LOTUA, THE OCEAN HERSELF.
๐LITERATE SPIRIT OC, PART OF #๐แดแด
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๐MULTIVESAL / MULTISHIPS WITH CHEM.
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LOTUA, THE OCEAN HERSELF.
๐LITERATE SPIRIT OC, PART OF #๐แดแด
ษช๊ฐษชแด !
๐MULTIVESAL / MULTISHIPS WITH CHEM.
๐N/SFW, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
๐SCRIBBLED BY SHILOH / G.
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ค I wonder when you'll stop blaming yourself.
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begrudgingly
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reactivating! but will be overhauling soonish, once i figure out editing
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Penny's choices are either go to sleep or have a conniption fit and unfortunately they care about the people around them
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Wanted to post here that a large reason I haven't been on Penny during the Tragedy goings-on is because they've literally shut down over the course
There's so much pain that they're overloaded. It's not like they just get stronger the more they hurt - while they technically do, it's still pain.
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ค It's so overwhelming...
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ค Their head is splitting. It's so cold. And dark.
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ค The images keep flashing in their mind.
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ค Overwhelming.
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WE MUST DO WHAT
IT TAKES TO SURVIVE .แ
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Bittersweet chuckling leaves their chest, hoarse with disuse over the last expanse of time. "I can feel it. Now let me hear it."
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ค There's less a verbal reply as much as a grunt. Only Cirrus could put a hand on their back, moving slowly, without Penny freaking out. With them, Paine allowed the help, gently gripping onto the weather soul's shoulder to ease their aching, half-asleep body. "See it..?"
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stabilizing their breath. "Yeah, I understand."
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ค "Yeah." Not like Penny hadn't thought about it. It was just that she hadn't thought of it in the moment. Yet, it enters her mind the second it stings Dahlia's heart, the idea of a flower's limbs being ripped from itself.
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Penny shivers. Lightly, they almost hide into their own coat,
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I still think Penny's layout has been my best in a while
Veonteii's is definitely a contender though
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ค "That's what matters, then. Nothing looks like it broke, even if..."
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ค Penny lightly rubs her own nose with the hand that didn't touch Faye. "You, uh, might want a handkerchief or something?"
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ค Their hand's grip is firm, pulling Faye's flesh weight to standing with a backward step. Promptly after, when released, that hand returns somewhat swiftly to their side, as if hiding under the coat that draped from their shoulders. Low level of pain as it may be, it was enough to notice.
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ค " ... it's different when they're doing something recreational and harmless, and when they're tearing down the rest of the world because they can't satisfy their own greed." Penny swallows a lump in their throat. How familiar the feeling.
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ค A little tongue click comes from not far off. Penny couldn't help but wince a little, seeing it happen in real time. " ... Are your glasses intact, at least?" Chuckling, they offer a hand to help Faye up. The rest of their body seems rather guarded, though...
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ค "Naturally... if each plant is a voice in your ears, it must suck for them to go quiet." Penny's voice softens as they speak, arms crossing. How odd that coat never comes off their shoulders.
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Song of my soul,
my voice is dead,
Die thou, unsung,
as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa.
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โ` with and endless sigh `โ;`
`โ โ the slow waters fall and fall โ`โ
โ` the names are silent `โ.๐ง`
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