Private Roleplay i'm a man, i'm a twisted fool

The Big-Fucking-Rock turned out to be just ever-so-slightly harder to find than Calyx had imagined. Well ... to be fair, he hadn't really imagined much of anything ... other than a grand adventure, of course! So he supposed he was right on the right track — just as anticipated.

Just as planned —
After all, you couldn't be late if you didn't have a deadline.

A wide, eerie grin spread across his dark lips, eyes fizzling in and out of focus as his pupils contracted and expanded. The darkness of the End-of-Times consumed everything, but the Big-Fucking-Rock finally revealed itself from behind a blanket of dark mist. It was impressive, he thought, golden eyes flicking upward as he eyed the way the pointed tips of granite challenged the dark sky.

He'd caught Briar 's scent some distance back, and it had subconsciously lured him forward.

Swaying steps led him forward until he steadied to a halt, talking a moment to place his purse on the ground and stretch each of his limbs with exaggerated care. A soft, pleasant hum escaped his lips as the warmth of his high spread throughout his entire body.

This, he supposed, was where Briar said they would live.

It was as big a rock as any.

Now, where, oh where, would he put his house!

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