Nebu-hii-ejamu:

nebu-hii-ejamu:

“Indeed. You failed spectacularly. But still you live on. Surely there is a reason you keep living despite these failures. Let’s say our predicaments are the same. I, myself, failed monumentally and I long for fulfillment. With the shepherd and his little dragon gone, I see an opportunity for both of us to get what we want. Again, I must request your presence in Ladylake so that we may meet face to face.”

Lunarre grit his teeth. The disembodied voice was right - in spite of everything that had happened, he was still living; still selfishly clinging onto the unfulfilled desires left in him. All the people he had known from that time were either dead or seraphim, and wholly oblivious to his continued existence. They owed him nothing, and vice versa.

What had he to lose?

Cursing under his breath, the hellion turned on his heel and began to walk back  the way he had came.

~~~

Ladylake had changed relatively little in the time since the previous Shepherd had faced off against the then Lord of Calamity, Heldalf. The famed waterwheel was still turning, its cobbled streets as lively as ever, and its shopping district, though altered in content and design, were as busy as they were when Lunarre was stealing from them.

It was almost surreal, being back. Of course, no-one recognised him as he picked his way through the crowds, but that was fine. Natural, considering the circumstances. 

Of course, some buildings had come and gone and others had crumbled into disrepair, abandoned by their previous owners. One such building was Bartlow’s mansion. 

Creeping inside - an easy feat, thanks to the sorry state of the old front door - Lunarre looked around for the owner of the voice he had heard.

“I know you’re here. Show yourself!”

Send my muse love letters on anon. Bonus points if you drop a hint on who sent it.

Send my muse anons pretending to be someone they care about. The twist: make these anons as heartbreaking, disappointing, or anger-inducing as possible.

Pretend to give them bad news, pretend to break up with them, pretend to make an upsetting confession - as long as it hurts, it’s fair game.

      “Dignity does not consist in possessing honors,                                              but in deserving them.”

getting trained at a new job

vs

having worked there for years