SCAWWY 😱 marina

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With black irises, these exotic and unusual blooms symbolize elegance, mystery, and rebellion. The rhizome of the iris is diuretic, emetic, expectorant, and purgative - that is, it eliminates matter from the body. Used most for dropsy (edema), along with treating coughs and hoarseness.

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[concoctive]

[ he hadn't thought about her first question, not until this very second, and it makes him all the more grim for it. he looks back at her when he's brought down, big brown eyes wet and unhappy with unshed tears. this is - hateful. miserable. ]

... I'd be kinda out of luck, to tell you the truth. [ quiet. ] My partner's dead - I'm the only golem, now, and it cried out when it happened.

Would have to find somebody else that lost their partner, too, if I wanted to. But I don't... I don't want them to lose their life if somethin' happens to me.

[engraven]

I'm sorry... that you had to hear that. I thought that perhaps... that might be the case. That because they're so bound to us that we'd feel it even if we'd never met.

[ petting him softly, scritching maybe even a little as she leans her head into the admission of his monster. it's startling, actually, but she can see why now at this point he wouldn't see reason to hide it from her. if his partner isn't here, who's he putting in danger? no one. a strange weight. she pulls back carefully, just barely to gently push a little hair from his forehead to press a kiss right there at the hairline. ]

... Here. A secret for a secret, and important, I think. [ because what happens if it's one of them next? what signs to look for? how dangerous? ] Mine is the bakunawa... a serpent. Do you remember Rondo turning into that silly, little yellow snake? ... That was me.

[ a little bit of levity. don't cry, baby boy. even though the whites of her eyes are red. ]

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It's... been a week, now. I'm not sure who it was, but it had to have been one of the people we lost last weekend. [ and that's still... so many people to choose from.

but he looks back at her, honest, unafraid of sharing this knowledge. the monster might not want to be known, but alfyn has never, ever been afraid of being known, himself. and he trusts marina with this. especially as she looks at him like that, treats him like this. his eyes close with the press of the kiss, and he takes a shuddery breath at the kindness and affection.

there's not a flutter in his heart, but instead a deep, profound warmth, something protective and relieved that she's here. he prefers this to how he saw her on the trip, their thursday, to the white stone walls. ]

... ahaha, really? He was cute, like that. Seemed pretty happy with it, too, and that'd really come in handy for you. [ turning someone into a boop noodle if they tried to attack her. ] I can draw somethin' not alive and make it real. I've only done it once, so far, 'cause I haven't needed it and I've been practicin' my drawin' skills.