#that’s a crab apple tree btw if anyone cares

[lemonade-cars]

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plus some progress stuff :p

+ the og sketch

[legacies-game]

okayy soo how would the ROs react if they accidently found MC crying and in a sad state alone? Would they directly attempt to comfort MC or like pretend they didn't see and cheer them up in other ways? 👉👈

I'm a sucker for soft moments like these 👀

(I really loved the demo btw! ❤️)

(Ty! 😊) Also ooooh 🤔 I’m going to envision this as crushing stage and while they’re on the road. May have to get a bit creative with Tenebrosus since they don’t travel with you, but that’s fine!

Eilert/Eira:

They had returned to camp a bit sooner than the rest, preparing for a night of respite and setting up the fire whilst M went foraging and C took care of the hunting. There was so much to be done: Sharpening their weapons, taking inventory, making sure the perimeter of the camp was safe from the beasts of the wilds. M insisted the magical barrier they had constructed was foolproof, but…well�� E was never one to underestimate the creativity of fools.

A faint sound had caught their attentions, the tinder they’d been working to light still held between their fingers, unawares of its burning embers until it singed the tip of their thumb. Letting out a low hiss, E dropped the ember into the fireplace, turning their attention back to the sound. It was so quiet, you’d barely notice but… sniffling? From… MC’s tent. A million scenarios, most of them worrisome, flew through their mind as they crept closer. Gingerly, as if both afraid to discover what lay beyond and whatever is beyond being afraid of them, E opened the tent flap.

The light of the fading daylight spilled through, illuminating the source. MC, huddled in a corner of the tent and… crying? A moment of fear spread through E’s features as they checked the other over for any injuries, but finding none, their green gaze drifting back to their face. “MC, are you alright?” they asked with the sort of gentleness they seemed to reserve only for you. They were partially afraid of invading your space, looking at you for some sort of confirmation that you were okay with it before entering further, taking a seat next to you and wiping away your tears. They had some time yet before the others returned to camp.

“Let it out,” they murmured gently, offering a small, understanding smile. “You’ll feel better once you do.”

Muzai/Maza:

Offering a self-satisfied harrumph, M looked over the protective barrier they’d placed over the perimeter of camp with pride. Truly, they never ceased to out-do themselves, though their expression deflated just a touch at the thought of E nagging them about getting too cocky. Something, something, pride before the fall blah blah blah.

They didn’t have to return to camp for a while yet, anyhow. Along with the barrier, they’d managed to forage nearby for a collection of wild berries and crab apples, sitting neatly within their make-shift collection basket. (Really, it was just the hood of their cape but, hey, at least M wasn’t stuffing the berries in their pockets. The juices would ruin the nice embroidery, anyway.) They began scouting for a suitable place to rest a while before returning, maybe even a stream to wash out their findings in— instead all they managed to find was… you. Crying as quietly as you could manage behind the trunk of a rather large tree.

“MC?” M asked, tone less cocky than it usually is and instead rather… surprised, if a bit worried. They approached as though you were a rabbit they were scared of chasing off, but finding you otherwise unaffected by their presence, M looked at the forest floor a bit forlornly… Mushy, wet leaves and an ungodly amount of moss. With a silent cringe, M unceremoniously plopped themselves down upon the forest floor next to you. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” they murmured, leaning forward and caressing your cheek, their thumb collecting and stray tears in the process. “Mind sharing your troubles? I cannot magically make you smile, I’m afraid— but I can do my best.”

Cihrue/Cihre:

Bow at the ready, C was… walking? No, no… stalking would be more precise. Yes, stalking through the forest in search of their dinner. Well, they were until they stumbled upon you, crying into a stream— the sound of it masked out by the running water. In truth… they’d been there for about five minutes, agonizing over what they ought to do. What could they do? They were absolute garbage at comforting anyone and they knew it. Perhaps you wanted to be alone, anyway? Thus, they hid in a rather large bush agonizing over their choices.

Until you caught them. “C?” They heard your voice call to them, the tips of their ears going scarlet at having been caught. A part of them felt their heart ache at how defeated you sounded.

Standing from their spot, they fleetingly made eye contact before approaching, slinging the bow across their back as their hands clenched and unclenched. “Er, I happened to… come across you by accident,” they admitted lamely, half expecting you to tell them to get lost or something. When you didn’t, they glanced back at you curiously— seeing you struggle to keep your own emotions in check in their presence. It was a valiant effort, but one they would rather you not have to make. With great hesitance, they reached their hand out before placing it on your shoulder— as much as they could manage without their heart giving out as they looked down at the ground. “I won’t tell anyone, you can be yourself when I am around.”

Tenebrosus:

Oh, they were perfectly aware they shouldn’t be here— but the chance to see what they were up against was too good to pass up. Besides, disguised as they were, who would notice a random fox was the god of chaos? Perhaps a fox was a bit cliche, but at least they weren’t something more obvious like a raven or a snake.

Trotting into this simple little camp like they owned the place was easy enough— the three other heirs being absent as Tenebrosus could not sense their magic. One was here though, they reckoned, the clock calling to them like a siren’s song. Weaving through tents pitched up in various states of quality and effort, the god darted through the flaps of one tent— beelining where their senses told them their goal was.

The watch, so close… achingly close— just another step and they could snatch it within their jaws and—

Sobbing? Their ears twitched towards the source, the Heir of Time, curled up in a corner of the tent looking so small, nothing like the foe that had gone toe to toe with the god of chaos more than once at this point. It was borderline pathetic, though what sliver of a conscience Tenebrosus had left made them feel… guilty? Strange. They chanced a step closer, then another, crouched so low to the ground as they hoped not to be seen. It seemed the Heir did not care about the animal invading their tent.

This would not do. Perhaps in a momentary lapse of judgement, a sliver of insanity… Tenebrosus sat themselves in their fox-state next to the Heir’s lap, resting their head upon a knee and ears twitching upon hearing them gasp quietly at the arrival. A moment of confusion, Tenebrosus tensing as they wondered if the Heir would toss them out of the tent but then… a hand, caressing their fur and scratching behind their ears. They didn’t much care for it, but they allowed the touch anyway as it seemed to stop their tears. Laesis and Esone would never let them live this down if they saw this… but perhaps Tenebrosus could enjoy this for a few fleeting moments before returning to reality.