#voidedfate

[astrummorte]

alt!

ex muses & hidden characters. still accepting.

♥ you ask clemency if he thinks it was worth it.

silence is the first thing that meets them. and then a confirmation, as he relays that kairos is happy these days, even if their birthday and their death-day makes him sad for a little while. 'he honors you,' clemency says. 'with everything he does, he honors you.'

♥ you tell him that you would come back if you could. ♥ you ask him if coming back would make kairos worse off.

he doesn't know the answer. he says as such.

♥ you laugh, and tell him that you're happy being an angel.

au frisk - undertale.

#frisk is my lil kiddo #how i played them echoes throughout all of my muses #loving in the spite of pain. #self sacrificial (sometimes to a fault) #will befriend people before fighting but won't be walked over #wants to change the world #wants to be there for people #doomed by the narrative- #♡. ooc.asks ⁄ ⁄ red ribbons on metal boxes . #for mention: #voidedfate #undertale tw #ut tw

[springtwirling]

RAPHAEL ► RELATIONSHIPS

IAN DEVANTE

Relationship: Boyfriend (everyone jokes that they’re already married.) Blog: N/A Verse: 01. MAIN

A man that he had met like any other - through a fling - that turned into days of spending together, turned into nights of watching movies and getting to know each other. He doesn’t know exactly when it turned from a fling into something serious, but he knows when he recognized that it was something serious for him. It was when he knew that terrible warlock’s house so well that he hardly needed to be awake to traverse it to get to him in his hazy sleep-addled state. Serious... it’s been a while since he’s been in a serious relationship.

MIA (AETOS)

Relationship: Niece Blog: @zodiac--muses​ Verse: 01. MAIN

A young vigilante with powers over lightning and thunder that he had met when he was out wandering, and they had ... questionably made friends. Over time, they had gotten quite close, what with him teaching her how to defend herself with a blade or improvised weapon, and her teaching him that not all things in this world are out to get him or those that he loves. She’s taken to calling him ‘Uncle’ and just like that, he’s become quite protective over her. Harm his Firecracker, and he will absolutely make your life worse than a living hell. He promises you that.

CLEMENCY

Relationship: Close Friend Blog: @voidedfate (though the mun has left tumblr) Verse: 01. MAIN

What a strange, but ... well Raphael can’t call him forgiving, but he is merciful. Clemency is a man of many talents, many histories, many stories, and one of them right now is figuring out what the right goddamn hell is wrong with a certain vengeful spirit. Rather, what the hell isn’t wrong with him... Such rage, such wrath. What a terrible amount of agony he’s undergone. That doesn’t mean what he did was right. That doesn’t mean what he went through was right. He’s just a man. He’s just a man, and Clemency knows that. Maybe that’s why they’re such good friends.

DEITRICH SAUER

Relationship: Friend? Could’ve been more. Possibly still can. Blog: @witchlyy​ Verse: 01. MAIN (different ship, unless talked about)

Flirting only goes so far. Being a good man only goes so far. Being generally decent to another human being only goes so far. Gods damn it, Raphael, why did you think that being civil would land you among the stars?

NEFELOMA LEOCADIA

Relationship: Friend Blog: @cosmicstardreamer​ Verse: 01. MAIN (same ship ‘verse’ as Dei)

Aim for the moon, and you’ll land among the stars right? WRONG. You aim for the moon and MISS, the celestial body right next door will fucking yell at you for scaring the moon with your wild throw, at least hit next time you twat. That’s the energy of Nefeloma. He supposes he doesn’t mind it, it reminds him of home, in a ... cute, friendly sort of way, before things got wildly out of control. Maybe she should see his home once, maybe then she’d understand what she’s getting into. ...nah, she wouldn’t care. If anything, she’s just going to smack him upside the head for being the one to follow the curve.

#Relationships. #( raphael | about. )

[cosmosfated]

Pestilence, the Plague 

The parasite clouding Kairos' magic, once upon a time, was just a small little thing. A leech, feeding off of a growing reservoir of magic that became something grand and great, something wild and out of control beyond anything anybody could truly hope for. But then it, along with his magic, began to grow, and grow, and feast, and FEAST--- until like anything associated with Kairos, it earned itself a name. And with it, power.

Pestilence.

