Dream: Earl had been too late to save Asellus.
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Earl had been sure he’d make it.  He’d just been talking to Asellus on the phone… it seemed like seconds ago.  But when he got out, the lifeless body was sprawled on the bench, mouth hanging open.  Everything faded into the distance as he ran up, calling out, shaking them…  He could feel something draining out of him, leaving a cold emptiness.  He tried to hold onto the body, but it kept falling from his grip.

Earl found himself tangled up in sheets in the dark, and he struggled and fought his way free.  He wasn’t in his tent, he was… he was on a sofa.  It was soft, he had been sinking in it.  He stood up, looking around.  …Asellus’s home.  The attack had been… over a week ago now.  They were healing well, and able to get by without help for the most part.

It had been a dream, nothing more.

Still, heart pounding and breaths coming unevenly, Earl padded to the bedroom door.  He hesitated and stopped twice before knocking softly and cracking the door.  …Just to see.  Just to make sure.  But it was hard to see anything under the blankets, so he slipped over to the bedside to make sure.

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where earl has a dream in which he's taken away by the mute children again
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Earl shot up in bed, drenched in sweat and breathing hard.  It only took a few seconds to realize that he was in his own bed, in his tent, alone.  No mute children.  No terrible nothingness pulling him in.  He heaved a shaky breath and flopped back down on his back to stare up at the canvas for far longer than he would have liked.

burgess-in-nightvale:

"I really really hope so" Collin sighed "That girl is going to make my head explode"

"She’s only ten.  She’ll grow up, she’ll change constantly, and she’ll probably settle somewhere in there."

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radiohostwiththemost:

radiohostwiththemost:

[Your muse finds my muse curled up on the bed, crying. Send me a number between 1-35 and I will generate a response. You can send ‘Hush’ for a a randomized response.

26 - “I’m going blind.”]

The host was curled up under the covers, sobbing loudly into his pillow. He didn’t even hear Earl come in..

(( Hello there friend!! ))

Cecil looked up at Earl, “You.. Really think that, Earl..? He rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his palm, “I.. I don’t know if I believe that..”

Earl held him close and rubbed his back.  ”I believe it.  I’ve seen it.  You come up against something, and you not only survive it, you come out stronger.  You’re going to be okay, Cecil.  I’m sure of it.”

"Earl! Look!Looklooklook!" The blond nearly screeches in his excitement. He holds out a shiny key, grinning oh-so-proudly. "It's a key. A key to my HOUSE! My own house!" (Eh. this will have to do.)

manipulativeepicurean:

incorporearl:

Earl looked up and grinned.  ”Oh yeah?  Where is it?  Can I see?”

"It’s because we tell them it’s inappropriate," he explained. Of course Kayl knew this. He’d studied it, how children grew and developed. That might as well be why he adored them in the first place He knew what was to come.

"We say that certain behaviors are only okay when you are a certain age. Showing someone you did is something the little ones do, and it’s always treated as highly annoying. And then worst still, we teach our poor things to say ‘I made this, but it’s not very good’ when they want to show us something…" Kayl frowned at this, little, mild echoing memories of a child showing him an amazing little contraption she’d made out of wires and paperclips and how she’d said it was ‘junk’.
But it wasn’t. And that’s what made him sad.

Earl sighed.  ”That’s true.  I wish they didn’t have to learn something like that.  It makes life so much harder for them…  Then they stop wanting to show people what they’ve done, or to even develop new ideas to begin with.”

Earl had been meaning to pay Emilio a visit for a while, and he'd finally found a good time... but he knocked and knocked at the door, and no one answered, though he could hear clattering and banging from inside. After a minute he tried the door. It was open, so he let himself in and stepped into the kitchen to find Emilio covered in flour, sugar, butter... all kinds of things. He started to laugh.

pens-and-plants:

pens-and-plants:

The cake making thing was harder than he had anticipated. He’s fairly good in the kitchen on a normal day, but today was apparently not Emilio’s day. He suspects the Faceless Old Woman had something to do with this. Surely he’s not this terrible at baking! ”Oh!” Emilio cries, surprised. “Earl!” He smiles at the sight of his friend. “You have to show up now, when I’m too messy to give you a hug!” 

"That’s great Earl. I’m so happy for you. It’s always wonderful to find a job you really enjoy."

"It is!  I wasn’t sure at first, but I’ve been really fortunate in this."

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radiohostwiththemost:

radiohostwiththemost:

[Your muse finds my muse curled up on the bed, crying. Send me a number between 1-35 and I will generate a response. You can send ‘Hush’ for a a randomized response.

