𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

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Lavender Menace

A moniker of adorable eldritch evil.

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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: It Seems To Be The Memory Of Someone Elses Memory.. @abstractcollector And @singularitymanifest the Memories That Cropped Up On Lopam Were Just As Volatile And Unpredictable As The Pools Of Liquid Pyrite That They Appeared In. Given A Million Sweeps Along With The Planet, Casper Could Never Expect To Anticipate The Things That Its Veins Would Lead Him To. All He Could Ever Really Hope For Is The Ability To Roll With Those Punches. Whether It Was A Younger Version Of Himself Staring Back With A Gap-toothed Grin Or A Caelum He Never Got To Meet Curled Up In The Arms Of Lovers Eager To Talk Him Down From A Ptsd Fueled Dream Determined To Steal Sleep From Him In The Middle Of The Day. as Jarring As The Memories That Didn’t Belong To Him Were, He Wouldn’t Exactly Call Them A Shock. The Benjins, Cylions, Mallums, And Thueins, – People He Knew, People From His Own Sessions – Those Memories Made Sense. They Were, After All, Trolls He’d Seen Enough Of Them That Their Own Traumas Were As Familiar To Him As His Own. It Was Always The Glances Into The Lives Of Trolls He Never Met Before, Outside Of The One Timeline, That Tipped His Curiosity Closer Toward The Deep End. Instead Of Watching Reflections Ripple Across The Liquid Facade, He Would Fully Submerge Himself Into The Pool For A More Thorough Experience. all Of That To Say, It Was No Wonder That The Knight Of Mind Found Himself On The Unfamiliar Walk Of A Snow Covered Mountain Top. The Dreamlike Quality Of The Memory Was So Steeped In Longing And Regret, Disguised As Howling Winds Blowing All Around, It Was A Hard Fight For Casper To Keep The Feeling From Working Its Way Into His Bones. There Was No Surprise That The Memory Of A Distant Stranger That Found Him Was Not A Happy One, People Tend To Want To Hold Onto Those. with A Shuddering Sigh, He Steeled Himself, Located Two Pairs Of Footsteps In The Ice Ahead Of Him, And Started To Follow Them Toward A Cave’s Entrance Tucked Just Out Of Sight From The Main Trail. There Would Be No Harm In Letting The Memory Of The Friend Of A Casper He Never Got To Be Played Out. He Could Hold It For Whoever It Belonged To. the Two Trolls Sat In A Corner, Tucked Into Each Other’s Arms, Whispering What Must Have Amounted To Sweet Nothings Into The Privacy Of Their Shelter. It Was Hard Not To Feel Like A Third Wheel, Harder Still To Pretend He Didn’t See The Way One Of Their Hands Was Clenched Into A White Knuckle Fist Behind The Back Of The Other. The Hand Opened, Splayed Out And Flexed For A Moment At The Same Time That The Wind Outside Of The Cave Started To Pick Up. Roaring In Anguish At What Was To Come Next. it Was Under The Cover Of That Howling Wind That The Obviously More Capable Troll Incapacitated Her Partner, A Dull Thwack That Echoed Through The Cave Walls. The Thick Silence That Replaced The Sound Of The Ravenous Wind Was Just As Heavy, Hard To Wade Through. Casper’s Heart Sank Into That Thickness While He Watched The Metal Of A Dagger Glint As It Was Unsheathed. she Broke The Silence First, Because They Always Do, Blade Poised Over The Heart Of Its Best Friend. “well, Cooper, Are You Just Going To Stand There And Watch?” Suddenly She Was Staring At Him, Streaks Of Golden Tears Twinkling In The Light Of The Moon Peeking In. Thick Tears That Kissed The Length Of Its Jawline And Accentuated Its Anguish Perfectly As Droplets Fell Onto Her Felled Moirail. “there Is Nothing I Can Do.” He Choked Out, Caught Between His Own Feelings And Being Put On The Spot, “it Already Happened.” this Time The Chill That Rolled Through The Cave Felt Pointed. Intended For Him. “you Can Give Me What I Came For.” “would That Be Appropriate – Don’t You – I Mean, I Can Pull Us Out. If That’s What You Want.. But. Don’t You Want To Say Goodbye?” He Gestured Fruitlessly To Xanyri’s Unmoving Form. “just As You Said. It Is Not Her.” “it’s Something..” sylink Sucked Her Tongue Against Her Teeth, Annoyance Dominating Over Her Grief As The ‘tch!’ Echoed Off The High Ceilings. “meaningless. Is What It Is.” “are You Sure About This?” “cooper.” with A Sigh And A Roll Of His Shoulders, He Reached A Hand Out To Sylink And Prepared Himself To Pull Her Back Up Onto The Land Of Pyrite And Memories. #mild-violence shocked A Split Memory Has Not Come Up Sooner, Oh Well. Hope You Two Are Alright. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