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[selfwound]

WHAT Last chance for timefuck except not really
WHERE Wherever
WHEN Day 127, whenever

[So, you've been messing around with time.]

[Okay, we've actually been doing that, yeah. Quiet Mounds is still a bit unpredictable, with the seasons and the clocks a little haywire. Today, there's another little pulse of magic. Maybe some of you find yourself back to normal? Or maybe more people are suddenly the wrong age or timeline. Maybe Deadpool shows up. I don't know.]

[Last post for deage/age-up/etc event, though obviously you can continue to backthread or play at your leisure after this.]

Comments

[conflictoftwinterest]

[oh; aches for a moment, melting into that touch] Ashke...

[hiswifeahorse]

I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you.

[conflictoftwinterest]

Oh! Oh, no, you haven't...

[hiswifeahorse]

[makes a bit of a face at him]

[conflictoftwinterest]

[makes a bit of one back]

Food, then?

[hiswifeahorse]

For now, at least.

[conflictoftwinterest]

[LOUD STOMACH GROWL]

[hiswifeahorse]

That's what I thought.

[conflictoftwinterest]

Ahh, I'm predictable...

[hiswifeahorse]

You're a—high energy young man. Now, come.

[steering him gently. there's this weird sort of dad-vibe? but also? not? Vanyel please.]

[conflictoftwinterest]

Did you... just... call me a young man...

[hiswifeahorse]

Are you not?

[conflictoftwinterest]

Don't you think that's a little strange?

[hiswifeahorse]

Everything about this is strange, 'Lendel.

[conflictoftwinterest]

[lowers his gaze, clearly unsure of himself here]

Ah, well... I suppose so. We can talk about that over food?

[hiswifeahorse]

Whatever you'd like.

[conflictoftwinterest]

No it's... not?

[hiswifeahorse]

[. . . winces a little]

What?

[conflictoftwinterest]

It's not whatever I like? It shouldn't be? I just felt as though... you were treating me like a child, but I suppose... Ah. Well. A lot of time has passed?

[hiswifeahorse]

. . .

I'm sorry. I don't really know what to—how to . . .

[conflictoftwinterest]

[I shouldn't be here]

How to... what?

[hiswifeahorse]

[moves closer immediately, unconsciously]

I know I remember talking to you already, but I have so many more memories besides that . . .

[conflictoftwinterest]

[t-tries to take his hand]

I want to know all about them. I'm sorry, it just... sounded like you were talking like a father, and I'm not... into that...?

[hiswifeahorse]

. . . the intention was that you wouldn't be.

[t-takes his hand]

[conflictoftwinterest]

Is it... all right to ask why? I know I'm not... your lover now, of course...

[BUT WINDS THEIR FINGERS TOGETHER]