theghostsoftheblacks

[theghostsoftheblacks]

.... Oh, Sweetie, I thought it was obvious... It must not be in death as it was in life... I'm blind.

[Wren is out looking for a Christmas present for Ted and Peter and maybe Paul. Her head hurts from being on the black altar and the longer she spends there the worse it gets. She can feel that it's going to reach it's peak soon and searches for somewhere relatively quiet and private she can ride it out in]

@snowstormbird

The lightbulbs here are weirdly green, and a voice is humming to himself before addressing Wren.

Hello there.

[theghostsoftheblacks]

I've never seen any of them, silly goose-roast.

[Wren is out looking for a Christmas present for Ted and Peter and maybe Paul. Her head hurts from being on the black altar and the longer she spends there the worse it gets. She can feel that it's going to reach it's peak soon and searches for somewhere relatively quiet and private she can ride it out in]

@snowstormbird

The lightbulbs here are weirdly green, and a voice is humming to himself before addressing Wren.

Hello there.

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Till sunset tomorrow.

[Wren is out looking for a Christmas present for Ted and Peter and maybe Paul. Her head hurts from being on the black altar and the longer she spends there the worse it gets. She can feel that it's going to reach it's peak soon and searches for somewhere relatively quiet and private she can ride it out in]

@snowstormbird

The lightbulbs here are weirdly green, and a voice is humming to himself before addressing Wren.

Hello there.

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Nicky reached up and patted Wren's cheek, snuggling up to her and absent-mindedly nibbling at her shirt.

[Wren is out looking for a Christmas present for Ted and Peter and maybe Paul. Her head hurts from being on the black altar and the longer she spends there the worse it gets. She can feel that it's going to reach it's peak soon and searches for somewhere relatively quiet and private she can ride it out in]

@snowstormbird

The lightbulbs here are weirdly green, and a voice is humming to himself before addressing Wren.

Hello there.

[theghostsoftheblacks]

I don't eat the person that feeds me. Might nibble the hand, but you're a friend now. And I want friends to stick around.

[Wren is out looking for a Christmas present for Ted and Peter and maybe Paul. Her head hurts from being on the black altar and the longer she spends there the worse it gets. She can feel that it's going to reach it's peak soon and searches for somewhere relatively quiet and private she can ride it out in]

@snowstormbird

The lightbulbs here are weirdly green, and a voice is humming to himself before addressing Wren.

Hello there.

[theghostsoftheblacks]

My Gift makes me so hungry... So very hungry....

[Wren is out looking for a Christmas present for Ted and Peter and maybe Paul. Her head hurts from being on the black altar and the longer she spends there the worse it gets. She can feel that it's going to reach it's peak soon and searches for somewhere relatively quiet and private she can ride it out in]

@snowstormbird

The lightbulbs here are weirdly green, and a voice is humming to himself before addressing Wren.

Hello there.

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Nicky began joyously lapping up the blood, then slowed down a bit.

Oh, poor little Cider-Apple. Your Gift hurts you, too?

[Wren is out looking for a Christmas present for Ted and Peter and maybe Paul. Her head hurts from being on the black altar and the longer she spends there the worse it gets. She can feel that it's going to reach it's peak soon and searches for somewhere relatively quiet and private she can ride it out in]

@snowstormbird

The lightbulbs here are weirdly green, and a voice is humming to himself before addressing Wren.

Hello there.

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Nicky feasted and feasted some more, not stopping until every last crumb was consumed. He then crawled over to Wren.

What's wrong, Crumb-Cake? You sound achey.

[Wren is out looking for a Christmas present for Ted and Peter and maybe Paul. Her head hurts from being on the black altar and the longer she spends there the worse it gets. She can feel that it's going to reach it's peak soon and searches for somewhere relatively quiet and private she can ride it out in]

@snowstormbird

The lightbulbs here are weirdly green, and a voice is humming to himself before addressing Wren.

Hello there.

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Nicky wasted no time, feasting and feasting without ceasing or even slowing.

[Wren is out looking for a Christmas present for Ted and Peter and maybe Paul. Her head hurts from being on the black altar and the longer she spends there the worse it gets. She can feel that it's going to reach it's peak soon and searches for somewhere relatively quiet and private she can ride it out in]

@snowstormbird

The lightbulbs here are weirdly green, and a voice is humming to himself before addressing Wren.

Hello there.

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Of course!

[Pete giggles with one of the trees in the woods]

@forest-teen

The image of a woman wearing all white save for a black veil peeked from behind a different nearby tree, curious as to what was so funny.

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Oh, he's so handsome! Thank you, Maggie!

Did you know today's my birthday? Happy birthday to me!

-Willy🐙

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Nicky started chowing down on the biscuits.

[Wren is out looking for a Christmas present for Ted and Peter and maybe Paul. Her head hurts from being on the black altar and the longer she spends there the worse it gets. She can feel that it's going to reach it's peak soon and searches for somewhere relatively quiet and private she can ride it out in]

@snowstormbird

The lightbulbs here are weirdly green, and a voice is humming to himself before addressing Wren.

Hello there.

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Willy opened his present.

Did you know today's my birthday? Happy birthday to me!

-Willy🐙

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Nicky squeaked in alarm as it was picked up.

Oh! Mmm, what's this- oh, it's you-what's in here?

He crawled down into the tote.

[Wren is out looking for a Christmas present for Ted and Peter and maybe Paul. Her head hurts from being on the black altar and the longer she spends there the worse it gets. She can feel that it's going to reach it's peak soon and searches for somewhere relatively quiet and private she can ride it out in]

@snowstormbird

The lightbulbs here are weirdly green, and a voice is humming to himself before addressing Wren.

Hello there.

[theghostsoftheblacks]

There you are, faker!

-a true Christmas-born

🙈🙉🙊🖕

-Willy🐙

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Probably. We do share a birthday. Still....

Oh great, is Willy saying today's his birthday? It's not. His birthday is October 28th.

-Guigui 🕸️

[theghostsoftheblacks]

May I open it?

Did you know today's my birthday? Happy birthday to me!

-Willy🐙