To those that knew of it's existence, it was already too late to do much of anything, too wired deep into the soul and magic of the boy who's magic could rend universes in half and tear gods from their lofty thrones with barely a word spoken. And to think, if that was only in his early thousands. Imagine what he would be like in his ten thousands! Imagine what he would be like without Pestilence...

Pestilence could make Kairos act differently, do different things, cast unique spells. Would draw on his rage, his spite, his fury. Force his negativity to the forefront. A pestilence, a plague for all to suffer from and curse the ground he walks on, a smokescreen that all would have to see through in order to get to the real Kairos.

Thanks to Clemency, people will soon find out what he's like without the parasite clouding his magic and mindset. A walk and talk unclouded by the thoughts of a being feeding off his constant production of high tiered magic and siphoning it for it's own survival. Who KNOWS what he'll do? What he'll achieve...?

#* canon. \ more to him than meets the eye. #copied straight from discord lmao #for mention: #voidedfate

[determined-magi]

“ ...Aren’t you being a little harsh? “

Don’t mind him, he’s going to put a pair of tails all the way his ears, to muffle the sound a little. might not work but it at least conveys a message. Nothing personal, really, he just isn’t going to listen. He’ll snort to add to the message.

" You’ve got words, Rhowën, and a spell to let you use them... ”

“ Could be HARSHER, but then I am far too stupid by everyone’s standarts to figure out a way, don’t you think, smartass? If you want to lick his boots why not go personally do so, and kiss his rectum while at it, will you? ”

“ He’s trying to help you guys, he could very well just leave you all, but he’s trying his best. Can’t you just cut him some slack? “

“ How about this? You shut up, and I don’t behave worse? Sounds fair? sounds fair to me, because right now I can’t fucking care for a damn thing, and I certainly won’t for that one. You cut me the slack, I’m trying to just lay down, wait for that damn shit to pass off, and go kill something to eat. “

“ Come on Rhowën... you aren’t like this, hell... you’ve been the one the most supportive of him. I know you care, you and the rest, otherwise he wouldn’t have been here for as long... wouldn’t be here still... “

“ I doubt it... Probably we’d kick him physically. Besides, my magic doesn’t feel the slightest good thing at him. Not. an. ounce. If it could? It would bite whatever shit he’s got for a soul, destroy it until not even ashes are left of that fucker, and then piss on the ground where he died... “

“ What? You can’t be serious Rho... “

“ And I? I honestly agree, I don’t know whatver fuck my older self saw on him, but he’s not worth it. Only an idiot would think otherwise, or a sick fucking idiot that is a sucker for feeling pain. Emotional or physical... “

“ You don’t mean that. “

“ Who are you to tell? I fucking killed almost an entire academy, helped in burning a capital of a former allied kingdom. I’m partaking in the coup against my king... I have bit some of you to death. If I say I question myself for associating with that weird ass freak, I mean it... “

“ He is your friend, isn’t he? “

“ NOT. MY. FRIEND. If he was he wouldn’t fucking take advantage of this, or treat me as he’s done. Hell, you’d treat a teen or kid in my situation the same? do me a favor and stick a cactus up your butthole, jackass. At the best? He is a questionable ally, and that is being absurdly generous with that freak... “

“ Rho... he’s just... worn down. “

“ And what am I then? I’m not all that fucking far, and do you see me fucking taking my shit on you guys? I try to work my shit off silently, alone, and in some place it will not blow up on people. If anything I should be worse, he wants to be an asshole? Well fine, I’ll just make his damn job harder, or less pleasant with whatever I can work with. Fuck him, honestly, fuck him right up his ass with a cactus or some shit that can get him really sick. “

“ Rhowën come on... “

“ No, I’m done with that. Meeting that fucker? That freak? It has been the biggest fucking mistake, along whoever fucking was his dad. I wish I could fucking feel hate again, anger... just so I could word how much I despise them, instead of just feeling these fucking bleak annoying things I do... “

“ ... “

“ I wish I could feel the damn shit my fucking magic does. I don’t care if it means losing myself on it, fuck them, fuck it, and fuck him. “

“ Rhowën, you need to calm down. “

“ Fuck you, I’ll calm down and chill whenever I fucking want to. And don’t you dare pull of that fucking shit, Or I’ll fucking bite off your arms. Go lick his damn boots, stop pestering me... Or I’ll make your job hell too... “

Lips curl as he lifts himself, fur lightly risen on end until he lets a light growl. A hand gently leaves his pockets, before the man sighs and begins to move to the exit. Better that than continuing and have him regret it later...

