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the-rule-of-beasts · 2 years

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I am officially over my sickness! Yay!! And to celebrate here is something short and sweet while I work on some long form answers of y'all's asks!!

@kakusu-shipping made a post about how in the meta Leshy doesn't know anything about the player, like how he can't see and hear them like P03 can and?? I've been going insane ever since. So I pumped this out based on that idea!! It's in Leshy's POV and he uses they/them for the reader but!! Yeah!!! Some (hopefully) angsty writing to hold you and me over until I post some cute stuff. And once again I REFUSE to proofread- I don't have anywhere near the attention span needed for that

Anyway!! Love y'all, enjoy!!

The Ghost on the Shore (Leshy x GN!Reader)

In which Leshy wishes for the impossible.

"I did this all for you, you know."

His words felt hollow, empty. Ringing out in an empty cabin, the meaning swallowed by deep shadows and flickering candle light. Leshy, once great Scrybe, a man lost to isolation, to madness- to desperation- and his dearest and most precious friend.

The challenger sat in perfect silence and in a death-like stillness. Their features were shadowed as always, their form taught like the drawn string of a bow. Like a puppet waiting for their master's cue. That is what they were, Leshy supposed. A puppet, a mere tool for the true Challenger to use. To interact with the world he had so carefully crafted for them.

All for them.

Always for them.

"To breathe, to slumber… to eat. This is not life."

He watched the shadowed figure with the keen gaze of a predator, hopelessly searching for any sign of life, any movement, any reaction- a part of him hoping against hope that if he were to just look hard enough, to somehow peer past the wall that separated them, he could see them. The true them. The challenger that he knew sat before the monitor of a computer, who pulled the strings of their puppet with a terrifying and graceful mastery. The challenger he loved with a fierceness he could not describe, with the sort of deep mourning that grew roots deep into his very heart.

How did they feel now, he wondered. Were they celebrating their victory? Were they filled with the same sense of pride he was? Were they frightened? Joyous? Forlorn?

He had loved like this before, he remembered, though the memory was faint and faded. She had been his first challenger, his first love. But she was gone now, abandoning him to the ever present silence. He knew her as little as he knew this new Challenger, and that lack of knowing sent a sharpened pike through his chest.

Thus was his curse, he supposed. To love and to want, but to never truly know.

"Life is the thrill of the hunt and the woe of the vanquished. You have now lived, truly."

He presented his gift, a plate of the finest aged meats. He knew they would not accept his gift, they never did, but there was a strange comfort to be found in the gesture nonetheless. He wondered why they never accepted it, what part they found lacking. He wished he could know, he wished they could simply tell them, but…

"So now you may eat."

The silence stretched into an eternity, nothing but the flickering of candlelight and the faint ticking of his clock reminding Leshy that he was alive. He examined the shadows that obscured the challenger, tapping the worn wood of the table with a gnawing sort of impatience. What were they thinking now? What were they doing?

He wondered idly if they ever spoke to him, if they ever played along with his stories. He wondered if they truly did wish to accept his gift, if something was preventing them. He would receive no answer if he asked, but that did not stop him.

"Is there something wrong with it?"

He leaned forward towards the shadows, hoping, praying for some reaction. Something that hinted at the life that lay just beyond his reach. Something, anything to make him feel less alone. To show him that his dearest Challenger was there, that they were alive and aware and-

"Enlighten me. What would make it better?"

Silence.

Silence, stretching long into the darkness and tangling around him like too many webs. Dragging him down, down, down- deeper into the nothingness that always threatened to consume him.

Bitterness sunk its fangs into his heart, anger flaring and his hands gripping the table hard enough to splinter the wood. There was no response from his Challenger. There never was. Only emptiness. Only stillness. Only…

Nothing.

"I have come to expect nothing from your kind."

He stood, his face hard and his mouth set in a sneer. A part of him was grateful for the shadows that covered him, the soft and gentle core that did not want his Challenger to see him angered.

To see him afraid.

"If you do not want it, then come with me."

The scene seemed to shift in a blur- it always did- and Leshy was standing in the doorframe. He glared down at the puppet, as if it was their fault for building the wall that separated him from the Challenger he so desperately wished to know.

But it was not their fault. It never had been, this puppet had just as little control as he did.

"Stand right there."

They moved, hands reaching out to take his camera from its resting place upon a shelf, gingerly holding it in front of their shrouded face. Leshy could see the glint of their ring in the flickering light, reflecting like moonlight in the darkness of the night.

