Simon was surprised at the name, automatically recognizing it. How could he not? He still remembered seeing the god’s statue at Astral’s temple. Back when he got jealous over that sort of thing. He rolled his eyes some at the memory, very harshly judging his past self.
Sy is typing…
Sy: I didn’t know Marcos had any claimed souls. But then again, I guess I really haven’t heard that much about him.
Wren shook his head. There was a lot that went into why he wasn't allowed to be known. He was the cause of many mistakes in their bond. There was a lot of lies and walls put up. And when they fell down…? Everything crashed into smithereens along with them.
Wren is typing...
Wren: Short version is: we got in a fight and he put my soul in stasis. I'm not supposed to be conscious right now.
(:D hello!)
((Ayyyy welcome!))
(Hi :D)
(I'm afraid I'm going to bed super early because I got like 4 hours last night ahaha so I'll reply more tomorrow!)
(Eyyy :D)
(And okay! Yes, sleep is important go get sleep >:0)
Elliot nibbled on his lip again, glancing up to make sure Marcos hadn't decided to appear. He just was having a really hard time with this.
Elliot is typing…
Elliot: Alright, then. Which means I wouldn't be able to find you, yeah?
…Elliot might have meant it sarcastically. Only a little.
Wren scowled at the screen, realizing there were only two ways Elliot would be able to find him: Asking Marcos about it, risking his memories… or Derlik, the god of chaos.
Wren is typing...
Wren: Yes and no… There are two people that would know and… both happen to be gods.
Elliot snorted some.
Elliot is typing…
Elliot: Really I have no intentions of wanting to talk to any god any time soon
Wren couldn't help but laugh as well. But not in a positive way.
Wren is typing...
Wren: Especially when one of the two I mentioned is considered a massive sadist and would probably only tell you after messing with you physically and mentally first.
Elliot paled just a touch at those words.
Elliot is typing…
Elliot: Which one? Asstral or Dicklik?
Wren couldn't help but burst out laughing. Oh, he was definitely calling using 'Dicklik' from now on.
Wren is typing...
Wren: "Dicklik"
Wren: I don't know why I didn't think of that. That's a great nickname for him.
Elliot smiled to himself a bit, glad to see he wasn't the only one who enjoyed the nickname.
Elliot is typing…
Elliot: I spend way too much time thinking of anything to insult the bastard :)
Wren could understand that. He wondered how Derlik would react if he used the insult directly to the god's face. If he killed him, it really wouldn't matter at this point. Marcos somehow was able to keep Derlik in line enough that his soul was never stolen.
Wren is typing...
Wren: Has he come to bother you a lot? I know he's visited you, as he can't seem to stop harassing Claimed in general.
Elliot snorted some. A lot? That was an understatement. The god just loved to try to mess around with him. He was just glad Marcos cared enough to make sure he wasn't killed.
Elliot is typing…
Elliot: Yeah, way too much. Id love to just punch him in the face one of these days to make him leave me alone
((Those nicknames are hilarious))
(Oh, Asstral was an easy one to make honestly)
(But Dicklik had me actually laughing so hard)
The boy rolled his eyes just thinking about the scantily dressed god. There were so many things that caused him mistrust and anger towards Derlik. For one, Kye was still with him. Who knew what horrible state he was in now.
Wren is typing...
Wren: Honestly, seeing as words don't mean anything to him. Promises either.
((Yeah I’d never considered Dicklik lmao))
(Asstral was an easy one. Swim and I call him that all the time ahaha)
((Which is fair, he is an ass))
(I started reading your rp earlier and within seconds I wanted to cry. Poor Simon, someone go give him hugs please)
((omg thank youuuu and yes he needs all of the hugs. Except from Astral, Astral’s no longer allowed within five feet of him))
(All Wren's seen of him is Astral abusing Marcos. It hasn't been him just yet ahaha)
(Derlik however pretty much traumatized him and guilt tripped him for not being dead)
((Oooooof poor Wren))