“ Will do, my lord... I... he may come back at some point, I don’t think the dose is working as it should, you are particularly hostile right now.... “

“ That’s on you, tell him enjoy the pursuit. I’m not going to be helpfull, courtsey of the idiot that managed to annoy me off. If you also excuse me, I’ve got some living things to hunt and kill, hopefully that will improve the mood you ruined. “

“ ... “

“ Go on, fucking leave and go search some solace elsewhere, you’re not getting it here, get used to it, dumbass. “

At least he tried.

#|ic| #mentions #voidedfate #cosmosfated #|carpe fatum| #|non-chrono event post| #M!A |your wild teens| #[ thank god they had empathy morals and ethics #as teens #cause boy aren't they assholes otherwise ]

[itsraiyninmeteors]

‘...Sometimes you make me wonder about you, Lost.’

#Interactions Abound||IC #Flamin' Hot Bartender||Grillby #voidedfate #Grillby should know better than to question Lost's sanity #or lack there of it

[fleurdebleue]

[ * You’ve cleaned house a couple times by now. Maybe more than a couple. You’ve gathered a crowd and talking to yourself - AKA your nosy adoptive dad - makes people look at you strangely. You’ve been accused of cheating this way. Some people have watched your hands. You don’t care. You’re just in need of a distraction. ]

[ * You’ve been nursing this drink next to you for some time now. It’s only your second drink. The first was a warm up, and it just tasted like cherry flavoring mixed in water. Meaning it didn’t do fuck-all to help get you relaxed. ]

[ * This drink is of the top tier stuff. The same top tier stuff that knocked Constantine flat on his ass, wasted almost immediately. It doesn’t do much for you. It’s like a fruity drink with a familiar blaze in the back of your throat, nothing more. Dreaded tolerance. ]

[ * You sigh and lean back as you fold your hand. It was a terrible hand, and quite honestly, your legs are starting to fall asleep. The rest of the table breathes in relief as you stand and head over to the bar to let them play with others, offering a small bag of coin to let people use. ]

[ * Annoyance is such a nasty thing. You don’t quite recognize why, but for a moment, you swear you see your draconic buddy behind the counter take a half step back, looking at something past your shoulder. ]

[ * You don’t have the energy to look. ]

[ * After a moment, he relaxes. You return to nursing your drink. ]

[ * And talking to your shadow. ]

#[ action ] #for mention: #voidedfate #hellblaxxer

[yettoberefuted]

Then there is only one answer: SCIENCE!

“AWW YES!”

#voidedfate

[floristpyre]

voidedfate replied to your post: cosmosfated replied to your post: ...

“Care to test that theory?”

“i came out to have a good time and im honestly feeling so attacked right now.”

#voidedfate #(it's me; chara.) in character

[thefirekeepcr-blog]

So Grillby, how many times have you had to kick out folks out of your establishment?

‘…..More times than I can count.’

Oh there were a few folks that were regulars that he had to toss out into the snow, one of which was, of course, Keno. She was the worst of the bunch. However…

‘…I used to have to throw Lost out into the snow, whenever he got too eccentric but, that backfired quickly.’ He admitted. Remember kids, don’t toss Pirates out into the snow.

Pirates fight back!

@voidedfate @ask-thecopycat

#Random Customers||Anonymous #Order Up||Answered Asks #voidedfate #ask-thecopycat #((Had to tag these guys for mentions)) #tagged for mention

[fractis-ossibus]

@voidedfate

Oops...

#x: ooc chatter #voidedfate #disappointing my captain in one fell swoop

[madomadotsuki]

#RIPLostsDignity

#voidedfate #v; unknown dream frequency #v; flesh or bones what matters is the heart au #3am is a weird time to be awake;; crack #i see you pillow fighting over there!;; dash commentary

[etzzzel]

It is a while of talking before he settles a little closer to her hiding spot. Once again on his knees. The old bones going for an old game that was still somewhat new. A game of trying to mimic her sounds. A whistle of a trill, a rumble of a purr. An old bones just here for them.

     …

     A rather disgruntled? Indignant bit of a keen escapes from under messy wires after a moment, bright gold eyes settled on the old bones from a hiding spot. Stressed? A bit from all the spooks and confusion. Though it dips to the boy in his arms, clingy and wanting.

