A Soft Laugh Leaves Soryn. " Forgive Me, I Did Not Mean To Frighten You Even More, Nic. It Was Not My

a soft laugh leaves soryn. " forgive me, i did not mean to frighten you even more, nic. it was not my intention in the slightest. " sometimes it slips their mind that humans aren't always assuaged by honesty. sure, the spider could've come back had she tried to go after it, but it most likely would've disappeared and died there (or left and made its way into someone else's home) or it would've reappeared and she would've killed or caught it then. nicole might've been a bit tense after, but the spider would be gone one way or another.

the demon blinks at her. well, they could be honest and say there are worse horrors in hell, or that some of their demon friends look like spiders/are spider-esque, but what's the likelihood she'll believe them? " spiders are important creatures. it is good to care for them rather than kill them. spiders only get a bad rap because they are venomous and because they are not 'pretty' like, say, butterflies. " soryn explains with a smile. " if you were a spider, would you want someone to squash you? "

         “Ya know, them reapparin’ sounds worse.” Was he trying to make her feel better about the whole thing? Goodness gracious. By all accounts Nicole was grateful that the spider was gone, and even more so that he took the time to reassure her and make her feel better. Or at least, trying to. Knowing that they come back did little to comfort, however. Even though all logic dictates he’s correct, phobias aren’t exactly rational in any sense.

          As he questions whether or not she’s seen someone do it, she gives a soft nod. Her dad has done it when he carried them outside because she was too afraid. But that’s just it to her, she’s seen it, she just is unable to fathom it. The thought alone was highly distressing to her. "I. . .I mean yer braver than me, ya know? My pops is tha same way. . .I jus' don' understand i'. No' in tha slightest, I'll say. Why don' they bother youse?"

i will be taking a hiatus from tumblr and social media in general. i don't know for how long but it's not something i want to put a time limit on.

my mother has been of ill health lately and today she passed on in the icu. they did the best they could but in the end, she was too sick. she is no longer suffering, she is no longer in any pain.

my father and i have a lot on our plates now and i don't have the emotional stability to be on tumblr. you can still reach me on discord.

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hello! i'm wes, returning (again) after (another) hiatus. this is an independent, very selective dual oc blog. carrd.

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gave both aggie and soryn a lethal company verse!

STORM : for both muses to find shelter from a severe storm. (from matteo, for aggie!)

it was nice, being able to hang out with father matteo during their free time. after grabbing coffee from the nearest cafe and a bite to eat from the bakery, she was accompanying him back to the church. " i-i really like doing this with you, f-father matteo. it— i-it's really nice. " agatha smiles up at him. in her opinion, any time she could spend with him was good time. she's... yeah, she's got it that bad for him. she's got it so bad today that she didn't notice the dark clouds gathering above them during their walk. there were no distant rumbles of thunder, there was no warning drizzle, it just began to pour like there was no tomorrow. only then did the thunder and lightning start and the two were running through the rain, getting back to the church.

they stand under the awning and she can't help but laugh, heading inside with father matteo when he gets the door open. " jeez, i-i'm completely s-s-soaked through! " how embarrassing. she can't even go out to her car since she left it parked on the street by the flower shop so she could walk here instead of drive. it'd been a nice enough day for that, until now. " oh, i-i'm s-so sorry. if i knew it w-was going to rain, i-i-i w-would've brought an umbrella. a-at least we could've shared it. " agatha giggles, her cheeks flushing in mild embarrassment. she looks up at father matteo, rainwater dripping from her hair and down her face.

" i, um, i-i d-don't suppose you have any t-towels here? and— a-and m-maybe something i could change into? "