11-10-2024, 10:19 PM
FATED, FAITHFUL, FATAL...
"Yes, so very recent, no?" Project repeats, closing his remaining eye as he drew in a deep breath, trying to calm the panic that was rising in his chest. His swaying stilled as Jello neared him, feeling the warmth of her body as she drew into him. "Careful, you. I'm not the spry young man you once knew. I'm grey in the hair, blind in an eye, and a bit stiff." He joked, trying to play the unease off as temporary unfamiliarity.
She wasn't a ghost? That was impossible, in all of his time since then, he was yet to find anyone else from before. It may not be his time yet, that he could cope with, but he was unwilling to believe that Jello was truly before him, that she was not some hallucination that his pain drowned mind was conjuring before him. Swallowing hard, the Knight Captain took a deep breath before letting it out again. "Okay. Yeah, you're real and you're here. Hey, can I get you a drink? I think I spot my friend with her little booth; I can get you something." The wolf spoke softly, an edge of fear bleeding into his words. An edge that lasted until her muzzle pressed to the smooth gold cheek of his mask.
The singular blue eye shot open, a hitched breath leaving as a cough. "Yeah. I wish you were here before too. But you're here now?" Project asks, still in disbelief as the fact set in. Jelloshots Chase, his wife, er... widow? Ex-wife? Regardless, she was special to him, and she had made a return to his side, through means unknown. But... Why? Why was she back? Emile was back, somewhere, but he was returned at the whim of the gods. Jello? Jello didn't have anything to do with his circumstance as one denied from either afterlife.
She wasn't a ghost? That was impossible, in all of his time since then, he was yet to find anyone else from before. It may not be his time yet, that he could cope with, but he was unwilling to believe that Jello was truly before him, that she was not some hallucination that his pain drowned mind was conjuring before him. Swallowing hard, the Knight Captain took a deep breath before letting it out again. "Okay. Yeah, you're real and you're here. Hey, can I get you a drink? I think I spot my friend with her little booth; I can get you something." The wolf spoke softly, an edge of fear bleeding into his words. An edge that lasted until her muzzle pressed to the smooth gold cheek of his mask.
The singular blue eye shot open, a hitched breath leaving as a cough. "Yeah. I wish you were here before too. But you're here now?" Project asks, still in disbelief as the fact set in. Jelloshots Chase, his wife, er... widow? Ex-wife? Regardless, she was special to him, and she had made a return to his side, through means unknown. But... Why? Why was she back? Emile was back, somewhere, but he was returned at the whim of the gods. Jello? Jello didn't have anything to do with his circumstance as one denied from either afterlife.
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