     …He’s trying to do things, sneaky things? So she warbles quietly, unsure. She recognizes the smell of loved one, wants to clamber forward and hug both but she’s…

     Grumpy.

Clicking noises ensue.

#voidedfate #mentions | cosmosfated #Nobody Left Behind | Undertale/Family #Queries of a Shifter #M!A Younger Years

[springtwirling]

Me: No one except for Nixxie ( @autumnwaltzing ) can get me to crinkle into a ball of aluminum foil and throw myself into the abyss from feels on Tumblr anymore.

Nini, who used to run @voidedfate: Except for me, who will sometimes sneak into your askbox~

Me, afraid:

No!

#( ooc. )

[cosmosfated]

The Depths: The Debt to be Paid

He hates wandering the Depths by himself; it always leads to something going miserably wrong or to him getting hurt by something, which usually leads to the first option! He just wants to get to his grave so he can find a way out of here, like he always does, so he can go Home─

Home.

Where is Home..? Is it back in that timeline that has forsaken him, time and time again? Is it back in that house that feels cold, and empty, and lost to him? Is it back in that timeline that feels like chaos incarnate despite how everyone ‘accepts’ and ‘loves’ and ‘cherishes’ his presence? Is it back in that house that wants to hold him, keep him, shelter him away from the world and make sure he never leaves its sight? What is Home, truly? Where would he even go back to....?

Should he just go back to his own timeline?

Anger bubbles up inside his chest and he tilts back his head to let out a roar to befit a dragon──   and so a true    Dragon    ROARS throughout the Depths. Three others answer back in a matter of seconds from a long distance away. He hates this! He just wants to find his grave! Where is it! WHERE IS IT?! 

He’s been wandering for what feels like weeks, but it’s probably been a decade up on the surface, and he’s been all but forgotten about. He wouldn’t be surprised if it’s been over a century by this point. He just wants to go back home. Wherever that may be. Please. Let him sleep. Let him rest. 

His eyes close as he continues wandering. Wandering. More wandering.

Then there’s a sound behind him that he can’t decipher.

His eyes open and he turns. 

Wait, is that...?

“papa?” Confusion, apprehension, worry, relief; so many things flood his senses. “is that you?”

The weary but definitively happy skeleton lich smiles. [Fleur.]

For the first time in his life, he doesn’t rush forward to hug the lich before him. Not in a place like this. He can’t trust his eyes and ears. Not even when everything sounds, looks, even tastes the same. They can replicate everything...

[Are you stuck down here?] Curiosity flickers in his good eye. [Do you need to do something before you can leave?]

“aye.” He nods. “i need to see my grave, and the name upon it. i don’t know why though. my keeper insisted when we made the deal. i don’t remember where it is though.”

[Not a problem. I’ll take you there.] Lost starts walking, gesturing for his son to keep pace. [Why don’t we talk on the way there? Also, hello again to your dragon companion; it’s been some time.]

They spend some time walking and chatting, making a deal and chatting about sentiments and being about sentimental value over what they love and what they cherish most. Of course, Fleur has to become angsty but who doesn’t, when you’re stuck down here for so long that your whole body aches?

Eventually they come upon a tombstone with the writing of a new name upon it and new etchings of an epitaph that doesn’t make any sense to the young magic eater. But he stares, and nods, and stands back up after crouching for so long that his knees hurt and he threatens to fall into the yawning grave. “i think i’m done─!!”

A small light in his chest glows a dim grey, then he watches it shatter and fall to the ground. He feels the sudden weight of nonexistence on his chest and shoulders as if it were suddenly new to him and he almost chokes on it. A wheeze, then a gag, and he takes a beat to compose himself. His eyes find Lost’s and he smiles weakly. “y-y-yeah, i think i’m good now.”

[... well, I have a spell that can get you out.]

Fleur’s eyes widen. “r-really? what is it?”

[It... doesn’t matter. But we’ll have to act fast.]

Suddenly, Fleur feels the warm presence of his elder sister around his shoulders and against his back. Lifting him, carrying him up, almost wanting to pick him up off of his feet. It almost makes him want to cry, but he keeps his composure long enough to do the ritual where he’s standing.

“hey, papa?”

[Yes?] He looks up from what he’s doing for a split second. 

“forever and always. i’ll come back for you. you have my word.”

[... Forever and always.]