26 - “I’m going blind.”]

The host was curled up under the covers, sobbing loudly into his pillow. He didn’t even hear Earl come in..

(( Hello there friend!! ))

He sniffled, nodding. “Th.. Thank you, Earl..” Cecil hid his face in Earl’s shoulder, hugging him tightly, “I don’t know.. What I’d do without you..”

Earl rubbed his back gently.  ”You’d do fine,” he murmured.  ”You’re stronger than you think.  But I’m glad to be here for you anyway.”

Earl had been meaning to pay Emilio a visit for a while, and he'd finally found a good time... but he knocked and knocked at the door, and no one answered, though he could hear clattering and banging from inside. After a minute he tried the door. It was open, so he let himself in and stepped into the kitchen to find Emilio covered in flour, sugar, butter... all kinds of things. He started to laugh.

pens-and-plants:

pens-and-plants:

The cake making thing was harder than he had anticipated. He’s fairly good in the kitchen on a normal day, but today was apparently not Emilio’s day. He suspects the Faceless Old Woman had something to do with this. Surely he’s not this terrible at baking! ”Oh!” Emilio cries, surprised. “Earl!” He smiles at the sight of his friend. “You have to show up now, when I’m too messy to give you a hug!” 

"I’m sure you’re going to be really busy working, so don’t feel obligated." Emilio replies. "No pressure! But wow, sounds like business is really booming!" 

"It is, it’s really a popular place right now.  It keeps me busy, but I like it."

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radiohostwiththemost:

radiohostwiththemost:

[Your muse finds my muse curled up on the bed, crying. Send me a number between 1-35 and I will generate a response. You can send ‘Hush’ for a a randomized response.

26 - “I’m going blind.”]

The host was curled up under the covers, sobbing loudly into his pillow. He didn’t even hear Earl come in..

(( Hello there friend!! ))

He nodded, sniffling and hugging onto Earl tightly, “I v-void, Earl, I don’t want to be alone in the dark!”

Earl knew very well what it was to be alone in the dark, and that ‘void’ sent a little shiver of memory down his spine.  ”You won’t be alone, Cecil,” he murmured into his friend’s hair.  ”I promise.”

"It's quiet out there..." Cecil whispered quietly, pressing a little closer to Earl as he strained his ears, trying to listen for even the slightest sound.

justaradiohost:

incorporearl:

Earl nodded, straining to listen.  There hadn’t been a crash or a a rumble for nearly an hour…

"I’m going to check it out," he whispered, creeping over to the door… and hoping nothing had fallen over it to keep it shut.

"Hmm…" Luna bit her lip a little, slowly looking at the kittens and thinking up a couple names. "Nagisa." She said, pointing to the kitten stretched out on the floor away from the cluster. "Suki." She added, pointing to the littlest one. 

"Hm!  I like those!  Nagisa…  Suki," Earl repeated to try to commit them to memory.

seashellhouse:

I don’t know if my friends understand that they could literally invite me over to sit on their floor and watch a stupid movie. Like I’m really not hard to please, you don’t even have to feed me. Very low maintenance friend right here…I just want to do something that is not at my house okay.

"Earl! Look!Looklooklook!" The blond nearly screeches in his excitement. He holds out a shiny key, grinning oh-so-proudly. "It's a key. A key to my HOUSE! My own house!" (Eh. this will have to do.)

manipulativeepicurean:

incorporearl:

Earl looked up and grinned.  ”Oh yeah?  Where is it?  Can I see?”

Kayl shrugged. 

"Whichever age needs babysitting, I guess! You’re not too picky when you’re desperate, and I happen to adore them whatever their age is," he replied, smiling.
"I mean, how can’t you? They’re so adventurous and curious and unharmed by the tragic realities of existence! Mostly. And of course, they brim with confidence. Children love to show you the amazing things they’ve done." That might as well be Kayl’s favorite thing about talking to children. Busy parents take one look at whatever their kids show and dismiss it. The faces they make when you sit them down on your lap and point out all the wonderful things about what they have done though… It’s more or less magical, and it is so easy to see how much it affects them. Whatever you point out, they take pride in, and put effort into.

Earl smiled.  ”I like that too.  Especially when they’re younger.  It’s… sad to see that by the time they’re old enough for scouts, so many are beginning to stop doing that.  And I think it’s much harder to draw that confidence and enthusiasm back out of them again once it’s been beaten down, but it’s important to try.”

You're little blue haired friend is cute Earl.
Anonymous

…Hm?

Little blue-haired friend…

I can only assume you mean Asellus, unless I’m overlooking someone.

And it’s true, they are.