day 11 mingle part 2

[catposting]

WHO: All
WHERE: Everywhere
WHEN: Day 11, evening to night

[don't you love the calm before the storm where a Weed becomes a Lily, gunshots are heard twice, a pyromaniac is back as a sheep and maybe possibly some experiments were conducted regarding Death without informing anyone

how are you on this perfectly normal evening]

Comments

[closed.... ish]

[terraria]

( sooooOOOOO if you see a little birb flying over to lily carrying some hay, don't worry about it.

if you are charon of lily however, you may want to, because he's kinda sorta dropping the illusion once inside of lilybarn and away from other prying eyes. )

Chaaa~ron?

Re: [closed.... ish]

[endsjustified]

[finally, everything has stayed calm for more than an hour. finally he can get some peace and q







answers the door.]

Re: [closed.... ish]

[catposting]

[ hey so Blood Fiend's body is laying limp in Perci's arms(?) and there's a catatonic meadowsheep also being carried around by Persephone of Lily. unlike the icon, his body has no wounds present! surely everything is fine. ]

Re: [closed.... ish]

[endsjustified]

[stares unblinkingly at this tableau in his bedroom doorway for a long, long, long moment.

moves aside to let Perci in with his burdens.]

[beathollow]

( elsewhere, hopefully after lily has finally been allowed some peace (and yelling has happened)- or not so much elsewhere as much as it is the top of clover's barn, sonata sits with coda in her lap, dozing. a cup of tea and an open notebook of neat handwriting lays beside her, and the stars and two moons above.

it's...

not as content as she was day two. and she was content.

but for the first time in quite a few days, she sings. )

[terraria]

( it's been a while since he's heard singing. and singing that feels trained, because as much as he loves his people, not all of them are good singers. perci, so tired and sore from most of the day, meant to just stay out and supervise the gardening.

but there's a calm voice and he finds himself flying over towards it... )

[beathollow]

( fun fact! sonata is not trained- all of her work is one hundred percent raw. and yet even now she is considered to be on par with a professional on her own. were she aware of this fact, she might be pleasantly proud.

coda notices his presence before she does, chittering softly. hi. don't interrupt singsong time please. but stay and listen and also maybe what if you had treats- )

[terraria]

( she sure sounds it!!

he does stay quiet, motioning a finger to his lips with a soft nod. he'll just sit nearby, pulling his knee up to his chest to rest his chin on it. )

not here; cw suicide mention lmao

[catposting]

[ he'd pretended to be asleep when Perci finally left. that had been terrifying, actually, not that he'd ever admit it. the bird's wings had been warm, a much-needed sense of comfort after today's events. a shield from the clutches of the black void. if Sheep Fiend had been his usual attentive self, he would have noticed the sudden absence of an ache that had plagued him for the better part of the week, starting the night he'd fought the mist wolf.

he'd denied Charon's offer to kill him again. but with Perci gone, there's nothing to separate his mind from the memory of the black void. and so, alone in shadow, Sheep Fiend starts to contemplate. away from the fountain, without a Lily present, there could be a chance of reaching the White Nothing... and staying there.

faintly, he hears a soft melody.

stripped of his feline senses, Sheep Fiend can barely make out the sound; but the safe meadow is small, and barn walls are thin. the tune is distinctive, reminiscent of that tranquil scene on Clover's lawn from a lifetime ago. a warrior, an idol and a shyder, coexisting in harmony before fate had forced them apart.

she's alive. not impaled on her own blade, swathed in the blood shed by his own betrayal. the nightmare and that melody can't coexist; and only one of them is here. one of them is an act of love — to the world, to her newfound family. and to herself, though she may not realize it.

the black void is a lie.

