rock n' roll damnation // o ; weekly task

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    This weekly task was weird. He'd been asked to make a bed, the comfier, the better. And so he had, collecting every bit of fluffy material he could, from scarves to blankets to pillows. He placed it all on a mattress, held in place by a wooden border. Like a bed, but flat and without legs. This had sapped his energy, and the exhausted Paladin trainee yawned as he crouched on the ground. The only thing that hid the dark circles under his eyes was the black make-up that always covered his face.



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    the irony was rich - andykit had spent all of his time making a fairly beautiful bed, only to sink beside it in exhaustion. she hid her small giggles as she nudged the young tom. "you did a good job, andy. don't you think you deserve a rest?" she asked, motioning to the nest he had just made, a small smile on her face.
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    lostboy xx pyrotechnics : she/her : nine months : blizzardclan : head paladin : polysexual panromantic : dating lacelight, probably still having crushes on everyone who's ever been nice to her : pet opossum named joey
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    conjuration : elementals : vampirism
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    physically medium : mentally medium : no kill : pm for capture/injure : attacks in underlined : speaks in bolded #ae81a6

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    "That was the point." Francis cooed, trotting over to stand besides Wisteriapaw. He was slightly crestfallen. So far, the weekly tasks that he'd sent out were met by a reception of disappointment and reluctance. Or at least, the sight of Andykit falling asleep besides his own bed made him disappointed. He studied the bed. It looked too comfy to do any of the things that he wanted. He would probably fall asleep in the middle of it, which was dangerous. But for sleeping, it was first rate.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]It seemed as if Francis had been rather clever, in giving Andy this task. He had likely picked up on the other's lack of sleep, and had wanted them to make a bed, so that it would suggest rest to the other. But.. It didn't seem as if Andy had truly realised. The servaline therefore approached, metaphorical brows knitting gently. "Andy.." She'd murmur, briefly, before leaning forwards, and aiming to pick the younger individual up, and shift her onto the bed. "Tama thinks that you should have some well-deserved rest!"

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    At the mention of the word 'rest', Andy could have swore he had a miniature heart attack. He didn't want to rest, not after the recent onslaught of night terrors and mind-warping dreams. It was terrifying, and he hated it. Maybe he needed sleep medication or something, he didn't know. He rose to his paws in a short-lived surge of strength, his body shaking with the effort of holding his heavy body up. "I'll rest later," he said.



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