o5 . bone house mingle!

[necrolord]

Who: necrolord and CR!
What: Several teens move into the horrible necromancy mansion, and sometimes they bring their friends.
When: Early March.
Where: Bone House in Gaze.

Content Warnings: Skeletons, discussions of death and grief, violence where marked, vomit where marked. Note all the usual warnings of this character.

Comments

[terriblepurpose]

[There are moments of fleeting possibility for Paul where the idea of putting his faith in something seems less impossible. Willow has caught him during one of them. He may not trust the Moon Presence or its fellow Pthumerians, but maybe he can let himself, however briefly and confined, trust Willow's offer.

It's a nice thought. It coaxes a faint smile from him again, along with a nod.]

The same to you, for what it's worth. My room is the one on the left upstairs, if you need anything.

[frogfear]

Thanks. I, uh, don't actually live here. I'm just staying in the guest room for a couple days.

[Or until she figures out where exactly she really lives, at least. She's hoping it won't take too long.

Maul aside, it's not too hard for her to trust other Sleepers. She's quite used to them all having to band together against the horrors Deerington exposed them to, and from what she's heard so far, Trench isn't so different.]

After that, you can always drop me a message through the network too.

[terriblepurpose]

I'm a guest, too.

[The way Paul smiles when he says it doesn't make it all the way to his eyes, but perhaps that has to do with their glow obscuring the subtleties of expression otherwise possible. They're guests alike, pulled from the water to dry off and find their feet, and there's an obligation Paul sees in that.

And she seems kind. He has a soft spot for kindness, and for trust, even if he so often lacks either quality - or because of it.]

Of course. I'd like that. [He pulls his blanket closer around himself.] I think I'm going to lie down for a while. Let me know if anything changes about the mushrooms. It was good to meet you, Willow.

[If she has nothing else to add to that, he'll ascend the stairs to curl up on his side and rest his throat, eyes half-lidded as he drifts between the present and the future. He wonders if he'll see her in the latter, and what he might see if he does.]