Written Out

White Wings Black Wings

Alter snorted as a crash was heard, followed by I'm an okay.

The last seven months had been... trying, growing wings could get rather painful apparently even with Sci trying to help. Sci had been shocked, as even the children of birdtale had spent months in pain like Goth had.

Apparently poor Goth had been missing a key energy which made it worse, likely needed from there birth parents. His hands clenched angrily, he wanted to punch his child's bio parents for abandoning such a wonderful child.

Laughter was heard, he peered out the window watching as Goth jump into a pile of leaves that they'd been raking up earlier.

There joy and happiness was a wonderful thing, specially after just how tough it had been lately.

At least Goth had finally stopped asking if Karma would visit again, it was soulbreaking but.. there had been something off about Karma's guardian. He worried about the child, and hoped they were okay.

Thunder rumbled, peering up he saw a rather dark cloud rumbling into the area and the wind was picking up.

He opened the window, no reason to run to the door to call them.

"Time to come in Goth, bad weathers about to start!" Alter called, Goth paused in his leaf jumping and peered at the sky. His white wings fluttered a bit as he started, then he picked up his few toys and came inside.

"Wish that wasn't coming in," Goth said as he pulled off his fall jacket as Alter closed the window.

"Looks like you had fun," Alter said pulling a few leaves out of Goths feathers, he got a giggle in return.

"I did, want to have all the fun I can before we get snow," Goth chirped.

"Looks like we're getting that snow now," he responded.

"Noo..." Goth cried, there were so many leaves still to jump into.

"If its the right type of snow, you could make snowmen if there is enough," Alter grinned, watching small snowflakes quickly invade the air outside.

"Snowmen..." Goth said in interest, pausing in his dramatic leaf mourning.

"That's right"

"I'll make the best snowman ever!" Goth announced, then ran to his room to design in.

Alter hoped everything continued to go well.

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Mara scoffed as he walked away from the burning house for the last time, it had been good while it lasted. He brushed ashes off his black wings, a plus of this face.

Then the Damn Genos determination broke through the facade, screaming in horror realizing an imposter wearing the face as there child. And that broke the facade over Reaper, well if they survived they'd not find the real Goth.

He'd thrown them into the void.

His toy Vanitas appeared beside him, awaiting orders.

"Find them, somehow that child is connected to the jewel," he ordered, Vanitas bowed his head and vanished.

He'd keep this face for now, he had no urge to steal another at the moment.