Death || Open RP
Kerra held on to a small chickadee, the bird’s right wing broken and twisted. She tried her best not to cry, trying to keep the small creature warm.
“Don’t worry, Miss Birdie, you’ll be f-fine… I’ll… I’ll find someone to help you… P-promise…”
Kerra sat on the floor, legs crossed, as she played with a Woodbug she had found earlier. It was pretty big compared to the others out there, which was why she had decided to befriend it. Besides, she was lonely, so it was nice to have something to talk to…
lord-nightmare:
He smiled and nodded, “Yep. Just like that.” Pitch packed in the sand in his bucket before flipping it over and tapping the top. He pulled it up and smirked proudly at himself.
She blinked at the sand, before humming. Kerra continued to fix up the side, before standing up. “Imma go make another corner!” She then scurried off to get another bucket of sand.
brb guys, doing stuff as Jackie—
((//scurries to new Skype
My Jack Frost muse now has a Skype if you want to add him and rp—
ice.beats.fire ))
lord-nightmare:
dontletmetouchyou:
lord-nightmare:
“Sounds fine to me then.” He smiled and stood, heading back to their spot.
She perked up and scurried back after him again, carrying the bucket, trying not to stumble. “Can you show me how…?”
“Of course!” He sat down with a small groan and set the bucket down in front of him. “First you have to build the walls and towers. Just the basic shapes. Then you can sculpt it how you like.”
She sat down near him, crossing her legs beneath her. “So… Like this…?” She questioned, before starting on the sides, looking up to him once in a while for encouragement.
dontletmetouchyou started following you
lonelylightwithindarkness:
dontletmetouchyou:
I swear… -takes a step closer- …Can you see me…?
(Can hear the voice, but is afraid he might be hearing voices again. Looks around) … N-No… Are you really here, or am I going mad…?
-falls back then- …I’m really here… B-but… I’m not surprised you can’t see me…
lord-nightmare:
“Sounds fine to me then.” He smiled and stood, heading back to their spot.
She perked up and scurried back after him again, carrying the bucket, trying not to stumble. “Can you show me how…?”
dontletmetouchyou started following you
lonelylightwithindarkness:
dontletmetouchyou:
lonelylightwithindarkness:
(Senses a presence nearby, glances around nervously) W-Who’s there?
-freezes- …I-I’m not here to hurt you…
(Looks in the direction of the voice) …Y-You won’t…?
I swear… -takes a step closer- …Can you see me…?
lord-nightmare:
dontletmetouchyou:
lord-nightmare:
Pitch didn’t much like sand but this is what dads did, right? Do strange things to make their kids happy. “Come on then.” He was tempted to just use his sand in order to manipulate it but that would just be cheating. Instead, he created a few buckets and small shovels, moving to set them down some distance away from the water.
Kerra scurried after him, smiling with childish innocence. She didn’t seem to notice his dislike for sand. “I’ve actually never made one before…” She spoke softly, “Can you help me…?”
“Of course I will.” He grabbed one of the buckets and moved back to the water. Pitch knelt and started scooping the damp sand inside. “So a castle, dragon, fort. What do you want to make?”
“A-a castle seems easiest…” She blinked, and copied his actions, quickly filling a bucket with the wetter sand.
