IC INBOX - PHANRIFT

[founderinglight]

one for sorrow, two for mirth
three for marriage, four for birth
five for the truth and six for lying
seven for sickness, eight for dying
nine for silver, ten for gold
eleven for a secret that shall never be told
twelve for the moon, thirteen for the sky
fourteen for the accursed unable to die
and fifteen for my heart's last desire
a new day's dawn, reborn in fire



Izunia Lucis Caelum
Keystone Station Room #11
Network @elevencrows

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[motherfucking_ghost]

Listen, all I'm saying is, my armor has temperature regulation that can survive space. I'll be fine, you'll still be fucked.

[pet pet pet kittypet] Goooooood kitty.

[burninglight]

...will not.

[you are a two thousand year old grown adult, ardyn.]

You're looking far less terrifyingly murderous today, little brother.

[founderinglight]

Probably will.

[Look he doesn't even need the whole context to know that Ardyn can't manage Human very well.

Verity bonks her head into Church's hand and leans in to the pettings.]

I am generally not terrifyingly murderous, you know.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Arguable. [but kitty more important!] I mean. You don't scare me, but I don't have you-trauma.

[burninglight]

I am not afraid of him, thank you.

[Generally speaking.]

[founderinglight]

I haven't been angry to that extent in quite a while.

[Kitty likes petting! After a little bit though she will jump back onto the table. Less bending over.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Lot to be angry about. Let's not bring it up in case he gets trauma mad and blowing up sand again.

[burninglight]

Yes, let's change the subject before I feel the need to start stress cooking again.

[founderinglight]

I can't imagine you stress cooking.

[He wards his kitty away from his sketch. No paws in the ink, Verity.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

He was already gonna cook anyway. There were just plenty of leftovers. Yuuri'll be proud.

[burninglight]

I'm actually pretty good at it, in fact. It's a talent I'm working on cultivating.

[founderinglight]

Well, I suppose you did have to get around to it eventually.

[Gentle ribbing because how long was he the one who cooked again.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

I need a lot of support and protection the next time I venture into cooking. I don't wanna be the lazy useless husband, I gotta do some of the chores.

[burninglight]

I'm liable to look competent. You'll ruin my whole image.

[founderinglight]

I've known you since we were squalling and he's seen you fail to comprehend the sensation of tired like a normal human being, I don't think you have an image to ruin in this group.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Your image of 'best husband ever' is completely untainted, don't worry.

[burninglight]

Didn't ask your opinion, brother. I am perfect and without flaw.

[ardyn no.]

[founderinglight]

A bold claim even if we didn't both know it to be bullshit. Figured out laundry stains yet?

[motherfucking_ghost]

That's what a washing machine is for? Duh?

[burninglight]

I'm not incompetent, honestly.

[founderinglight]

With the amount I've had to fuss over you in the past I feel like the elder sometimes.

[motherfucking_ghost]

And there's no need for fussing now. At least not from you. He's got like twenty people to fuss over him now.

[burninglight]

He's right, and I even know how to be a living, breathing human now.

[EYEROLL.]

I'm two thousand something, not a child.

[founderinglight]

[Whoa hey what are you aggro for.]

It's just a bit of ribbing, settle down.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Well. A living, breathing human being who needs some winter attire when the cold snap comes rolling in.