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Looping Til' It's Right (Penelope & Erythreus)

✧ Looping Til' It's Right ✧

Some time had passed since Penelope's adventure with Bexley, during which they had helped Ery find his way back to his domain, allowing Crane to rest and forcing Bexley to confront her own journey toward healing. With the excitement behind her, Penelope returned to her solitary life, dedicating herself to the task of keeping The Archive Hall safe and meticulously documenting magical items and their uses. It was a life filled with potential danger, yet it was essential for the stability of Ailward and future magical users.

Since that day, she had received several intriguing packages from the local museum, all labeled as unknown magical objects. As she opened one box, a strange twist of metal tumbled out, glinting in the dim light. Pulling her hair to the side, she grabbed her notepad and began to jot down the object's appearance, along with the date and time. It was vital to record everything in case something unusual occurred during her testing. After a few moments of experimentation, she discovered that it was a device intended to trap small to medium animals. Satisfied with her findings, she meticulously noted its purpose before moving on to the next box.

Hours passed as she delved into the contents of the various packages, her focus unwavering until she reached the final box. As she opened it, a gentle yawn escaped her lips, and in response, the Archives Hall conjured a steaming cup of coffee. "Thank you," she murmured softly, wrapping her fingers around the warm mug and savoring the rich aroma. She slid into one of the many chairs surrounding the oversized table, which was cluttered with her notes and magical items. With a contented sigh, she prepared to examine the last item when she heard the familiar sound of the door creaking open.

"Well, well, what brings the Angel of Death to my never-ending hall?" she greeted with an easy smile, but her expression quickly shifted to concern as she sensed something was amiss. "Is the gateway still open?" Setting her mug down with a soft thud, she moved toward him, holding the magical item—a coin engraved with an intricate hourglass design—like a lifeline.

Her heart raced as she awaited his response, the weight of the moment pressing on her. The atmosphere in the Archives shifted, charged with an unspoken tension. Penelope studied his face, searching for any signs of distress or urgency. She was ready to spring into action, her mind racing with possibilities of what could have gone wrong.

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Ailward AspectPermalink Reply by ✓ Erythreus Aliward yesterday

Things were flying around the aspects of deaths room creating an even bigger mess then before. Ery wasn’t exactly known to be tidy. He mostly slept during the day and drank during the night. The guards sent in people to clean empty bottles and do laundry every now and then but it didn’t take long before the sloppy aspects room was a new mess. However lately there had been slight change. The broody male hadn´t been quite as self isolating. He still drank more than recommended and curled up in his room morning lost loves but every now and then he left his room and interacted with the rest of the world. The aspect of death had also started to guide the souls back. After they had fixed the veil keeping the souls from Earth and returning Crane.

”Where the hell is it?” Erythreus grunted as continued to throw his belongings all over the room creating a big pile of clothes and stuff. ”Aureus!!! Have you seen my ring?” He asked his brother the boss of the household. He described where he had seen it last, in a box in a drawer and got the reply that it had probably been donated to charity during the clean up. Another grunt filled the aliward maner as Erythreus heard this and a row of curse words. The now furious aspect stormed out of the manner without further explanation, leaving the rest of the faction wondering what had made the death ruler lose it once again.

Ery jumped on his motorcycle and drove off without any clear destination, still seeing red unable to think clearly. It was uncharacteristic of him to care for objects. Over the years he had learned that material things didn’t matter much it was easily replace. His staff was the only thing he really needed. The lost ring had been laying in a drawer for months so it wasn’t something the aspect wore daily. It wasn’t a family heirloom or made out of gold. It carried some of Erythreus’s memories. His best and worst decisions, his greatest and most hurtful moments. In the wrong hands it could hurt the balance of the supernatural world so he really needed it back, but how? Had the person taken it realized its value or was it in some kind of charity store somewhere around the world?

His mind spun as he guided the motorcycle around the woods the wind pulling his clothes and the roaring from the engine echoing in the silent night. His fury had eased making it easier to think. He recalled why he had made someone transfer the memories into the ring. A foolish idiotic thing he realized now. He’d done it during one of his darkest days. After another heartbreak when it felt like the earth was on his shoulders and he couldn’t bear all the hurt, all bad decisions with the celestials. Erythreus had been with many women but only a handful had meant something and none of them had been his to keep. Pictures of the women the aspect of death had seen a future with started to project before his eyes. Then his mind wandered to a woman he just meet. Another kind cheerful blonde maybe the answer to his problem. He turned the bike around and steered towards the archives.

”Hello to you too” Erythreus greeted her answering her smile. ”Whoa there Elope the world isn’t crashing at least not yet” He chuckled, calming her being that her mind had already started spinning. ”I need help finding a magic object” he admitted hoping she had time to help him.