//ive found most people don't care abt huge absences and personally I kinda like making a silly lore reason why my characters were gone for months at a time
(Lost in the void, on vacation, etc)
Im glad to see you on the timeline whenever ur around
+ I feel like I have a lot to thank her for."
With far more pain and effort than was strictly necessary, the two manage to get Percy up into a sitting position. He leans against the headboard, winded from the effort, and weakly reaches for the water again.
"Nn... this sucks... You said we're in the bakery? That means Cienn's around, right?+
"I... I dunno..." He mumbles, eyes scrunching closed again.
It was difficult to think through the pain. Eventually, human needs win out, and he realizes he doesn't know how much he can actually move.
"Think you can help me sit up? We'll see if standing works after that."
Her statement gets a surprised laugh from him, followed by him flinching at the pain it caused, then tensing further at the added agony the flinch caused. It was almost enough to make him cry.
"Hah... shiiiiiit.... my eyes might be the part of me that feels the best right now..." he mumbles.
+through the whites of his eyes were even more pronounced now as he looked around and blinked against the light.
"Where... am I?"
His head pounded as he sipped at the offered water. The freezing temperature hurt, but it also served to shock some of his systems back into working again.
"Thank... you..."
He lets out a long sigh, seems to relax some, and finally opens his eyes a crack. The tendrils of darkness creeping+
For over a day, he remains in that state between consciousness and non. Finally, some time into the afternoon of the next day, he rouses with a sudden inhale and loud groan of pain.
"Nn... w-water..."
His voice comes out as a rasp, eyes still scrunched closed against the light in the room.
+clear that he was not well, but at least he was still alive.
Another quiet groan. Somewhere through his haze of pain, he hears his name being shouted. One eye cracks open to peer at the two blurry figures before him. Tendrils of darkness could be seen snaking through the whites of his eye before it closes again, and the man loses consciousness.
It was+
Ink-like pools swelled around @insectglaives.bsky.social and he'd have a brief sensation of falling before he'd appear in the spare bedroom of Dark Delights, just an inch above the bed itself. His weapons appeared propped up against the wall off to his left. The room was sparsely decorated, aside
+armor before depositing him in the bed.
He groans weakly but otherwise doesn't stir as Clarice barged into the room. The curse still continued to spread through his body, sapping every bit of his strength.
How long had he laid there in the dirt and rubble while rot ravaged his body? Minutes? Hours? Days?
Time had lost meaning as, one by one, his senses shut down in an effort to block out the pain. He didn't notice as the inky darkness engulfed him and whisked him away, separating the hunter from his+
+
He cackles and leaves the knife behind, both hands returning to his glaive. He holds it at the ready, the vile blood drying and causing his hands to stick to the warm metal.
((Tw: Eye trauma))
Rather than shoot back a scathing remark, the hunter pulls a hunting knife from his belt and plunges it into the iris that taunted him so. Blood spurting from the wound quickly covers both the hunter and the weapon, causing him to lose his grip as he tries to pull away.
+
+the spots from his vision and shake his head to rid his ears of ringing.
Ouch.
The blast sends him up in the air and brings him down in an ungraceful, painful heap. He groans, stunned for a moment by the attack.
"๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ hunter? There's a few people I wouldn't mind getting possessive over me. You ain't one of them."
He struggles to his feet, trying to blink+
+The priority was to move away from the breath attack, but he made some effort not to move any closer towards the burning village
There wasn't much suitable cover outside a small rocky outcrop, which the hunter dives behind and prays
In his head, he had been keeping a timer since the Sundrinker had last used its breath attack, giving him an idea of how long it took to recharge. As the scales began to heat, he suddenly broke into a sprint away from directly beneath the dragon.
This armor was NOT known for its heat resistance.
+
(Snorts)
You're the best, Sunny.
Not really.
Oh, well... get in line, in that case.
I'll still be dying with a smile, I think
95% of my friendships have started over soup
+the front legs of the dragon and tries to avoid being stepped on.
His glaive moves with him in wide, swinging movements, aiming shallow cuts towards the softer skin of connecting tissue between joints.
"Shit-"
Feeling the ground give way beneath his feet, the hunter barely has a chance to leap out of the way the Sundrinker's destruction. Bits of rock and debris strike his armor, but do little to scratch it.
Percy lets out an annoyed hiss. Finding his footing again, he darts between the+
+around as one of the pseudodragons attempts to sneak up on him. The beast is quickly impaled on Percy's glaive and left to writhe and bleed out on the ground.
"Last chance, Sunny. It's almost too late now."
He steels himself against the sounds, though they were likely to appear in his nightmares all the same.
"Yes, actually. I would and I have stopped a hunt by request, provided I can meet them in a middle ground where they stop destroying whatever I'm trying to protect."
He suddenly whirls+
+seen beneath the helm.
"But since we're chatting anyway, would you give up this sun-replacing thing if I asked nicely?"
Worth a shot.