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Hey folks. PSA for you. Name's Lup, I own Affurgato. Congrats to those who've already met my fabulous self.

As a heads up: I'm a lich. Other terms include: undead, corpse-walker, monster, abomination. Someone screamed "The Raven's Misfortune" at me once and I thought that was delightfully poetic.

If you have a problem with this, you can eat my entire ass. If you want to BRING your problem to me, I'll be happy to set YOUR ass on fire.

Now, are there any deeply personal details I ought to know about you in order for us to be friends? Apparently I have trust issues and aren't accustomed to mortal cultural norms.

that's all, have a great day or whatever

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[Lup finds herself laughing a bit, lifting a hand to brush over her eye.]

Gods... that's so poetically cheesy. It's very you, you know that? Don't make me laugh...

[She laughs so she won't cry. It's good... it's so good to not be alone, here. It's the reason she'll be okay, and she knows it even if she can recognize the upcoming pangs of that familiar old loneliness in her future. She'll endure, because she hasn't lost what truly does still matter. Her family's here.]

[ At Lup's laugh, she can't help a small flutter of laughter herself. To be the person she was in this moment... to be able to be there for Lup and for them both to be mutually grateful for it. Felt pretty good, despite the hurt that led to this in the first place. How could she not be sentimental? ]

I meant every word. That is what you are signed up for.

I could say the same to you, you know. We could both make a list of grievances if we really thought about it.

[There's certainly no regret in her eyes as she says it, though.]

We could. I distinctly recall a time where you wished to cancel several months of the year...

[ And now they were here, in the wake of the latest insult. And what had happened before then... the scars that would be waiting were she ever to be sent away. Her ears give a slight flutter for it. ]

For all of it, though... we are here.

Mm... yeah, you are.

[Trust Honerva to not always let her get away with dismissing things. It would be annoying if it wasn't so... weirdly dependable.

She's not going to cry, though. She's fine.]

Will you be okay? I know it's hard enough making friends as it is.

It can be.

[ Lup's shifting focus with her query, she can tell... but Honerva well knows Lup appreciates honesty, even if she must be honest with herself. The road to new friends was bumpy, that slow road to trusting and understanding and all she carried that might yet cost her anyone else but Lup or even Pyra, as much as the latter would accept anyone, or so it seemed. ]

Were he in the room, it would be harder to... avoid those eyes, and what they stir. And yet, all the while, all these months... I have been faced with the unimaginable, and those eyes were not here. But you are here. I have to be okay, because... you are my daughter and that is what matters.

[....ah. Well.

If there was ever a definitive answer, that'd be it, huh.

Lup is quiet for a long moment afterwards, mulling over what to do, what to say, how to react. It wouldn't be out of character for she or her brother to laugh it off, play it down, shrug because people always leave and words are meaningless anyway- what's mattered is actions, those who decide to stay and endure their whimsical and often irritating personalities.

But she's family. She's been family for a long time now, and it's something they all chose. This is nothing new, just... a new name for a reality they already know. So Lup quietly, carefully curls up a little closer, exhaling a breath.]

You're okay... with that?

[She'd lost her son. Hell, she'd just recently had an experience that reopened those old wounds. It's less about Lup questioning her and more about wanting to be respectful about a powerful loss she'd already given up on when she agreed to join them on Faerun instead of going home.]

I am, although I hope that you do not find it too... presumptuous of me to say.

[ Lup sits closer, actions louder, her response not a rejection but an honest question, which is fair. Entirely fair. The enormity of it was there, as vague as they'd all kept it to protect themselves from roles, from any expectation or disappointment.

But the time here... had been something of a trial of all that. Especially with all Honerva had been through and had already lost, all that she could not yet properly honor or come to terms with, but this bond was separate; a long-held sentiment, brought to bear by the moment, she would never say something like that so lightly. It is perhaps because of all of that, that she could say it now. She shifts, adjusting so Lup's curl can be more comfortable. ]

... we are already family. And this... is a feeling I had had for some time now. Whenever you draw me out of the dark, and reveal to me how things are. Whenever I see you hurting, and want nothing more than to help you not bear that pain alone, even if I do not always succeed. When you came into my life, you... you changed everything.

