Madman

"I'm not doing this," Cian stated. "I will not be toyed with by a madman."

Aw, that was so mean of you, Cian. But that's Cian for you! He's too old to dance around--he'll say whatever he has to say whether it's hurtful or not. He's blunt and honest.
What drove Cian to be mean? WELL YOU COULD READ GRIMMY'S CHAPTERS TO FIND OUT.

Anyway, tried for a more melancholy feel for this one~ I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. I'm especially pleased with our boys' faces. (Which is pretty important since those are pretty much the only things to focus on in this one, nyahah.)

HAVE YOU READ THIS CHAPTER? HAVE YOU?
Doesn't It Bother You? "That was marvelous!"  Mercutio said, laughing as he and Cian appeared in space.

He hadn't had such a rush of adrenaline in such a long time!  It was wonderful to feel alive, truly living, again!  After existing for so long Mercutio had a hard time differentiating life from death.  He knew he wasn't dead, but sometimes when nothing happened for so long, he began to wonder…

"All of the dancing and singing!  Stars if I could sing like that," laughed the jovial space elf.

If Mercutio could sing like the Av'ikir (fun fact: he could, he just didn't) he would fill all of space with their songs.  The silence, while nice, was too much some

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