you. He looked down at your hands, furrowing his brows.
"Just, you know, for moral support." You shrugged and a sly smile reached your face.
Despite his earlier worries, Jacob smiled too.
#fanfiction#mphfpc#male reader#miss peregrines home for peculiar children#fanfic#jacob portman#miss peregrine book#jacob portman x you#jacob portman x male reader#jacob portman x reader
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im sort of rotting off in the brain, have a drabble of the aftermath of enoch eating eglus best friend infront of him
this is cringe like truthfully cringe but whatever its 4 am morning red will regret this not me im nightime red
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omg okay so this was agessss ago (like maybe a year, i havent checked) but i remember this drabble thingy you did for enoch oconnor from mphfpc??? and it was so stinking cute and good i havent been able to stop thinking about it
AWW tysm!! It’s called Doll parts I think :) I love Enoch and his lil dolls so much <33
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Myldren x Enoch drabble
There was no time to argue, so Bronwyn, Enoch, and I ran ahead while Emma and Jacob veered off the path, hoping the creature would follow, and it did. I grabbed ahold of Enoch and Bronwyn's clothes, wasting no time In pushing every last ounce of calm into them. It was a strange emotion, the feeling reminded me of a stream, as most positive feelings did, although sadness was a much colder one. When we had gotten through to the loop I was quick to grab Bronwyn's face, looking her over for any ounce of scar, blood, aging, or worse, and once she was clear I repeated the action to Enoch, taking a little longer for his. "you need to sleep more, Enoch." I grinned, and he rolled his eyes at me, shoving me away from him. "Oh shut up."
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This is a clip from "the loop" on wattpad, go read it, by They_Luv_Adonis.
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🐸: for your HP headcanons, absolutely obsessed with fat ron as a whole, especially in an exjock type of vein, but specifically dean x ron and like this isn’t super fleshed out but maybe like a hogsmeade date in honeydukes and dean subtly feeding ron lots of sweets. i feel like ron would have a ton of stretch marks from eating a lot really quickly and ESPECIALLY jiggly moobs
Henlo Froggie anon 🐸
I had initially not been intending to talk actual HP, more just crossover thoughts with my more immediate fandoms. However, the idea of chub/ex-jock Ron (especially with his year 5-6 look), and who doesn't love Alfie Enoch. Haha stretch marks have never really done anything for me, personally, but I love a boy with cute tits so I feel you on that level (moobs is kind of a mild squick for me haha). I think I could be brought over on a hogsmeade date, but (weirdly) cute, couple-y, saccharine stuff is just not my bag. But I can definitely see hooking up in the room of requirement, of the prefects' bathroom, or trying to lock down a room in Gryffindor tower or some other secret room. Tbh it's been forever since I read the books, and even though I've been watching the movies, I don't remember much about dean other than his actor. I'm sorry if I led people on with that post, I think I could drabble more about the more central main characters, but I definitely like the idea. I'll have to see if I have any pics that give me chubby Ron Weasley vibes 👀
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going to do this even though nobody asked
i’m really happy with Attrition because i got to do a bit of the experimental stuff i do in my other works. still learning how to best write hypnosis though lol. outside of fic i have a short story called A Portrait for Mallory that’s part of a historical fiction project i’m doing!
my most popular is def my vento aureo kinktober compilation. it’s nearing 10k hits which is kinda crazy
the book of enoch , my drebber character study. i put a lot of my niche ass interests in there
i looooove when there’s power dynamics at play in fic. love how that can manifest
i would literally rather die than write some things but out of ones i’ve written, i have to say i get bored of writing regular fluff pretty quickly. i need Evil
my brain is exploding with ideas all day every day so this list is infinite but i would love to do some real nasty stuff about sebby being kidnapped
the kinktobers combined has the most words, but for standalone works it’s means, ends. i also wrote a novella back in high school which is much longer!
name me, which is pretty much a dialogue drabble
i’m not a very collaborative type, far too perfectionist and a control freak. however i do workshop ideas with people all the time
even if it’s not obvious, everything is a character study for me
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DGS characters
Barok Van Zieks:
Kazuma Asogi:
Enoch Drebber:
Courtney Sithe:
Mael Stronghart:
Me giggling to myself as I put together my silly little playlists
#playlist#playlists#Spotify#the great ace attorney#dgs#courtney sithe#enoch drebber#kazuma asogi#barok van zieks#mael stronghart#i have so many playlists. it's becoming a problem
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im sorry but im in desperate need of more enoch o'connor, it's not okay😭😭
- 😽 (maybe new anon⁉️)
Drive Him Mental; Love Him To The Bone
Pairing: Enoch O’Connor x reader.
Summary: You love him angry.
Warnings: Not beta nor proofread. Suggestive themes.
Format: Drabble.
Word Count: 376.
Note: Hope this helps, sweetheart. Welcome aboard to my list of anons!! I’m so sorry if you don’t like it, I’m pushing through a huge creative block right now :(
| mother m-list
There’s something about his anger that warms your stomach.
You’re not really sure what it is about the way his jaw pulls taut that drives you up the wall but you know you’re done for the first time it happens.
