{Mammon panicked and clutched at his head. He threw his hood back and grasped at his hair pulling and tugging. He could feel himself being eaten away at again. That disease, those fucking trinsette raysHe breathed heavily and tried to make preparations. He tried to summon up a box to seal himself off from the world again. His concentration wouldn't ( Read more... )

{So after holding out and hoarding his chocolate for weeks Mammon has finally broken down and eaten one.

And now he's wishing he had just kept it sealed forever because he's a baby again and he hates it ( Read more... )

{Mammon was quite excited about being alive long enough to have another birthday. He was hoping that despite their circumstances a certain Prince remembered the occasion.

He went out onto the beach on the morning of his birthday, early with a bottle of strawberry milk, to see if he could find any sand dollars that had washed up.}

{There's a Mammon looking slightly fearful from under his head covering that was suddenly more like a bonnet than a hood. He doesn't like being by himself.

So he'll be wandering through the fog slowly looking for someone he knows.}

Muu....

{He lay in the sand testing his fingers under his cloak. It was abominably hot for a moment before he illusioned a cooler temperature for his body. Unfortunately, it seemed he had not entirely recovered from the revival or something else was going on as the air was not nearly as cold as it should have been. He sat up and found himself rather ( Read more... )