[Genya had come here for a reason. Shadow Milk Cookie might not be a demon, but he was apparently a threat. It was his duty to investigate, right? Especially after everything Elder Faerie had said. Not that Genya has found anything particularly untoward. Beyond an obnoxiously glittery quill clutched between the fingers of his left hand, things had been... fine?
Until he heard the voice. It was familiar but not, like something he had forgotten. No wonder he had moved toward it, even as his own stomach turns over with nausea. Whose voices had slipped so easily from his mind? He didn't want to know, did he?
But his steps carry him onward all the same. He had a duty to carry out, no matter how tired he was, or how terribly this place had worn down his mind.]
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Date: 2025-11-04 08:04 pm (UTC)Until he heard the voice. It was familiar but not, like something he had forgotten. No wonder he had moved toward it, even as his own stomach turns over with nausea. Whose voices had slipped so easily from his mind? He didn't want to know, did he?
But his steps carry him onward all the same. He had a duty to carry out, no matter how tired he was, or how terribly this place had worn down his mind.]