It's not...

[She purses her lips, not entirely sure what to say. Maybe it is a little presumptuous, but it isn't the sort of thing one might ask to do, either. It just sort of... happens. Found family is called that for a reason- it's found, not hand-picked for any particular need or want. She certainly hadn't gone looking for this, and yet here it is, undeniable and, if pressed, welcome. To accept a title, officially and verbally... it's not that much of a step in that direction, not really. And if Honerva accepts it - the one who might understandably have more cause to reject the notion, after all the family-related hurt she's endured - what cause does Lup have? She's no stranger to this. Lucy and Magnus are her siblings, Dav is almost like a father, Merle is the weird uncle-brother everyone sighs at, Barry is her husband in every way except the legal sense. And she'll always have Taako, always and always forever. Her family hasn't been small for a hundred years, even when they all forgot her, even when she was lost and alone. Their hearts remembered, deep down, just awaiting a reminder.

Her heart remembers this. Feels it. So she sighs, softly, and closes her eyes.]

Fair warning, I don't know what it means to have one.

[A mom, that is.]

... I know.

[ It was almost humorous in its own right, had Honerva's situation not been so dire, when they'd first met. A hot mess. Her heart would always bear that ache, of the shunning her son had given her once she was able to acknowledge him, let alone the fact that she had been denied... his existence and her own, for all that time. Hundreds of centuries, to not know herself, to not have been able to love, save for what had been twisted in devotion and servitude to a man who had forgotten how to love.

And for her son, he had preferred to think of the mother he'd dreamed up as dead, because the reality was so much worse. Her simply being alive was not enough, because it could not change the pain he had experienced for centuries, had she a but a shred of the instincts and emotions that ever consumed her now. And yet... if he would but continue to live. If she could grant him this peace from her and have him yet survive...

A choice, a gamble, with unfathomable odds, as much as the wounds seared.

Yet for all of her pain, Lup had proven to her that there was still room in her heart for others, that she need not be so consumed by failure, and that learning was still full of possibility. ]

We've already shed any traditional expectation, Lup. You guide me far more than I ever could you. But... I am glad to have said it.

[There are so many layers of complexity to their relationship by now, one built on top of another. How long had it been? Almost two years, now? It must be getting close. Dates so often feel inconsequential to her, after living so long and experiencing so much of the universe at large- so much of life itself. Easy to forget one day to another as the decades blur, as a year turns into a hundred.

A day like this, though... even if it started out painful, this is still a day to remember.]

Yeah... yeah, me too. I'm glad you said it, too.

[ With that way that centuries blur, and with all that she had experienced, tugged here, from one universe to the next... the way their souls had spoke they might as well have known one another for as long. Even a single day of talking could shift through years of never knowing how to relate to someone else. Never knowing that she could. Until she could.

For Lup to have said it, she was grateful, too... even if the chance of it being otherwise were there, there was so much power in acceptance, the warmth that radiated from it, the... relief, that she hadn't been too much or not enough. ]

Are you? I'm... glad you've said that.

Yep. Sounds like it's business as usual for this house.

[She indulges for a few moments longer, curled up and quiet, until at last she stretches her legs out.]

Well... that's enough of being pathetic about men. Shall we get back to work? I'd like to finish at least one side today.

... Indeed.

[ As good as it feels to simply indulge in this comfort of the moment, she also knows all too well the desire to get back to work. All the better to do it with clearer minds and hearts. Building this foundation together. ]

There is still much to do, but I have a good feeling about what we'll accomplish today.

Well then...

[With some reluctance she draws away, getting to her feet, and offers her hand out to Honerva to help her up.]

Let's get started, shall we?

[As always, life moves forward. This is no different than any other experience- at least, it'll feel that way in time.]

[ Lup's hand is there, and as she has done so many times by now, Honerva takes it, for the lifeline it is and the one it continues to be.

Time might indeed still move forward, but better for them to be moving along with it instead of getting caught otherwise. The pain would always be real, but what they could do in this moment...

The metaphors were many, but the sentiment was stronger. They were learning, and healing, and building something new. ]

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