The way he glares at you thrums through you in pulses that run down south and that feeling alone is enough for you to pluck his strings raw. You think he might hate your guts by now; you love it. Ruining him in ways only you can.
Leant against his door frame, observing the pinch of his face is your favourite pastime by now. His curls are frizzed from the run of his fingers, it’s a habit he’s picked up since you came along and honestly you think the look of it’s god given. It’s another thing he despises, another part of you instilled into who he is.
He’s been stuck round a bend of frustration for days, searching high and low for the metal contraption only you knew the whereabouts of. He’d clocked you the second it’d happened and stayed angry since.
“Give it back already, Y/n.” He grits. The curve of his words shoot a tingle up your neck.
Christ, do you love him like this.
Enoch sneers when you only grin in response. The scrape of his chair is nothing to the slam of his palms against the table's surface.
“I’m sick of your attitude and your stupid grin.” There’s no cordial to his words at all and you revel in his lack of composure like it’s the world's greatest gift.
Your heart hums. “You’ll survive, Enoch.”
He about snarls at you, crazed and rabid as you like him. There isn’t a second for you to process him standing before you until your back’s against the wall of his room. He towers over you, glaring through you with enough lasering heat it scorches your cheeks red and your stomach hot.
The brown of his irises, drowned by the black of his pupil, have never looked as pretty as now, hot with the rage you consumed him in. It’s an awful triumph you feel, making him as consumed by you as you are by him.
You’re definitely not giving him that part back.
~ 𐀔 ~ 𐀔 ~ 𐀔 ~
Likes, comments and reblogs are extremely appreciated and very encouraging!
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#😽 anon#enoch o'connor#enoch o’connor x reader#mphfpc x reader#mphfpc#miss peregrines home for peculiar children#x reader
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Hello love,
Could I please request the prompt “I’m not like everyone else, you deserve someone better.” “There isn’t anyone better for me than you.” with Enoch O'Connor from Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children?
Thank you so much!
Fandom: Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children
A/N: My inspiration started to run low again, probably because of those rude anons, but the counterstrike from nice anons + others probably gave it a kick so a bit longer piece for a change (at least compared to the 200-300 word pieces I’ve written lately because my inspiration hasn’t been enough for more). I hope you like it!
Also hey, you probably didn't see your filled The Joker request since you didn't react to it in any way (and I see from your blog that you usually? reblog your requests so I assume it's not normal for you to ignore). Here!
Warnings: angst (hurt/comfort)
Word count: 527
Enoch had stared at you from across the room, earning a little nudge from Olive.
“Go to them!” she hissed to him and he scoffed quietly and glared at Olive.
“Y/N is better off without me.” he grumbled and laid his gaze to the ground. Olive sighed heavily and shook her head, knowing fairly well that Enoch wouldn’t budge.
Enoch’s crush on you was obvious beyond sense. You, too, knew about it, but didn’t want to rush him, knowing he was insecure and lashed out easily if he was nervous.
You also kept quiet partly because you had started to develop feelings for him too, which caused everyone at the orphanage ship you. Even Miss Peregrine made you sit across from each other or side by side to encourage you two interacting.
But by now you had had enough of your thing going back and forth, and with a little push from Emma, you made your way to Enoch, making Olive squeal as you approached and she tapped Enoch on the shoulder rapidly to make him look up.
Enoch met your eyes, and frowned. “Oh, Y/N... uh, what’s up?”
“We need to talk.” you simply told him and gestured him to come to the hallway. And soon you were standing there in silence, and you could picture how everyone in the living room was quiet because they tried to listen in, or alternatively didn’t want to ruin the mood. You would have gone outside to talk but the thunder wasn’t very welcoming.
Enoch offered you an awkward smile, which was a rare thing to see. He only offered it for you. “So...”
“I know you like me.” you blurted out, and Enoch’s eyes widened in shock and embarrassment. “And... I like you too.”
You were both quiet, just staring at each other, until Enoch sighed and ran his hand through his hair, turning away from you. “No, Y/N. I’m not like everyone else, you deserve someone better.”
“No, I don’t. There isn’t anyone better for me than you. And even when I like you, and always have, and you like me, I... I just want you to know it. We don’t have to date, kiss and cuddle and be cute together, just... I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I had to tell you.” you nodded your head. “We can’t know if we’re alive tomorrow, after a week or a year because of this war. I had to tell you before it’s too late.”
Enoch’s eyes searched your face in case you were lying to make him feel like a better person, or maybe you wanted to mess with him, but your face told him that you spoke the truth. And as Enoch didn’t say anything, you offered him a small smile, before turning away. But you were immediately pulled back, and before you knew it, Enoch kissed you.
The kiss was short, but it was enough to make your heart thumping like crazy. He leaned his forehead against yours as you both closed your eyes, and he took in a deep breath.
“You’re right,” he whispered. “There isn’t anyone better for me than you.”
