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[devotedtothecore]

(I WILL BE MORE ON THE BALL ON THIS ONE, I SWEAR TO GOD)

Ask me anything about my characters, general player stuff, general RP stuff, etc etc etc. You know the drill! ...and by "my characters" it's really just "Chrys in Thusia".

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[followthewind]

Tell me how much you love me, bro.

[devotedtothecore]

Like we're social link level 8 or 9.

More specifically, for him Raven is... it feel strange to call him constant, given how like the wind he is in various senses of the phrase, but he is. He'd always been predictable in his ways, at the core. For all their infrequent reunions over the years of the surface world he could count on Raven to be Raven whenever they saw each other again, and they would see each other again, because he honestly couldn't fathom anything in the world that Raven couldn't somehow get himself out of. A simple faith in the idiocy strength of a friend. Raven would wander where he would but sometime that breeze would come by Chrys's part of the land again and they'd hang out and jab each other and scuffle and mull over stuff together and call each other's bullshit like it is. He understood Raven and how he worked, and Raven understood Chrys and how he worked, and even if they didn't necessarily share the same viewpoints on the world, he respected Raven's because they were Raven's.

Likewise, years later, he understood that Raven would inevitably disappear, long, long before he left on that final journey into the tunnels. And there was nothing he could do to stop it, only delay it. So he kept letting the dwindling wind come close to him as much as he could, as long as he could, even though Raven's presence was a painful reminder of so many things that Chrys shut down all the more to cope with Raven sitting just metres away for hours on end, fighting the losing battle against everything pressing in on them. Because sooner or later he would go away too, like the others of his people, like Aerta, like Red, like Feathers.

When the news came he greeted it calmly. And then afterwards calmly went to one of the few taverns still open and got very, very drunk. And possibly into a brawl.

SO ANYWAY NOW THUSIA. The way they just slipped right back into old rhythms, despite how much older and more worn Chrys has become, despite Raven's still lingering psychological scars-- it's a great comfort, to Chrys. It grounds him. He's not entirely alone, here, even if other important people aren't. And he is glad, glad, glad for Raven to have this second chance in a brighter world, a chance to grow back into himself under a true sky. And while Chrys isn't really able to believe with the old certainty anymore in whether or not Raven will stay-- there's few things Chrys believes for certain anymore-- he'll do his damnedest to ground Raven, too. However and whenever he can.

Ur turn '3'