#just focus on DPS / heals mmkay .

[biskael]

“ when I was young, birthdays didn’t matter — in fact, I didn’t know they were celebrated for many years. ” a pause, gloved fingers laying out the few crudely wrapped gifts she could think to give him; despite her nimble fingers she is atrocious when it comes to wrapping paper. “ i'm not sure how old you are, quilge, and it doesn’t really matter to me. we share this day — a cosmic bond stronger than blood. ”

and thus, they should celebrate by doing what it is they do best … inflicting pain.

when he pulls the paper and tape from the gifts, he will find artifacts recovered from dig sites in exotic locations — a jagged sword and a blackened dagger, both give off a strange forbidding aura; the locals had deemed them cursed, had refused to touch them. the last (and most important) item is an amulet, reportedly used to lock away an ancient monster — a gift: some unknown terror for him to tear limb from limb. “ I do know that you love to hunt, quilge. now I am no fighter, but watching you kill is a treat all its own. happy birthday, let’s enjoy it, shall we? ” 💕

" YOU CAN BE FAR TOO KIND TO ME , DOKTOR BECKETT , " the hunter says as he quickly does away with the wrappings . laughing slightly behind his darkened mouth . of her gestures , of course , whether small or grand , he was nearly indebted for . the woman was a genius . very much reminding him of another brilliant woman he'd held in such high regard . how everyone he had ever cared for didn't hide their darkness , so much as they'd displayed it openly . or , let it command them , consume them , much like himself . the kinship of bloodshed demands its own rite to be had by those who share it .

the weight of any blade is far too familiar in his grip ... except , as he tries both of these , they feel strangely light as he gives them both a trying thrust . forged of a metal long forgotten , perhaps ? he cannot name how or why , but what he can is how prone one is staring at the blades themselves . how the eye cannot simply be wrenched away so easily . and that , even in his eons of immortal longevity , its bloodthirst far outweighs his own . the tip of the dagger , in particular , looked perpetually stained a tarnished ruby , despite its age . and the sword's blade , though crooked and worn , gleamed brightly against its own darkened shadow : the morningstar in the abyss . a rather strange impossibility . he dare not use these upon anyone he cherishes . with certainty , these are only to be brandished against an enemy .

" i won't question wherever you found such ... oddities , my dear , but , they are especially wonderous . " and both are so carefully sheathed . " do tell me more about them over cake . but , before that , " he'd added , and procured the little amulet from its velvet pouch . while not in a style he would personally adorn himself in by choice , the stone inlaid within it was truly gorgeous . a viscous purple , catching the light gently . " since the final ending of the war , all has been ... rather quiet these days . both a welcome moment of reprieve and a source of annoyance for myself & my husband . a quest certainly sounds entertaining , especially if there's danger & violence to be had .

thank you , maude . and thank you for your companionship . happy birthday to you , as well . "

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