forum True Lab of His True Intention (O/O) (Rated M)

Started January 06, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Hm…" Sage bit a nail. "Let's think: You won't tell me what those monster things are. It too dark for comfort out there…so uh, what can we do in here?"

Werry frowned. “The darkness nor my monsters will hurt you. You should not be afraid of them.”

"If I shouldn't be afraid of them….then why do you call them monsters?" Sage whispered. Her eyes were still on her nails.

“Well, I don’t, but studies show if you share a name with someone of something that scares the latter, it makes them feel better.” Werry grinned lightly.

"It doesn't." She disagreed with a shake of her head. "At least not now." With a sigh, she ran a hand through her ginger hair. "I guess it doesn't really matter to you. The word monster had gain sympathy over the years. As humans darken in less bizarre and unusual ways…..maybe monsters are the least of our worries…sometimes even our friends."

Werry hummed softly in agreement and looked at his hands. “I’ll have to say I agree. It’s sad that I can, just to see and look at how bad it has gotten.”

Sage pulled the blanket she used over her lap and played with lose threads. "I guess it makes sense to stay down here then…"

Werry swallowed lightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Yeah. It might eh… seem that way.”

"Hm." Was all Sage offered. A small pile of strands of thread formed beside her.

Werry glanced over and frowned lightly. He liked the quilt that she was tearing apart. It was quite disappointing to see it wither away.

Sage's eyes were cloudy as she unraveled the quilt. It happened so every strand she took, more appeared. The pile grew and grew till a sizable square was missing from the quilt. Her hands shook as she set the quilt down.

Werry chewed on his lips, searching her face the best he could at his angle.
“Sage?” He finally asked softly, leaning forward a smidge.

She jumped slightly. "Y-yes?" Blinking to clear her sight, she looked to Werry. "Yes? I'm Sage."

Werry’s brow wrinkled lightly in concern. “I know you are. Are you okay?”

Sage smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I'm fine- Oh!" Her eyes were on the unraveled quilt. She looked at the pile she'd made and then to Werry. "Oh, I'm sorry…I did that…."

Werry still looked concerned and somewhat upset for her. “Are you sure? And it’s quite alright.” He sighed softly. “I’ll have to get Violet to sew that back up.”

Sage didn't answer. She stood and shamefully folded the quilt, placing on Werry's desk, followed by the pile of thread. "I'm sorry…" She repeated.

Werry waved his hand gently. “It’s okay. It can be fixed in a blink.

With a shrug, she sat down on the bed once more. She pulled her knees up to her chest and sat silently.

Werry furrowed his brow again in worry. “Are… are you alright? Do you want more food?”

Sage shook her head and looked to Werry. "I'm just bored….it's fine."

Werry nervously curled his fingers up into his palms. “Oh. Well.. um… I don’t really have any boredom busters.”

"Then what do you do down here?" She asked looking about. "Got any books to read?"

“Well I… knit. And I hang out with my monsters.” He looked down at the floor.

Sage snorted. "Stars above, your life is boring, Werry." She bit her nail. "And to think you've been down here for 10 years…"