And he’s whisked away towards a broken Grey Door, running, running, until his breath kicks in his lungs and he grabs a hold of the door handle and throws it open with some effort─ like entering a wind tunnel. 

He collapses onto the ground in a heap, breathing heavily and feeling the aches in his bones. Almost immediately, the sirens go off in the facility around him and he winces, gritting his teeth.

This is going to suck.

#* drabbles. \ they're more like fics than anything. #Fragmented Fate #* event. \ atonement. #for mention #voidedfate #celestialshifter

[determined-magi]

Why do you still trust that kid? From what you have said, it seems clearly none of you are friends, and hardly count as allies. What purpose does he serve? He could just give your men whatever stuff he's putting in your body. I would've kicked him off by now if I were any of you.

“ I... “

“ What option do we have? Who else knows how to... handle this... “

“ Lost? He has not shown his ass around in months, I haven’t even seen him nor heard from him even after nearly dying. Hell... his words left it clear. “ The young mage answers, lips curling in both discomfort, of not perhaps in response to a sore spot, much to his own frustration. “ Not like he was wrong... actually, he was right all along I suppose. I did get pissed off and slaughtered all but the children at an academy... The kids we took... didn’t line with all the young students, likely the teens tried to play hero while we simply went nuts on their mentors asses... I wouldn’t be surprised... hell we thought about saving ourselves the trouble with them by killing them, reasonable and understandable in a way I suppose... but... we really have some issues. “

“ Fleur, the kid... well... you are not wrong. As are our men. Relationships are dragging not by mud at this point, but feces filled with sharp stuff. And... we have been discussing up this. As honestly? they’re just going to get worse, whether we try to keep them up or not, thats just fact. “ The man shakes his head, sighing. “ I... we have been writting between ourselves, keep words at the little. Since it is clear the often convenient appearances of his being, or his magic, are far too much so to be just coincidences... I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he was listening right not... I would rather him not, so... if you do kid? Please cut it, I would like to voice in privacy these words, I’ll share them with you... once I figure how to word them without giving the wrong idea, they... aren’t bad, but... all on its due time, as they say, will be said. “

“ Uh... I’d say excuse me, but that apologise would be hollow really. So I’ll skip that part. Back to the train of thought... We have been talking about it. How we are just... getting worse over the months, less responsive to his words. We have already come to the conclusion that one day we will have to do so, or at the very least reduce his time around us to... real emergencies. “ The man pauses, a hand moving to scratch at the back of his head. Although it seems more like clawing at it, as nails scratch soundly at the surface, and barely avoid cutting his skin from the harsh motions. “ And even then We’ll have to put a foot on that one so it doesn’t get abused by US, instead of him. “

“ He shouldn’t have come to begin with, really. This was the last thing we... scratch that, this was something we DIDN’T want him to do. None of us had slightest of desires for his partaking in our activities, he was just a kid, and is still a kid that shouldn’t be dealing with this shit. “ The man motions to his body, lips now bared in clear frustration. A growl pooling at the back of his throat with some agitation quickly building up. “ We were supposed to handle it, not some fucking kid who should be learning about his own fucking as, he should have minded his own damn business as well as he had been doing. Even if he knew what to do? YES. It is not his damn job to care care of our asses, and I am sure our asses are on the aim sights from his family and friends. I mean... if he knows how to handle this from experience, then we are fucking bringing up those fucking memories as he does. HE SHOULD NOT BE ANYWHERE NEAR US AT FUCKING-ALL. Even if that means we have to be put out of our misery by our own men, so neither they and we suffer he consecuences of this fucking anomaly ruining everything we’ve beenn meaning to do, even if that means he finds another lot of people he’s met die. That is life... unfair? fuck me it is unfair I didn’t fucking want to die toeing the line of becoming the literal sense of a fucking monster Hellbent on killing people, but neign of us get to god damn make the fucking call on it. I just... HRRRrrrrrr. “

His words choke down, as the growl becomes more prominent. Gaze dropping as nails move in search of his neck, barely avoiding to pierce the skin as he scratches it violently, not unlike an animal bitting an unpleasant itch. Then at his face as he struggles with forming words.

