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[noctuagoetia]

Sender: Stolas
To: Everyone
Subject: One Year Anniversary

Good evening everyone.

I haven't written in my journal for quite sometime. However tonight I'm feeling rather semimetal. It accord to me that this month marks my one year anniversary since being spirited away to this place. I can hardly believe I've been away for so long. I remember when I first arrived how badly I wanted to return. But now I... find myself wanting to stay. During my time here I have met so many wonderful new people, new friends', made beautiful memories that I fear I will lose when I eventually am forced to return.

I did return. Briefly.

Such an odd feeling. Waking up here as if my true home was the dreamworld. I am grateful that my memories of this place did not fade during my little vacation back to Hell. Which brings me to my query. Has anyone else experienced this? I am curious on how memories are stored while we're here. Perhaps there might be a way to retrain them once we leave.

Or, that is the hope at least.

Comments

[helluvaboss]

[The imp let Stolas push him away and retrieve his talons, all gross and slobbered on. Looking proud of himself, Blitzø took Stolas by the wrist and wiggled it.]

I spit on it. Now this hand is mine. I'm gonna use it for signing my name all fancy.

[noctuagoetia]

[Stolas chuckled softly to himself as he peered up at the imp with a gentle expression.]

If you wanted my hand, all you had to do was ask~ I would have offered it willingly.

But since you claim ownership, you better take responsibility for it.

[helluvaboss]

I'll have you know, I am VERY responsible.

[Stolas is getting all soft...... but Blitzø is still in the mood to make the owl laugh. He liked Stolas' laugh.

Grabbing Stolas' hand in both of his, he made the fingers into a 'mouth' and made it 'chomp'.]

Little guy's hungry. Whaddya feed him? Better hurry so I can get 'em breakfast.

[noctuagoetia]

[Stolas’ head fell back into the down pillow as a hoot hummed in his chest. It should be against the law to be this cute. He wanted to wipe away the tears that beaded at the corners of his eyes but they were currently indisposed.]

Now we can't have that. What do they want to eat?

[helluvaboss]

Well? What's for breakfast, little buddy?

[He puppetted the hand to 'talk', silently. He moved his head closer, tilting it to "hear" better.]

What's that? You want cookie dough? It's to early for cookie dough! How about waffles? We can put chocolate chips on 'em.

[He then makes the hand flop to 'nod'.]