Event Fifteen.

[awashmods]

pricking fingertips on memory, leaving things unsaid she drifts amidst the holly for the love of you, or me.

t seems like just another day in this place. It's chilly, but not miserable, and there's a bit of holiday cheer in the form of a few of those trees people have managed to decorate. Of course...there's also the shades, but who cares about those? They wander, drifting too and fro, following their usual, typical lives as if they have no idea that they're not longer alive, no longer in their own proper home. They walk over the frozen lake in Flavo as if it's not even there, open doors that no longer exist, and settle into rooms that are nothing but rubble. They're living in a past that only they can see, but perhaps you can see a bit more from watching them? Only... maybe don't spend too much time with them, lest you start seeming too much like a ghost yourself. Welcome to Awash's fifteenth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs and posts for this event! If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[pyrafect]

Well, even if it does, [ And it won't because this is all joking around. ] I'd be the one to protect you instead.

[ How do you like them apples? ]

[lacrimose]

Are you good at fighting off torches and pitchforks?

[...Is she good at fighting, period? He's never even thought to ask, come to think of it.]

[pyrafect]

[ Here, she's going to toss the cutting knife up into the air before catching it neatly. She twirls it over her fingers, showing off a little. And hinting that, yes, she knows how to fight. ]

Oh, my, torches and pitchforks? How scary. [ Sassy Pyra is best Pyra. ]

[lacrimose]

[Akira watches, slightly open-mouthed. He had some idea Pyra isn't exactly normal from the way she followed him into the frozen lake that one time, but that kind of skill and dexterity with a knife can't have come from nowhere, either.]

I'll remember not to get on your bad side.

[pyrafect]

[ She laughs, setting down the knife.

And, then, even if she's smiling, she speaks a little more soberly: ] No pitchforks are going to harm someone I care about... I promise.

[lacrimose]

[There's that serious streak again... It seems like it's impossible to distract her from it for long.]

It's okay, Pyra. I was just kidding around.

[He's touched to hear that she cares about him, but he also doesn't want her worrying without cause.]