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[OPEN] Inner Glow
Who: Angel and Y'all
What: Springtime shenanigans
When:Anytime between mid-March and the April Event
Where: Various
Warning(s): Mention of minor non-specific injury in first prompt.
1. Got to fill your cup and find the way out of your own maze [Temple]
Whatever one's reason for stopping by the Temple of Sacred Roots, there's a decent chance to find Angel there. Right now, he's doing a lot of cleaning that Degas hasn't had the energy or strength for--dusting high shelves and cabinets, taking down curtains to be washed, doing windows. After all, his beehives are mostly getting situated right now, so he has some extra time to turn to the physical space of the temple.
If you hear singing from where he's working, well. Yes, you absolutely do, but he'll pretend otherwise if called on it.
And perhaps you come on a day where Angel's sustained some minor injury, and there's an unmistakable golden glow as a cut or bruise heals. He does not bleed blood, but on sanctified ground, he bleeds light.
2. Now there's a category for every song [Flowers?]
Angel thought he knew what he planted on the farm, in terms of flowers. But something's popping up, especially near the beehives, that's unfamiliar. Pointed clusters of teal-blue flowers that seem eerily, perfectly bee-sized. It concerns him a little, which is going to lead to Research.
Perhaps you find him in the library, trawling through books about plants. Or if you're known to be a scientist or druidic sort, you're likely to be approached by Angel with a sample in hand. Either way, he's got some funky plants he doesn't yet understand.
3. Don't keep your aching, celebrating, wonder-making heart alone [Wildcard]
Find me on Discord to plot or just throw anything at me!
What: Springtime shenanigans
When:Anytime between mid-March and the April Event
Where: Various
Warning(s): Mention of minor non-specific injury in first prompt.
1. Got to fill your cup and find the way out of your own maze [Temple]
Whatever one's reason for stopping by the Temple of Sacred Roots, there's a decent chance to find Angel there. Right now, he's doing a lot of cleaning that Degas hasn't had the energy or strength for--dusting high shelves and cabinets, taking down curtains to be washed, doing windows. After all, his beehives are mostly getting situated right now, so he has some extra time to turn to the physical space of the temple.
If you hear singing from where he's working, well. Yes, you absolutely do, but he'll pretend otherwise if called on it.
And perhaps you come on a day where Angel's sustained some minor injury, and there's an unmistakable golden glow as a cut or bruise heals. He does not bleed blood, but on sanctified ground, he bleeds light.
2. Now there's a category for every song [Flowers?]
Angel thought he knew what he planted on the farm, in terms of flowers. But something's popping up, especially near the beehives, that's unfamiliar. Pointed clusters of teal-blue flowers that seem eerily, perfectly bee-sized. It concerns him a little, which is going to lead to Research.
Perhaps you find him in the library, trawling through books about plants. Or if you're known to be a scientist or druidic sort, you're likely to be approached by Angel with a sample in hand. Either way, he's got some funky plants he doesn't yet understand.
3. Don't keep your aching, celebrating, wonder-making heart alone [Wildcard]
Find me on Discord to plot or just throw anything at me!
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"You can still walk me into town if you'd like, but it's a pretty solid walk. You don't have to. I'll be okay."
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"One of my favorite stallions as a kid was this big sucker--Tall Paul. Bought him a couple years before I graduated high school, Dad couldn't break him. I was makin' some headway before I got drafted. Not sure what happened to him after that."
John falls silent a moment, because he does, in fact, remember Bobbin's refusal to make nice with Angel the day they met. Bobbin is...well, Bobbin, but if this is the way things are for him all the time...
"Must be rough livin' on a farm, if all animals are skittish around you 'cause of the being dead thing." he muses quietly. "Is it all animals? I get prey animals, sorta, but...I'd think predators might be a little too interested in you. Like maybe cats 'n some other birds could get close enough to befriend."
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And he manages, somehow, not to sound bitter about that fact.
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There's no reverence when John says it, but it's not disrespectful, either. It's quiet, certain--factual. The sky is blue, water is wet, Angel is not freaky but is in fact a miracle.
With a rueful smile, John glances at Angel, then around them with a sigh as he shrugs.
"I grew up in a real Catholic home. Lotta bullshit stuck, and I've tried to get rid of it, but miracles are something I've always just...accepted, y'know? War made me question whether or not God was on our side, but miracles prove someone is real out there. God, Buddha--fuckin' Mortanne 'n her sisters, I dunno. Miracles are kinda mind blowing, but they're natural as breathing. Or not, as the case may be. You may be dead, buddy, but freaky? Nah."