That ring… he had meant it for her. He meant to give it to her before she had disappeared, but she had gone before he had ever gotten the chance.

He was glad that he had finally been able to give it to someone.

Especially to them.

There was a click, the puppet trying to take a photograph of him. It did not work. It never did. This had not been the first time the Challenger had won, after all.

He allowed himself to fancy that it seemed a tad more hesitant than usual.

"I will need that," he said, tenderly taking the camera from the puppet's hands. He could not help but linger for a moment, feeling the cold, false texture of their skin. He wondered what the Challenger truly felt like. If their hands would be warm, if they would be soft or calloused…

"You are worthy of a memorial. I will endeavor to fulfill this."

He set up his camera with quick and deft hands, the movements second nature at this point. He positioned himself, his camera to his chest, ready to be raised once more when the moment was right.

"Please. Inscribe your name."

And this- these were the moments he treasured the most, as grisly a fact as it was. The death of the puppet provided the closest thing to an actual interaction with his Challenger. A name, written by their own hand. They had given him many during their time together, some obvious jokes, some actual names- but each was more precious to Leshy than the last.

He wondered if this one was their true name, if this was the one that would bring him closer to knowing his beloved Challenger.

Silence, a moment of hesitation on the puppet's part. He wondered what was going through the Challenger's head, what they were thinking.

But the moment passed, and soon he found a card in his hand, inscribed with a name. He took a moment to commit the letters to memory, to taste the syllables in his mouth as the word rolled off his tongue.

"A fine name," he murmured, wishing desperately that he could see the face to whom the name belonged.

He sighed, holding his camera to his eye. The silhouette of the puppet was framed in his viewfinder, and his heart pounded with that familiar thrill of inscryption.

Though there, as always, staining the edge of his excitement was the grief. Bitter and cold, and with fangs sharper than even regret.

Perhaps this was what this feeling was- regret.

"Do not despair," he said, more to himself than to the Challenger, "You've won."

The click of the shutter and a blinding flash of light, and soon Leshy found himself sat back at his table with the flickering of candlelight and the ticking of his clock keeping him company. He spared a glance back towards the storage room door, finding that the new death card was pinned to the wood with the others. He turned to the shadows before him, that desperate bitterness creeping back into the forefront of his mind.

"Here we are, once again," his nails dug into the table, deepening the marks he had already left there, "How many more do you have in you?"

There was no answer. And, heartbreakingly, the figure in the shadows faded away, disappearing into the nothingness that seemed oh so prevalent in his sad state of being.

They had left, as they often did after their victories, their puppet disappearing and leaving Leshy truly alone with his thoughts. The very thoughts that tortured him with fears of losing them, of his beloved Challenger never returning, of leaving him to be once more consumed by the darkness. By the nothing.

He sighed, closing his eyes and resting his heavy head on his table.

He would wait for their return, as he always did. Wishing that he could know them the way he so dearly wanted to.

And in the meantime the shadows would dance about him and the silence would numb and dull his mind.

How much longer would this last?

#pats top of leshy #THIS BABY CAN HOLD SO MUCH GRIEF IN IT #listen- LISTEN #I SAW THAT POST ABOUT LESHY BEING ALL SAD ABOUT NOT KNOWING THE CHALLENGER AND #IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT FOR DAYS #im very sorry for tagging you again btw its just that you're a genius and you deserve to know that agakaha #leshy is so sad i---#im already thinking about a sequel set after the deletion begins #where he finally gets to see the challenger he fell in love with #he finally gets to see you #but that thought hurts right now so like #gimme a lil bit on that one shajahs #anyway!! i love you all!! drink some water!!#inscryption #leshy inscryption #leshy x reader #x reader #ron writes

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your-stoat-stands-unopposed · 2 years

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Oh! Like the thing with P03 as an actual stoat, could I request a chill nighttime scene in a the cards are actually animals sort of way where the challenger has Stoat, Stinkbug, and Stunted Wolf? Maybe they're hyping the challenger up to confront Leshy, maybe they're having a nice rest, or maybe P03 and Magnificus can't help but argue even as actual animals and Grimora is resting on their shoulder like yeah this just happens. It's up to you.

The Last Night.

Pairing: None.

Warnings: None.

Summary: You have hope that this night, this cold dark night trudging through unfamiliar lands, may finally be the last night.

You have hope. For the first time in a long time, you have hope in your heart: a light in the distance, a possible end to this journey.

You have hope that this night, this cold dark night trudging through unfamiliar lands, may finally be the last night.

