Skylord-Rosie

    Honeydew was ready for bed again by the time they got home, and he made it very clear as he walked in and told Xephos to not make one bloody sound while he worked on fixing the sorting system so he could rest.    “Rest? Rest! Dew, you just got up!” Xephos responded, astonished by his friend’s laziness.    “Shut up,” mumbled Honeydew. The poor dwarf’s head felt like it was splitting in two with the pain, and he thought he might just pass out there on the floor if this kept up. It was so similar to his nightmare… His pain was not quite as intense at the current moment, no, but it was slow, constan

    Xephos had only ever heard Honeydew scream like he just had once before. It was a long time ago, during a fight that had almost taken Xephos' life... It was a sound Xephos would never forget. Through that one sound alone, the spaceman felt every one of the dwarf's emotions rattle through his own body as the screeching pierced his ears. Xephos remembered the scene vividly... Honeydew was being held back and overwhelmed by his minions while Xephos fought the pale bastard himself. He remembered his blood red eyes staring into his own dark blue ones as he'd been forced down. Xephos was trying so hard to defend himself, to block the blow, but

            When Honeydew woke up the morning after nearly killing his best friend, he was screaming one word:            “XEPHOS?!”            The spaceman, who had been asleep in a seat beside him with his feet kicked up on another chair and having stayed by the dwarf all night, came to with a yelp and fell out of his seat. He scrambled to his feet with panic on his face, even grabbing the hilt of his blade before he got his bearings and saw his terrified friend.            “Honeydew?” he started, the poor ginger looking like a little child as he gazed upon Xephos with his wide, black, fear filled eyes. Sighing

            Falling. He was falling.            WAKE UP.            Xephos remembered the last time he felt this sensation. He remembered seeing stars, then flying rock, ripped metal, flames, flashing warning lights… His ship, he soon named. But this wasn’t his spaceship, and he wasn’t crashing. No, this was years later, this was Minecraftia, and thankfully he realized this before he hit the ground.            Xephos opened his eyes, thankful Lalna’s castle was on such a high hill, that having given him the few seconds he needed to wake. Quickly the spaceman activated his ring and landed, tumbling a bit but other