> Jump him
> I DON’T KNOW
You can’t have your cake and eat it too, Dapheo! You did this… And I don’t blame you. But you can’t undo it. So either magic or time— which is going to heal you?
>Huff, crossing your arms.
Your ears flicker and press back against your hair. You silently stare him down and tighten your jaw. Fucking dammit there was no way to win in this.
> Why not Malevo? He’s a doctor!
No. Fuck that guy. Medic or not he pissed you off and besides, you couldn’t exactly text him over. You slowly clench your hands and un-clench them, rubbing at them over and over once more. How long? Months he said? Even with your blood? You could probably find remedies in the swamp…..before the fog settled maybe.
> Lay on the floor and give up.
You are too tired for this right now.
Fine! Those will take a month, maybe even more if you pick at them and don’t take care of them, to heal. Can you wrap and clean them every day? Can you make sure they don’t get used too much and everything? No playing, no straining them… No going outside basically, that swamp is filled with dirt that’ll jack up your booboos.
Can you stand it that long? A whole month being super careful? Because I don’t think you can. Not with how you’re acting.
> Hahaha BOOBOOS
You make a low pitiful whine noise at him now. Of course that was impossible to do. Plus you loved the dirt and muck out there and the feeling of it under your nails. A month? Shit you’d barely last a day or two at the most. MAYBE a week if you seriously sat down and committed.
But it scared you. The book and his magic thing. You didn’t like it. No.
> Make more whines at him
That book is 400 sweeps old Dapheo and if you so much as wrinkle a page on it I will personally end you
>You grumble and pick up the book, cradling it like a baby.
This will HELP you. You wanna be able to play guitar again right?
> GRUNT AT THE BOOK OF LIES
You make another strained noise in your throat and twitch your lower right ear. You didn’t trust his magic bullshit. No magic at all.
It’s pages were nothing but mumbo jumbo LIIIIES. Also it scares you. What if he fucks up and curses you?? No thank you. No good could come from it. Nope. You’ll smack that shit away again if he starts talking in gibberish.
> Sniff at him
Oh! Oh shit man. Sorry, I didn’t know…
>You watch him rub at his hands and sigh.
I’m sorry that you can’t play right now… But you’ll be able to soon. I promise, Dapheo.
>You quickly flip through the book still. It was all written in some strange scrawling but it made perfect sense to you. Each page you turned made some dust fly off the pages. You stop and point at a page.
Here! This one. It’ll speed up the process, but it won’t heal it completely, sadly… Some of the stronger ones requite things I don’t have or don’t fully understand- Dead languages are tricky, and I’m still learning a lot of things…
> Slap the book away and hiss at it
(( I’d draw it but nyeeeehhhhh ))
>You blink for a long time and you feel your cheeks flush. After a moment you pull back slowly, rubbing your cheek, clearing your throat.
Erm.. Well, you’re welcome. Do you thank everyone like that?
>You weren’t used to being around other trolls. You talked to all of them online basically. Was that normal?
You give a nod again and smile lazily. It was if the other person permitted you to be affectionate. Sometimes you forgot to ask. Most times you did. You didn’t have much to go on with voicing your gratitude or happiness.
You rub at your bandaged hands and wrists now. You could feel a familiar dull itch in them but it was pointless. Even if they wanted to too you know you couldn’t play. You rub your throat next and grunt at him, this time trying to show that you couldn’t speak.
Lmao looks like I switched just in time holy crap
the whole site just shat itself
welcomes you into my flight with open arms
Goodbye windy friend! You will always be welcome back on the plateau <3
WELCOME TO SHADOW MAMAS FLIGHT
>Your cheeks squished up and you blinked at him. You thought about pulling away- the only trolls who’ve ever actually made physical contact with you were Mastin and your ex Damian- but you knew your friend was having isues and pulling away might be rude. So you let him. His hands were nice and cold on your face anyways.
Nngh? Yeah, me too nerd. Nngh at you too.
>You haven’t caught on that he’s mute yet. You start to flip through your book, glancing down with your face still in his hands.
… Your ears are really cool by the way. And I know you were worried about the magic… But it’s no problem… Okay? It’s going to be okay. Magic is okay.
>You grin. It probably looked dumb as hell. Because your cheeks were squished.
You keep a hold onto his face and squeezed only slightly. More ear wiggling in response to him. Then you press your lips to his face, giving his cheek a kiss.
I need a halloween icon now to celebrate but I like this icon too much ):
Look at his face. Look how happy he is.
LOOK AT IT
>You finish with the peroxide and bandage everything up. You smile, exhaling softly.
There. That;ll stop it for now, okay…? I’ll flip through my book then, and I’ll see what I kind of magic I can find to either speed up the healing process or heal them completely.
>You sigh slowly, but keep a smile.
… All better, right?
You nod to say it’s better but shake your head no at the offer of magic. Magic scared you. You, a tall growing high blood at almost 11 sweeps now. He knew that though. You’d argued over it previously before you remembered. You weren’t talking though at the moment. You were still upset. Too clouded up to make the words form clear enough. It could be a lot worse actually.
You remain silent and poke at his head curiously. Grabbing his face in your bandaged hands and tilting him sideways. What funny looking eyes. Not that you could talk about funny looking with your flickering ears. You make a noise at him.