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

Comments

[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.

[burninglight]

I'll be fine, I'll put a damn coat on.

[founderinglight]

Please let it be a new coat instead of the one you ran around Niflheim in for who knows how many years.

[motherfucking_ghost]

It's a good coat. Cozy.

[burninglight]

He's right. It's comfortable, I don't think one should bring archaic fashion into it when it serves its purpose.

[founderinglight]

I'm more concerned with how it must surely be wearing out by now.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Magic, motherfucker.

[burninglight]

[Just. Gestures to Church.]

[What answer did you EXPECT?]

[founderinglight]

That's unfair. My clothes wear out normally.

[I mean except the armor but does that really count.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Then you need to magic 'em up, motherfucker.

[burninglight]

Clearly, you're not trying hard enough.

[this is how they make friends.]