AMALTHEA

[soulping]

[The room you step into looks like it could be a miniature ballroom, complete with stained glass windows and vast, ornate mirrors.

Your team's column is set into one wall, easily accessible but as impregnable as ever. One of the mirrors may prove almost as interesting, if you can tear your eyes away from your trapped teammate. Through it, you are somehow able to see every other team's column and what is inside, though nothing beyond that.

The floor beneath your feet polished, patterned wood, inlaid with the pattern of a grand sundial in your team's colors. In the center of the pattern stands a pedestal, upon which sits a collection of colorful glass ornaments. It looks like there's room for other items, but there's nothing else to be found just yet . . . ]

Comments

[unlocksmith]

Mouth?

Ears, nose, and hands might be kinda hard.

[doublefangs]

Y-Yeah. Mouth is fine.

[unlocksmith]

All right. Hold still.

[he tries to be gentle but. . . yes, sewing someone's mouth shut is definitely painful]

[doublefangs]

[ only flinches when the needle first goes in, his fist curled so tight his fingernails are digging into his palm ]

[unlocksmith]

[trying to work quickly too, at least]

[doublefangs]

[ crying a little but w/e like that's new... ]

[unlocksmith]

[IDK HOW TO DEAL WITH CRYING. . .]

[finishing up, cutting the excess thread away]

There.

[doublefangs]

[ THROW CANS AT HIM THAT SOUNDS LEGIT RIGHT ]

[ the idea of smiling hurts a little too much so don't mind as he bows his head a few times in thanks, bro ]

[ this is so fucked up ]