the Nothing compels him, but he clings to the melody. he doesn't deserve to, but Y̵̨̳̞͎̭͙̹̘̼̟̪̽̂̽a̶̻̰̺̤͚̹͇͉͎̝̣̗͛͑̀̎̀͛͊͒̈͠ş̵̨̱̻̦͈̲̫̥̰̩́̓̾̅̒̑̈̈́r̴̟̝͙̳̥͕̹̞̹͓͛͊͌͐́̃̚̕͜͝ä̴͈͇̲͇̞͖́͌t̴̛̤̯̳̩͛̿̒͆c̴̱̩͍̖̺̐̔̃̂͑͂̎͘h̷̲͚̻͙͙̞̒̽́̏̆͌́̐̐́͘͘͝å̵͖̀̈́̈́́͘͘ had always been a selfish one. even the void can't change that.

soon after, he falls into a dreamless sleep. ]

[finalbows]

<sub>[ that's sonata's voice.
and it's.. beautiful.


all the silliness he's put himself through today, and there she is, alone up top of the roof. it's no matter to glide up -- from an angle she can see him approach -- and land, quiet, light as a feather, on the roof as well. if she seems like she's going to stop, though-- he quickly gestures silently, wait, wait, please go on. ]</sub>

[beathollow]

( she almost does stop, but- ah. she can't help but fluster a little, but if he wants the full song he'll get it. )

[finalbows]

_{[ he waits patiently through the length of it, clearly attentive-- after a time he catches her dart her eyes away, flustered, as she sings... he simply closes his, to listen, a hand left near his heart. ]}

at like 3am

[featherduster]

[ Wandering into Lily's pasture and launching a rubber band at Wolfwood's window to announce his presence.

IT'S TIME TO PLANT FLOWERS, BOZO ]

Re: at like 3am

[ohlord]

[YOU KNOW HOW TO KNOCK. YOU PROVED THIS LITERALLY YESTERDAY!

but out he comes anyway, tired but also too wired for sleep anyway. it's fine.]

Guess it's a good thing we got our shovel back.

Re: at like 3am

[featherduster]

[ And that's how Wolfwood ends up reinforcing bad behavior ]

Did somebody steal your shovel?

[ He's got all kinds of digging tools with him thanks to BLUEBELL MOAT ]

Re: at like 3am

[ohlord]

Think Rubato borrowed it for that community thing.

[but seems to consider for a second...]

So how's it work? Gotta pick the right spot for 'em?

Re: at like 3am

[endsjustified]

[at like...some point in their gardening...Charon shows up.

the weird part is not so much that he's up, because shepherds, but that instead of coming out the barn door he is coming in the meadow and has clearly been in the forest. he has leaves and a little shyder silk fluff in his hair, his coat is rumpled, and he seems a bit tired but not in bad shape. his ghost sheep is helping him bodily drag in the carcass of a gator dog, which has...a really big hole through it. like a really, really big hole. doesn't look like it's from a gunshot of any sort though.

nods at them both]

Gentlemen.

Re: at like 3am

[ohlord]

[. . . well.

that's only a little awkward when your pacifistic friend who won't even kill animals is over.

shoving shovel into the dirt so he can get a ghost sheep to help with the dragging since... don't get blood on the flower bed, jesus.]

Good hunt?

[said mildly as if this is regular and not clearly a stress relief thing.]

Re: at like 3am

[featherduster]

[ Looks....... at Charon. Looks at the gator dog.

. . .

Says nothing. ]

Hi. Wanna plant some lilies?

[rugpull]

Ah the lovely evening gunshots.

[crittersheep]

_{[ there are a pair of weird poodle-shaped shadows cast on whatever flat surface is most conveniently near biscuit. one makes a little paw gun at another. in unison, as it 'shoots,' they say, ]}

Bang, bang!

_{[ and then burst out laughing, a long hihihihihihihihihi, the shot one with a big perfect hole through its shoulder now ]}

[rugpull]

Wow m'getting shihihihihi'ed by.

...

[sniffs

there's probably no dog smell is there]

[theomachist]

[what the fuck is a gun

looking around in bewilderment]

What was that??

[rugpull]

A gun. Someone's gettin' shot at.

[idly weaving a basket on the Daffodil front lawn]

[theomachist]

What's a gun.