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A sea based song for a fire god? Sounds good enough to me! {inthelittlewood}

Inthelittlewood/rendog
3rd life
Lamplight!.
Based on a different fic series

(eventually will turn into song based fic song being: bones in the ocean by the longest jhons)

Martyn has been walking through the forest for a while now, the staff holding his gods lantern strewn over his back swinging gently as its jostled by his steps which walk like Martyn has a plan, each step seeming determined but he's pretty sure he's been walking in a sort of circle for the past minute, the trees are full of leaves, the canopy above him thick, letting little to no sunlight through from above, he's pretty sure something is wrong here as Martyn has seen that fallen tree with those mushrooms at least three times, the fire in the lamp sparks in supposed exasperation as they meet the log again, Martyn chuckles to himself resting his weight onto one leg the opposite hand resting on the crook of his hip the other scratching his head in false confusion.

"I'm pretty sure I've seen this log like five times now" the god in the lamp brightens, which is noticeable as the shadows on the ground from the thick canopy become smaller around him "yeah, is this what you've been sparking at for the past 30 minutes? That we have been going in loops?" the fire that turned into the natural state burns brighter again a few sparks bounce against the lanterns glass, if the god currently had a form Martyn believes he would be throwing his hands up in exasperation and frustration, Martyn chuckles as he shifts his weight to the other foot and he grabs the staff which rests off his back, nearly hitting his head with the lantern part as he takes the staff and angles it so he's looking into the lantern "no don't start that -" Martyn smirks and he's pretty sure if the god had a face he would be smirking back with a 'don't start what?' look on his face

"you know it's not my fault your flame isn't as noticeable during the day!" with that the flame dims "oh you know i didn't mean it like that! Don't start pouting!" martyn chuckles and taps the glass with his knuckle the flame of his god brightens up for a split second before dimming again "don't be upset at me milord! Come on! At this point I don't even remember what we are pouting at!"

the flame brightens to his neutral 'I'm upset at the fact that for starters we've been going in a loop for 30 minutes or so and the fact that you were insisting that I was about to start something, I wasn't but now I am!' the god talks to himself as his paladin cannot hear him but the sparse sparks that shoot off him hopefully gets his point across, it does

"your starting this because I said not to arnt you?, I know you too well! -" Martyn laughs at the fires antics, as he sets the staff to rest against the log, the lantern sways at the movement until it finds a place to settle, Martyn tests the logs wood to see if it's rotten, rapping his knuckles against the bark, a ever so slightly hallow sound is heard back  he sets his palm on the wood pushing down, there's no give but it's not sturdy to sit on, if tried Martyn would be sure to either break a hole in the log and get his ass stuck in it like a fool from a silly old cartoon and or break a small hole and get covered in insects, both options are not amazing to he decides to just sit on the grass and lean his back against it, the lantern, the way its resting nearly sits level with the top of his head with how both are resting against the log.

"I'm not even sure where I am at the moment to be honest" Martyn looks up to see the bottom of the lantern, he can't see the flame so he can't tell what brightness it is so he continues to talk to himself "I think we're somewhere near the fairyfort or maybe the southlands" Martyn stares out into the dense forest Infront of him, the trees and bushes sway gently but no critter makes a move nor sound, other than the gentle sway of the greenery nothing moves in the forest, Martyn is sure things are moving but not things he can see, or can be bothered looking for, "this forest gives off dream like vibes huh? .. Like  whatever is happening here is a dream and I'll wake up in a inn somewhere by grain shoving me off the cot onto the floor, bigB being a early riser already downstairs getting breakfast, Jimmy in the bathroom taking his sweet sweet time in getting ready " Martyn chuckles as the fake scenario he's created, a cocktail of feelings wash over him, ones from the past and ones from the present, ones he wished to never experience again and ones he wishes he could have felt in a better time, but one sticks close, greif, he grieves for what he's lost already and for what he may lose in the near or far future, for the friends he gained and lost, for the brother figures he's lost,grain,jimmy BigB..