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Wowww I have a bad habit of double posting… I’m sooo sorry.

Don’t worry about it! I don’t mind at all!

Also this is so random but I’m curious how Niarok would react if I pulled Yila.

Okay no. I’m not doing that.

Even the idea breaks my heart 😭

That’s such a thing though! I mean, I’m like that. I’m an extrovert but I don’t like people in general (which I know makes absolutely zero point zero zero sense, but it’s greattttt)

LOL, I get it XD I’m an introvert who gets miserable without human contact. Which… may just mean I’m actually human but let’s not go into that.

Lol my main goal right now is to prevent her from becoming a brown-haired version of Yila. XD

We’re all currently writing different flavors of the same character and it’s glorious XD

They’re essentially almost all the same archetype, arguably except for Misu. That’s actually pretty interesting since it forces you to make everything really nuanced if you don’t want them to vanish into the flock of traumatized, brooding characters with dark backstories XD

Lol I did NOT see that coming!!! That was awesome though!!!

Me either, I started writing something where he asked Niarok to go check on her and he was like “Nope. I adopted her. Back off.” XD

I didn’t know where to go from there… AYDIN I NEED YOU!!!! XD

I’m going to try to write a short post just so y’all can keep going with the others and you don’t get stuck there XD I have no idea where this is going to go…

Aydin

The girl looked some combination between terrified and ready to rip my head off.

She felt extremely unsafe and with good reason. Standing in the middle of nowhere with the others staring at her wasn’t helping.

“Do you want to join us over in the corner?” I asked, quietly, glancing toward Niarok as though asking for permission. He nodded. I didn’t think he’d mind.

She looked as though she would rather jump in a pit of snakes. That was what we were to her and there was nothing I could do about it.

Odd. I’d started thinking of us as a group instead of me and them. Probably the common enemy.

“I suppose,” she said, suspiciously.

She followed after me and sat down in a corner, as far from me as possible. I returned the favor and in turn made sure I wasn’t close to Niarok.

He looked at both of us with amused exhasperation. Poor Niarok. Stuck with two people scared of their own shadow and everyone else’s to boot.

“I’m Niarok,” he said, in his calm way.

The girl shot him a sharp look, assessing how dangerous he was. The girl was eerily familiar. It was as though I could read her thoughts. They were mine, and it was upsetting to see what I looked like to others. Did I look that jumpy?

“Evie,” she said, after a hesitation.

“Welcome to the Castle,” Niarok said, ironically.

I almost smiled. Welcome was inaccurate.

“Do you have breakfast?” she asked.

I hid a smile. Someone had their priorities straight.

“Wait, it’s morning?” I asked, abruptly. Last I remembered it had been late at night and I’d been trying to fall asleep and figuring out what to do when the nightmares inevitably came. Time was messed up here.

Niarok fetched his supplies and returned Yila’s knife. She shot me a poisonous look that I wouldn’t meet. I was too tired for this.

He tossed Evie food which she took without hestitating. She was probably used to eating whatever she could get.

Niarok glanced at me, that quiet sympathy in his gaze again.

“There’s for you if you want it,” he offered.

I tried to push down our instructor’s voice but it was loud and practically burned into my memory. I wasn’t risking getting poisoned, but I was absolutely starving. I hadn’t eaten for goodness knew how long.

I looked at Niarok again, uncertain, judging his intentions. Despite his admitted history with poison and the fact that I barely knew him, he had saved my life. Everything about him seemed honest and even kind.

I had to stop being an assassin someday or I would carry it with me as long as I lived.

I took the package with more mental resolve than it should have taken.

“Thanks,” I said, my voice still strained.

The dried meat didn’t taste like much, probably a combination of nerves and the fact that it had to be preserved for a long time. I didn’t taste anything noticably wrong, like a strong bitter aftertaste or anything metallic.

I mentally rolled my eyes at myself. I knew Niarok wasn’t going to poison me, but it was instinct to check anyway.

At least the walls weren’t burning anymore. I was tired of the flames.