// Rip Chartreuse

"Little sis. Being a brat proves you are immature."

". . . I think she'll agree with me."

". . . I'm almost above Morgan solely because Voldair wants me to keep an eye on her for her."

"As second in command of the Crimson Crew, I say you are too young."

". . . Fine. As the goddess of fate, I say you are too young to."

"Says me. Your sister in law."

"Amber, you're too young to."

". . . I'll talk about it with Morgan. But we also have the Crimson Crew to worry about."

"Why do you even want to have a niece or nephew- like me and Morgan gotta plan these things you know??"

"It takes a lot of my energy to shapeshift into a man"

". . . You do realize I could technically get her pregnant-"

// Yeah. I think the biggest ones I'm worried about are Spamcoffin Jewel and Battat.
Most of my others are pretty decent and fine but those two can get pretty dark. And I make it pretty clear what these accounts have. And yeah I do treat the topics respectfully.

// Ty. . .

I get really nervous about my deltaverse oc's because I use sensitive topics that I've gone through. . . .

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Tears that were threatening to run down her face. She was trying to stay strong for Follet.

". . .I came to check on you. I know. I miss her too."

That was all she could manage to choke out painfully.

Tauriel looked. Worse for the wear to say the least. The strings wrapped around her joints digging into her skin. Her normal smile wasn't there. She couldn't smile. It hurt to smile.

She quietly holds out a hand for Follet to take if she so pleased. Biting back the tears.

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