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Snowblind Moderators ([personal profile] snowblindmods) wrote in [community profile] snowblindrpg2018-10-27 03:28 pm

[log] Event: Metamorphosis, Part Three

Characters: everyone
Location: all around town; note location in subject line
Date: Night 415 onward; note time in subject line
Summary: They break out and they wake up.
Warnings: extreme body horror, unreality, eldritch horror, absolutely definitely 100% include warnings in subject lines/before your comment if the subject line isn't long enough
bywolves: ✖ flurface (hood/ie)

[personal profile] bywolves 2018-10-30 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Slowly, trembling, the puddle carefully reforms itself, starting from where Alfie kissed it and becoming something somewhat solid. It wraps itself around Alfie's hand, trying not to flinch away from the heat and the light. ]
devoutish: (what the hell are these?)

[personal profile] devoutish 2018-10-30 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
I've got you.

[He kisses the bit wrapped around his hand, rubbing his cheek against it.]
bywolves: ✖ flurface (grips reins)

[personal profile] bywolves 2018-10-30 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't leave me. [ It's a rasp, as he tries to curl up into Alfie's cheek, catlike. ] Don't leave me.
devoutish: (what the hell are these?)

[personal profile] devoutish 2018-10-30 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Never.

[He's almost completely re-formed by now, and though he's not in danger of falling apart again yet, having Royce draped over him quells the fire a little bit. The light is less blinding, and more soothing; less overwhelming, and more controlled.]
bywolves: ✖ flurface (blue hood)

[personal profile] bywolves 2018-10-31 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Royce breathes out slow, slowly wrapping his way around Alfie's arm and holding on. He hurts, but - he's not alone. That's the worst part about this. Being alone. He murmurs, distant, nonsense, just so Alfie knows he's here and present. ]
devoutish: (what the hell are these?)

[personal profile] devoutish 2018-11-02 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[And Alfie will continue walking just like that, with Royce wound around him like a blanket. Holding on.]