Atop your head, your stoat is practically thrumming with palpable excitement, its little paws clutching onto your head as though it's attempting to quite literally drive you onward. "There. Right there. You see that light?"

As best you can with an animal on your head, you nod, a tiny smile on your lips. "I see it."

"That," your stunted wolf speaks from where it walks elegantly at your side, "is our final destination... The place where we will bring this wretched cycle of madness to its end."

"Hey, I was gonna tell them that," the stoat huffs. (Had you been able to see up there, you would notice it giving the stunted wolf one nasty glare.)

On your shoulder, your Stinkbug gives a little titter, two of its tiny limbs in front of its mouth as though it were a person. "Oh, pay no mind to them, dear," it says. "This is quite normal."

You can't help but give a chuckle, one hand reaching up to scratch between the stoat's ears, one hand reaching down to pat the stunted wolf's head. "I've definitely noticed..."

As terrifying as your journey has been - as bloody, as risky, as almost lethal as it's been - this is one part you're going to miss. Not the walking, and not the cold; but these moments when it's just you and your caravan, your beastly friends trotting and flying and scuttling at your back, your more talkative ones leading the way alongside you.

You hope that, after you all escape this place... maybe you can all travel together again someday, without the threat of death looming over your head.

Maybe it's a long shot, but... where's the harm in hoping?

The stunted wolf's hackles rise as you all draw nearer to the source of the light: what appears to be a small cabin, all the way out here in the middle of nowhere. "This is it," it growls, its one eye narrowed.

"Indeed..." The stinkbug seems to wring its little limbs together. "We are about to enter Leshy's cabin."

A frown crosses your features. "Leshy? Who's that? You know him?"

A sharp, bitter laugh sounds from the top of your head, and the stoat's grip seems to tighten. "Yep, we know him, alright. He's the reason why we're like this; the reason why we're all trapped here, you included."

Someone with the ability to do all that... that's your foe? That's who you're about to meet?

You feel a fear in your heart, and you swallow lightly, hoping your eyes aren't as wide as you think they are. "Oh."

"Fear not," the stunted wolf speaks, his deep tone full of confidence. "My plan to escape shall not fail. I have seen it. So... as I have placed my trust in you each and every time you have sent me out to battle... I ask that you now place your trust in me."

"Ugh. Sappy," the stoat rolls its eyes out of your sight. "Listen. The truth is... if we fail... if we die... it won't be permanent. Not really. Worst case scenario, we'll stay stuck in this forsaken place a bit longer, but... If anyone's gonna beat him and get us out of here, it's you."

"They're entirely right," the stinkbug cheerfully nods its tiny head. "Death is nothing to fear... this is what I have always believed. But somehow, when I look at you... I believe that we won't be facing that dark embrace quite so soon. I know it."

Hearing the encouraging words of your talking creatures... that fear in your heart is replaced by joy. A warm pride blossoms in your chest and brings tears to your eyes, a smile to your lips.

You glance over your shoulder to see the rest of your beasts following after you, their faces weary and tired but ultimately full of trust; full of faith in you.

In this moment... You have more hope than you ever have before.

You turn, and you approach the cabin; and when you arrive, your hands settle upon the doors and push them open without fear.

This will be the last night, for you and for them.

You will make sure of it.

#inscryption #p03 #grimora #magnificus #inscryption stoat #inscryption stinkbug #inscryption stunted wolf #answered asks #the idiot gamer writes

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inscryption-hcs-and-oneshots · 2 years

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How about the Scrybes reacting to getting a kiss on the forehead.

The Scrybes getting a forehead kiss! Warnings: None Headcanons list under the read more

Leshy: - Not used to this kind of affection, but isn’t against it - You have to convince this man to lean down to give you a kiss since he’s really tall (Like 7 feet slouching) - You can always catch him off guard when he’s working on new cards, since he’s sitting down - Pats your head before going about his work, or will kiss your hand like the royalty he sees you as PO3: - Ew - Don’t touch me, human - Yeah he hates physical affection, or any sort of affection of that sort. Actively makes a disgusted face whenever you kiss him. - He never pushes you away, but will complain about it the whole time and wipe his screen afterwards Grimora: - Being the second shortest scrybe at 6′2, she’s a lot easier to reach, and will happily accept affection of the sorts - Will kiss you back and leave a black lipstick stain on your forehead to make a point - Often kisses the top of your head when passing by - Due to constantly being busy, she loves quick acts of affection going about her day Magnificus: - He’s the shortest scrybe at 5′11, so it’s a whole lost easier reaching him - Finding a way to kiss his forehead is hard though, given all of the plantlike matter growing from his... well, everywhere - Once you figure it out, he will get so flustered - Sneak a kiss while he’s painting and he has to put his brush down to cool off - Being such a loner he’s not used to affection