Tags: @jorjawrites @bravelittlesunflower
#Enoch o'connor#enoch o'connor imagine#mphfpc#mphfpc imagine#Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children#miss peregrine's home for peculiar children imagine#enoch o'connor drabble#imagine#imagines#my works#drabble#gn reader#reader insert
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I’ve been thinking about Enoch’s headspace and tbh? I think I’ve been going about his character wrong. I don’t dive into his solipsist-esque delusion as much as I should, and simply attribute his actions to narcissism when that is not the case. For him, his horrible actions are like choosing the rude dialogue options in a video game - there are no real consequences, and it’s funny.
He genuinely believes he is the only ‘real’ person, and that everything around him is some odd simulation projected from his own mind, or maybe some kind of dream he can’t wake up from. He believes he is all that was, all that will be and all that will remain. His attempts to become God are both to affirm this delusion and at least at first, in some twisted way, keep the world from dying by keeping himself from dying. Though the ‘blessing’ of vampirism has dampened, if not completely destroyed, this more altruistic motive.
I do think the one exception to this is probably Henri, since Enoch is very aware that Henri is some creature beyond his comprehension. He likens them to some sort of dream-walking eldritch adjacent entity or something similar to an incubus that invades dreams. Neither are too far off the mark, given what henri actually is and can do.
#The Guidance Of The Morning Star Will Lead The Way Into The Void // Enoch Headcanons#I'm The Definition Of The Worst Kind Of Mean // Henri Headcanons#i do plan to go into this a lot in the drabble series!! but Enoch's headspace is kind of horrifying and very depressing at the same time#I'm not necessarily sure if i would say he has a lack of empathy since he doesn't even think other people are REAL in the first place
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"Our Voice of Truth...? I've heard of similar things, but without looking over what's written in the records you managed to salvage, I'll have a hard time narrowing it down. If I had heard that from anyone else, I might have assumed it was a deity, but given what else we know of him..."
"Tch. Please. I think Irazor more than showed that he doesn't care in the slightest for deities in general, let alone enough to actually speak of one in such a manner. Though...there definitely was something that was influencing him. I didn't see him too often, but when I did, there was a good deal of times that he would start talking to...something. I had assumed it was telepathic, but wasn't able to confirm it."
Though Eleare's comment was immediate, Niesal could tell by the way their gaze was still settled on the slowly growing wreckage of the facility they had been in not an hour before, that they were distracted. Worried after Darrow, no doubt...and deep in thought about the situation they'd been caught up in, to boot.
"We were, to a point...after all, look at what happened to Zahine when he tried to charm Irazor."
Enoch nodded toward the doctor in question, who sat in the grass a short distance away, being watched after by Io. Though he was listening, he appeared to still be somewhat dazed. Brows furrowing ever so slightly as if processing that his name had been brought up. Eno didn't wait for him to speak up; rather, he continued on to explain whatever theory he had come up with.
"His powers were effecting Irazor, after all. It wasn't until he was about to be overtaken by it, that whatever this Voice of Truth retaliated. Which suggests that, while telepathic, it wasn't the same as what you might normally imagine from such a thing. Instead, it may have been more that his mind was linked to that of another. When the influence from Zahine's powers becan to encroach on this being's own mind, it then chose to lash out."
"Or, it could be similar to what you said, Eleare. That it was more an influence, than anything. I know of a few different types that would reject that of another being-- like that of the Demon Princes, or Hell's Sins. There are also a good deal of Horrors whose influence effects their prey in such a manner."
The resulting silence was a heavy one, as each member of the group tried to sort through the scraps of information and speculation that they had managed to scrape together.
"I wish I was able to give you more insight, but...it really wasn't like anything I had ever experienced, or had even really heard of having happen before. It felt like...like there was something inside me. Not just my mind, but my whole body. Something rotten, or...corrupted. It's gone now, but I can feel...I can still feel--"
Zahine grimaces, and Io is quick to jump in, shaking his head. "Maybe this isn't the best thing for you to be focusing on, right now. You need to rest. So do the rest of us, I'm sure...once Aro and Baphomet come out, we should head out. Luvi and Nyl already went ahead with the few researchers we could grab when they tried to escape, but they're just holding them for now."
"Actually, I wholeheartedly agree. Especially with the Void being involved, this is most likely going to be a complicated matter. Outside of reading these notes, interrogating the researchers, looking through the rubble for anything else that can be found, there's a few other people that I want to speak with...Lerato included. I also want to have someone take a look at Zahine's mind, and Eleare's memories, just to make sure we don't overlook something."
Eleare looked like they were about to speak up, when a blast back toward the facility had the five of them looking up. Baphomet and Aro climbing up from the resulting rubble, and while the former looked completely unscathed, the latter was comparatively worse for wear-- and looking to still be in a horrible mood, as well.
"Fine. But at least give me some sort of warning before you decide to just drop by, Enoch. Preferably with the name of whoever it is you'll be bringing with you. Now if you'll excuse me...Aro! Let's go. You too, if you're coming, Nesa."
#[Enoch -drabbles-]#[Eleare -drabbles-]#[Io -drabbles-]#[Zahine -drabbles-]#(Got kind of long but here it is!#Now just for small commentary stuff!)
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