“ Fucking... givemhrrrrrrrrrr... GRRReeeeeEEAT! HHHrrr... This is exactly what I don’t want to him to deal the fuck with “

“ He doesn’t need these shit-loaded moments... Who in their sane, non-stupid minded clarity of a common sense would? He may be fucking insane, migh see reality twisted at the seams, but he is not that a fucking idiot to want this... even a masochist will have fucking limits I am pretty sure of that! “ The judge slams his head against the makeshift desk, nails well burried at the back of his head as he lets something between a whine and a growl. “ Hell... something about him smells of being scared shitless, fucking shitless. And he’s got the fucking right to damn fear it. How fucking long are we going to keep that poorly kept status quo between ourselves? How long until we make those fear of his real? I know for a damn fucking sure I have already failed my words... I promised I would not be unfair and would be as my soul dictates, but fuck me I am sure I have pretty much passed those words by my ass so throroughly that you can hardly find them in all the shit they have staining them, and I can’t feel the slightest fucking regret or guilt on them, hell I find myself getting frustrated on even trying to feel a damn normal thing about them... “

“ One day his little tricks on the sleeves will run out, they ARE running out. Our bodies are a estament to the spell failing, our behaviors are, our mood instability is a fucking warning of what is to come. One day we’ll hurt him. “ The mage growls, nails dragging across until they bury upon the wooden surface, and then drag further on. Leaving claw markings. “ And it will be really bad. Right now they are wounds by lack of control rendering us to act like animals, but that won’t be so forever. What harm we may... no... what harm we want to do, or would if it wasn’t for the spell, what desire we would have not met by physical means, we will satisfy with words. With cruelty spoken on his way, until our mind devolves back to the mindless bloodthristy beasts it has turned into... He doesn’t need to see or go through that, no one fucking does... “

“ Worst of it? We don’t know how to fucking approach it. How the hell will you word that to someone who, when asked not to, ordered not to do so, not only listens and fails to comply. but endangers himself and others for reasons we can’t still fucking get? I don’t fucking know, none of us don’t... how to do it without having him thing he has done wrong? How do you have him turn away and let go? He hasn’t done so yet an it has earned him broken bones, a constant fear to our beings, and deaths that could have been avoided.... how do you have him turn away when all of this happening hasn’t made him do so? How do you stop him from being so attached to whatever reasons he has? “

“ I honestly don’t know what we are doing at this point with anything, or what we’ll do with him about any of this... To all your questions in a nutshell? I would say I don’t fucking know anything... “

@cosmosfated

#mention #voidedfate #|ic| #|just as the sentinel| #|carpe fatum| #|non-chrono event post| #[ you thougth it would provoke him? it did #but not the way you wanted ] #Anonymous

[itsraiyninmeteors]

“Sylv sylv!”

‘Hm?’ Lucidia lifted her head from almost dozing off, having been sitting up at the counter for a while now. It was only when Aven spoke up, did she perk up, a soft smile upon her skull. Business had slowed down since the breakfast rush had ended and the Pokemon were lounging around, occupying what little customers there were. It was a nice sort of quiet for such a busy start to the morning.

She lifted her eye lights to see a customer come in, one that she had seen in articles before. Ah, he was assisting with keeping some of the peace with the police force, a face that any monster would recognize.

‘Good morning, what can I get you today?’

While the man spoke of an order, her eye lights averted away, noticing something around the man’s wrist. A bracelet? It seemed like an odd sort of thing for the human to have, especially since it stuck out to her. Why? She was so entranced by the sight of it, that she nearly missed the order, only snapping out with feeling one of Aven’s ribbons on her hand. My goodness, maybe she’ll need another cup of tea at this rate.

‘My apologies, but I couldn’t help but notice your bracelet. It is quite fascinating.’ She spoke up, only for the man to lift his wrist. “Oh? This old thing? You’re more than welcome to have it, if you want. I have no real use for it and I can’t really sell it either.”

Lucidia’s eye sockets widened a bit at the offer and well, she did recall in her youth of bartering with others. ‘How about this, a trade? I can give you your order for it? And you can spend some time with the Pokemon too.’ She spoke and the man smiled, nodding his head. He carefully took the bracelet off to hand it to her, the monster feeling a sort of comforting warmth in the palm of her hand.

“I can do with that. Thank you.” He smiled, Lucidia nodding her head. She carefully placed the bracelet around her wrist, feeling more at ease with it against her bones.

What matter of sorcery did this human have all this time?

#Wayward Mother||Lucidia Sans Gaster #drabble #cosmosfated #tagged for mention #voidedfate