#inscryption #leshy #inscryption leshy #grimora #Inscryption Grimora #PO3 #po3 inscryption #magnificus #inscryption magnificus #headcanons #fluff

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pandoraborn · 4 years

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16 - A TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD DAY. || forced to beg. ||

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He’d been sitting in the same spot for a couple days now, in complete isolation and darkness. He knew Cian had planned things to go a certain way, but Vin wonders if he’d forgotten about Vin completely. The plan was to keep Vin out of the way while Cian toyed with everyone else, but leaving the magician alone means Vin has time to make his own plans.

He knew that Jason had Jackie and Marvin hostage, and he knew that Cian had done something with their kids. Anything after that, Vin’s in the dark about. He does have one advantage that he’s sure Cian didn’t take into account: and that’s the fact that Iron doesn’t exactly work the same way on him than it does on Cian.

Marvin lets the cuffs slide effortlessly to the floor. For all of Cian’s planning and manipulations, he’s not very intelligent in some cases. Vin is able to get up now and stretch his numb limbs, jolting his body back to life.

Vin doesn’t stay in the room he’s in for long. He’d heard voices down the hall somewhere, and he’s very inclined to check it out. From the area around him, he can guess he’s in some mansion, or at least a large house. He doesn’t know, or even care, who’s house it is, the important thing is Vin is sure-

He throws open the door he’s sure he heard voices in. It’s a bare, blank room with concrete walls as opposed to drywall. There’s blood everywhere already, and Vin winces, realizing he’d been in the same house as Marvin and Jackie the whole time.

There’s clearly no one here anymore; the house is empty, dark, and chilly. It also screams creepy, so Vin just walks back to the room he was held prisoner in, gathers his things, and leaves. He has some idea of where he’s going and who his target is, so he steps outside, looking around. Large yard, driveway the size of the yard, and the street not too far away. Vin can see the city skyscrapers in the distance, even in the dark, so he focuses.

She would be in the city right now. Luckily, Vin knows exactly where her hideout is.

Conjuring up a small portal, Vin hops through, popping out just outside the intended building. He approaches the nearest door, testing to see if it’s locked. Of course it is. She’d have the place locked up with as much security as she can coerce. Vin isn’t deterred in the slightest.

He knocks.

Of course, someone is stupid enough to crack open the door, gun out before Vin can catch a glimpse of a face. With his most charming grin, Vin lifts a hand, bright green magic swirling around his hand. “Pardon me,” Vin says, watching as the magic envelops the gun. “But I’m a wee lost and have nowhere else to go.”

The man drops his gun in surprise. In his shock, he jumps back, bumping the door open wider. “What the- wait. What do you mean you’re lost? This isn’t a shelter.”

“See, I was dead, and now I’m not. Well, technically, I haven’t been dead for awhile, but I never did find a home previous to now.” He continues with his same, soothing tone of voice as he uses his magic again, taking advantage of the full view of this lackey. Vin conjures up a spiral, swirling colors of purples and blues that seem to stretch out toward the man.

It’s so predictable, the way the man stares into the center of the spiral. Vin’s almost bored with how easily taken he is, but it works to his advantage. Moving closer, Vin taps the side of the man’s head, whispering in his ear. With a slow blink after a long minute, the man turns around, beckoning for Vin to follow him inside the building.

Vin follows down a hallway, before the pair stops at a stairway that leads up. The man says nothing, just dazedly lifts his hand to point up. With a grin, Vin pats him on the shoulder before heading up the flight, breaking the trance.

Vin doesn’t walk the whole way up. He uses a portal to skip flights of stairs, stopping every other floor to check for his target. It’d be too cliche for her to be up at the very top but-

-that’s, in fact, where she is. The entire top floor is decorated with a lavish style, furs and prints as carpet and wallpaper, all clashing to look as tacky as possible. Vin wrinkles his nose as he tip-toes in, using his magic to locate her.

She’s sleeping. Why she’d be sleeping when there would be people after her is beyond him. Or maybe she’s dumb enough to let her guard down, trusting in her foolish lackeys to keep her protected. Regardless, it’s easy access for Vin. He rummages through the things closest to her ‘bed’ (which is really a bunch of couches pushed together with a mattress on top) until he finds a pistol. Vin already knows he won’t find her drugs out in the open, but a gun?

