The tale of snow and sun

The rescue

Today Jimmy planed to talk to Sausage no matter what. He had sent him a letter, and Sausage did reply saying he could come over. So that's what he was planning to do.

He woke up with less than high hopes. Sausage wasn't that much of an agreeing person, at least from what he's seen. Sausage has an assassins guild, for crying out loud. He wasn't a very peaceful person.

All Jimmy wanted to do was talk about their borders; to discuss things. Right now, their border was a giant craven. It's quite the annoying craven, especially for my people. And it really was. Its existence is childish, instead of talking Lord Sausage just went ahead and blowed the area up. "We realy do just need at least a bridge."

Jimmy got up early and was getting ready, he showed already. Picking out some of his best, most presentable clothes. With a green, button-up shirt, brown pants, black, sturdy boots, and classic Cod empire accessories. He wore a blue flower crown on his head, underneath the Codfather head. He even did his hair, though he didn't need to, no one would see it.

He looked in the mirror, eyeing his outfit up and down, making sure everything was perfect. He put the Codfather head on, completing the outfit. "I just hope I come out of there alive..." he said to himself.

He took his Codfather head off, and headed to his kitchen. He was fidgeting with the fishing net around his waist as he made breakfast. A simple bowl and cereal and milk. Nothing too much, Jimmy didn't think he'd have the stomach for it. Not today.

He sighed, barely touching his food. Too focused on today's plans, on what he'd say. It was stressful, to say the least.

I have to stop stalling.

And with that, Jimmy was out the door. His Codfather head firmly on his head, covering the extreme nerves on his face.

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Scott was going insane. He's been missing for...he has no clue how long; unable to tell time. He's been moved back to the other cell, the first one. Gem won't speak. He knows she there, he knows she alive, that's all the matters to him.

The cel he was in was covered in snow and ice. When Sausage or Joey would come down here they would complain about how cold it was. Scott didn't feel anything.

Along with his insanity, he was getting slowly worried for his own physical health. Blue and purple fingers could not be a good sign, he also didn't know when he last had an actual good, nice, fresh meal. He doesn't know when he last had clean water.

He was often curled up in the ball, leaning against the wall the two cells shared, straining his ear to try and listen to Gem's shallow breathing. "...Gem, are you-are you awake...?" He asked.

Nothing.

Small, more tears started to escape from his eyes. They froze as soon as the left his face. This isn't me, this isn't who I am. Scott thought to himself.

Scott; a cold but kind ruler. He is strong, strict, caring, confident, intelligent, and rude. He is respected, known, feared, loved. One of the best kings Rivendell has ever had. Scott his many things. Not this.

Scott is strong and cold, but can be caring and kind. He is honest and blunt. He knows what he wants and gets it. He isn't some defenseless elf. He isn't someone who needs to be saved. He doesn't need help.

But I sure wish I had some right now.

They can't keep him here forever...can they? Scott coved himself with his wings. Hiding his face and protecting his body. Just incase someone comes down here, he's prepared. Though I know they don't care, they'll just target my wings.