She really is foolish.

He crouches down next to the bed, staring her down as he rotates the pistol around in his hands. She seems to be a light sleeper, because she’s stirring only moments later, rolling over to her back and cracking a single eye open. It takes another few seconds for her to bolt upright, scrambling back when Vin aims the pistol at her face.

“Good morning, Danielle. Did I wake you?” He grins politely as he tests the gun’s weight. There’s no clip in it, but he’s hoping she isn’t awake enough to realize it.

“How did you get in? How the hell did you get through my security?”

“The sad thing about most humans,” Vin begins as he stands up to move closer. He sits down on the edge of the bed and presses the barrel right against her temple. “Is that they’re incredibly easy to influence. I just need to use a little bit of magic, and your flimsy security was eager to please.”

“What did you do to them?” She asks, voice utterly calm in spite of her trembling.

“Just one, no idea how many you actually had, and he’s fine now. Probably doesn’t remember the homeless stranger who knocked on the door asking for a place to stay.” Vin leans closer, using his free hand to grip her wrist to lock her in place. “Nevermind all that. You’re an idiot, Danielle. One man to guard an entire building while you sleep? Shame, Cian could have come back for you. Though, I suspect you could have the entire FBI protecting you; if Cian wants someone, he finds them.”

“Vin, I-”

“No no, I’m in charge now. Do you have any wine, by the way? No need to get up, I can help myself.”

“...yes. Over there. I have a fridge filled with...glasses on the side.”

“Perfect.” Vin gets back to his feet and moves away, helping himself to her most expensive wine. “So, I have some inside information. I know that Cian is probably with the kids right now, seeing as he hasn’t come back for me. He also seems to have forgotten I’m not fae myself.”

“I swear-”

“No no. I’m talking sweetheart.” Vin takes a large sip of the wine as he moves back toward her. “I also know Jason had the married couple in his clutches, and Merlin was probably involved somehow. What would you like to tell me about that?”

“I swear I don’t know where anyone is Vin. Cian hired me to kidnap the kids, I don’t know what happened to them after that, I don’t know where your friends are, I swear. I’m just here, minding my own business.”

“You’re not minding your own business though.” Vin takes another sip, now using his telekinesis to bring the magazine to him. “You’re involved in a pretty fucked up situation. I’d like to know what the endgame is for all this. Cian didn’t feel the need to tell me.”

“I don’t-”

“I’m not asking you. You’re smart, in your own way. Crafty, even. But you’re no match for Cian. He wouldn’t give away his secrets to even me, what makes you think he’d talk to you? You’re no better than one of your drugged lackeys.”

“I resent that.”

“Oh, and one more thing before I take you with me?” Vin finishes off his wine.”

“Before you continue that, I can drug you and make you mine.”

“I have magic and a loaded gun, Danielle. I’d highly reconsider your actions.” Vin jabs the gun against her temple again, this time roughly. He ignores her cry of pain as he continues his original thought. “Only my friends can call me Vin, by the way. You haven’t earned that privilege, so quit trying to be chummy.”

“Sorry, Marvin. Where are you taking me?”

“The only one I can reasonably call is Chase, and he’s in a different timeline currently. The one we both left behind. How did you even cross over by the way?”

“I have secrets of my own, Vin, er. Marvin. As we are not working together, I don’t have to tell you anything.” She scowls.

“Fair enough. So, since I can’t call Chase, I’m going to give Amon a call. Maybe he’s at Jackie’s and Marvin’s place, I don’t know.”

“I saw him the other day,” Danielle says quietly. “He was trailing me, somehow he knew I had something to do with the kids.”

“Amon’s the smartest of all of us, I wouldn’t put it past him to have everything figured out already.” Vin chuckles as he beckons her with the gun. “Come on, sweetheart. We’re going on a walk.”

“You expect me to walk all the way through the city?” Her expression turns icy.

“Of course I don’t. I have to walk too.” He rolls his eyes as he walks toward one of the large windows, tapping on it with the gun. “We’re going to jump though.”

“Are you out of your god damned mind?” She jumps to her feet, flailing in a panic. “I am not jumping out of a fifteen story window for your god damned amusement!”

Vin turns and fires a warning shot right at her bed.

“You’re crazy, Marvin, you know that? You’re fucking crazy!” She approaches the window slowly, quaking in fear.

“Tell me about it. That leshy must’ve done some permanent damage to me.” He grins.

“Do I at least get to get dressed first?” She waves frantically at herself. Vin takes notice for the first time, seeing she’s wearing only a camisole and a pair of boxers. Definitely not appropriate attire for a midnight adventure.

He waves his hand, forcibly changing her boxers into a pair of jeans.He leaves her top as is, seeing nothing wrong with it. “There, dressed. Now, quit bitching and jump.” Vin turns and fires at the window, watching it crack and shatter in an explosion of glass. He may have used his magic to aid in the display, not that he’d admit it to her aloud, but he’s giggling anyway.

“I fucking hate you.” Danielle gripes as she walks right up to the ledge, then stops. “How do I know you’re not trying to kill me?”

“You don’t.” Vin shoves her roughly, watching her fall out the window. She’s screaming, too, thrashing wildly as if trying to grab a ledge and cling on for dear life. If he wasn’t so worried for the others, he’d probably watch her suffer a little longer. Vin tosses the gun back over his shoulder as he follows suit, letting himself fall forward toward the ground.

The portal waiting for them on the road swallows them both, leading them back into Jackie’s apartment’s living room.

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your-stoat-stands-unopposed · 2 years

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i have minor character lover disease so maybe smth where the reader hangs around rebecha in act 2, gettin that hot goss on the scrybes? and maybe they ask her out on a a date too? 🙈

Rebecha!!! She deserves more love 🙏

The Perfect Opportunity.

Pairing: Rebecha x gender-neutral!Reader

Warnings: None, they're just flirting and gossiping together.

Summary: There's something you've been meaning to ask the Fixer for a while now, but you've always chickened out at the last moment...

"Woof," she sighs as she stands from the bridge she's been hammering at for the past hour, raising a hand to wipe at her brow. "Gotta love how there's only one person in this whole place who can fix anything, huh?"

You give a sympathetic laugh from where you'd been sitting beside her, and you place your hands together in a praying motion, bowing your head. "All hail the mighty Fixer! Where would we be without her?"

Your words are playful, but genuine; and she knows it, chuckling as she gives a wink. "You know where you'd be, challenger?" She motions with her head, in the general direction of Leshy's cabin and Grimora's crypt. "Still stuck over there with the beast man who wants to use ya, and the dead lady who wants to kill everything else off too."

You can't help but laugh, shifting a bit and patting the ground at your side. "But thanks to you, I can visit Suspicious Robot and Even More Suspicuous Wizard any time I want."

"Yeah, I'd say 'you're welcome,' but what I should probably be saying is 'I'm sorry.'"

She sits beside you and slings an arm around you, and you snicker, leaning your head against her shoulder.

You aren't sure now how many times you've done this by now, sitting with Rebecha while she patches up this same exact bridge that always seems to break in the exact same place, chatting with her about the others in this world...

(You aren't sure when exactly your friendship had grown to involve cuddling, either; but you're not complaining... You wouldn't have it any other way.)

"Woof... I tell ya, I sure am tired of it." Her soft, green cheek rests on top of your head, her tone as dry and tired as ever. "Fixing that damn bridge over and over... giving the same deckbuilding tips again and again... running around after those Scrybes..."

Your eyes close, and you feel a flutter in your heart, a warmth in your cheeks. There's something you've been meaning to ask the Fixer for a while now, but you've always chickened out at the last moment... but now seems like the perfect opportunity.

"I swear, you're the only fun in my life these days," she says, giving you a little squeeze around the shoulders.

Your lips curve into a smile, and you decide it's now or never: nerves be damned. "Then... how about we have more fun?" you suggest. "Let's, ah... go out sometime. Just the two of us. No bridge-mending, no deckbuilding, no Scrybes; just... you know."

There's a silence, and for a moment, you're worried that you'd overstepped; that she isn't interested, that you've screwed up monumentally by asking such a stupid thing and--

"I am so glad you asked, seriously."

Her voice breaks your trail of thought, and as you open your eyes, you see and feel her other arm wrapping around you too.

Oh. Oh, she's hugging you. Oh, your heart is racing...

"This place gets so dull, doing the same thing day in and day out... You showing up has been like some kind of blessing. As if I'd miss the chance to spend some time with you!"

A soft laugh escapes you, and you let your arms wind around her too, contentedly holding her just that little bit closer. "That's what I like to hear... Besides, time with me is bound to be more interesting than time with those Scrybes, right?"

"Oh, don't even get me started. Hey, did you hear that..."

Ah, there she goes, getting started anyway...

Not that you'd have it any other way, mind you.

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