 08:40:56 Bee| Ven... I am so sorry to tell you but... the throne has been claimed already |
08:40:33 Myth/Crowley/Grinch 08:39:35 Ceci / (Call me) AL| Ven, I thought you were the wealthy widow of the late king of HEElandia? |
08:38:39 Ceci / (Call me) AL 08:37:50 Ven| Hello. I am a wealthy prince of HEE and have much money in the bank. It can all be yours if you send me a sum of 5 million EBs to process payment. Thank you. |
08:36:40 Bee| (sorry I refreshed. Didn't mean to send it twice) |
08:36:13 Bee| oh- pay another stable xD neverminddd |
08:36:01 Bee| Guys- how do I send someone EB if I do not have premium? I want to pay someone for premium but it keeps sending me to my settings? |
08:33:48 Arm| I'm going to get killed by my own dog. -_- |
08:27:39 Iris| Lol sounds to complicated I give up :P |
08:27:13 Willow ~ KNN Breeder| oh, nice. I got 35k back from shows! |
08:26:09 Ven| You can save and use the site's winter background but only for work used on HEE and it must be credited |
08:24:09 Iris| When making a palette is there a way to make the background winter? |
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She glanced at him, offering a small smile as his hand rested briefly on her arm, though it quickly faded as she shook her head, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "I know, Sage," she murmured softly. She could feel the warmth of his concern, the sincerity in his eyes, but she couldn’t quite believe it. She couldn’t believe he truly cared. His family should be his priority, and he was nearly a stranger to her now. She wondered if the only reason he kept coming around was because he felt he owed her something. After all, she'd taken him in. Without her, he wouldn’t even be alive, she was certain of it. "I don’t know how I’m going to manage without my mother," she whispered, her voice heavy with resignation. |
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Sage let out a soft sigh in response to the girls comments, nodding along. It would be hard without her mother...he knew how much she relied on her. Loved her. "I know," he noted softly, squeezing her arm gently. "But everything will wind up working out," he noted simply. "I won't tell you it'll be easy, but it's certainly not worth giving up the good things because the bad things happen," he added with a small smile. "I can tell you from experience giving up isn't all it's cracked out to be," he snorted. |
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Anya looked up at him after a moment, the light squeeze on her arm enough to make her roll her eyes. She hadn't meant to - but he just seemed to be trying to comfort someone he didn't fully understand. Saying not to give up? "Yeah, no shit Sage," she muttered. She didn't even have that choice. If she did give up, it would be a selfish choice. She didn't even really have anything good to give up. She pulled back for a moment, flopping back on her bed with her hand over her face. It seemed so hopeless. She could run a kingdom, but god she was going to be miserable. There just didn't seem to be anyone left for her now. She'd already greived the death of her mother, and the woman hadn't even died yet. |
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Sage sort of frowned when Anya half snapped at him, trying not to let it bug him. Her words stung though...he knew she wasn't trying to be rude, that she was just upset but ...he was doing his best to help. He really didn't know what he was doing, but he knew what it was like to feel so hopeless. And he really didn't want that for the girl. "You've gotta let yourself be happy," he mused after a moment. "Find someone who you like. Can enjoy their company. Can share your burdens." It was a simple statement, but one she'd need to hear all the same. And he couldn't help run the kingdom...he could give her insight of war came and he was needed but....all he could do was offer friendship and hope she took it. She'd need someone else though ...someone to form a good relationship with, and run a kingdom. Someone as good to her as Luther had been. |
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The woman pinched her brows together at his comment, letting out a small chuckle, though it was laced with frustration. He was speaking like she hadn't already tried to find someone, anyone, and she found herself silently questioning why she even had to try. She shouldn’t have to—she’d had Luther. Luther had understood her in a way no one else could. He knew exactly what she was feeling, why she was feeling it—he knew her like no one else had. Yet now, here she was, still grappling with her emotions, and she couldn't understand why Sage kept coming over. Sure, he helped to an extent, just by being there and talking with her, but his insistence that she needed to "let herself get happy" just didn’t sit right. It was almost like he didn't see the bigger picture, the weight of what she was carrying. She had met countless people, people who wanted to understand her the way Luther had, but she couldn’t bring herself to let them in. She didn’t know why, but she couldn’t. She sighed deeply, shaking her head as she looked at him, her voice softer now. "Sage, I've already tried all this..." she muttered, her words a quiet surrender to the exhaustion of it all. |
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Sage nodded softly when she said she'd tried, glancing over her tired body, just feeling sad for her. Not pity....it just saddened him to see her like this. She was so happy once. Finding the good in everything. She'd helped him up and out of the high waters. He just wished he could help her as much as she helped him. "I know," he noted simply. "Sometimes all you can do is put one foot ahead of the other, no matter how slowly, and just...keep trying," he murmured after a moment, holding Amber tighter as he thought back to his own past. "I know these things don't mean much now...but they will later on, once things have gotten better," he noted with a soft shake of his head, standing up to sort of feel out if she wanted him gone or not. |
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The woman let out a shaky breath, her chest tightening as the weight of her thoughts pressed down on her. She could feel the tension in her muscles, the exhaustion that had settled deep within her bones. She knew she had to keep moving forward—there was no other choice. Stopping now would be the ultimate betrayal, not just to herself but to everyone who depended on her. She couldn’t afford to fail them. Her eyes squeezed shut as if blocking out the world for a moment could provide her with the strength to continue. She wanted so badly to just pause, to let go of the pressure that had been building for years. But there was no room for that. No room for weakness. "I know, Sage," she murmured, her voice soft, almost cracking with the effort of holding everything inside. She sat up straighter, trying to compose herself, to hold onto some semblance of control. But the weariness was too much. Her hand instinctively pressed against her forehead as she tried to focus, to breathe. "I'm trying," she whispered, the words coming out with more desperation than she intended. It was all so overwhelming. There was so much to handle, so much she couldn’t afford to get wrong. And the fear of it all made her feel small, helpless. She bit down on the inside of her cheek, the sharp pain grounding her for just a moment. Her eyes flickered to Sage, hoping he could offer something—anything—to make this bearable. But all she could feel was the heaviness of it all pressing down harder with each passing second. "Sage, I’m just so tired," she admitted softly, the words slipping from her lips before she could stop them. She didn’t want to sound weak, didn’t want to burden him, but the truth was there. It had been years of struggle, of trying to keep everything together after Luther had died. And now this new weight… it was too much. She had no idea how to carry it all anymore. She didn’t know how to keep fighting when every part of her was begging to rest. What was she supposed to do with all of this? How was she supposed to move forward when the road ahead felt so dark and uncertain? |
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Sage felt a heavy breath slip past his lips when the girl spoke up again. He hated seeing her like this....so miserable and scared about everything that was happening. She used to be the happiest one around. He wished she could feel like that again, even with the new responsibilities. He moved to crouch down in front of her after a moment, setting amber down on the chair. He just moved to reach for her hands squeezing them gently. "I know," he murmured. "And I know you've been working at it for a long time," he added gently. "Let yourself lose composure sometimes," he noted after a moment. "We can't keep up and act all the time. If you want someone with you, that's fine, and if not, that's ok too." He'd be happy to help. If she showed up at the house randomly, but needed help ...he'd help. And he'd do it willingly. But if she needed space, he'd give her that too. But she needed a good cry. She needed to let her frustration out. |
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Anya stood there, her gaze distant, watching as he gently set the cat down, its soft meow barely registering in her mind. Her eyes were unfocused, already lost in a fog of frustration and exhaustion. She hated this feeling—the feeling of being trapped, like there was no escape, no one who truly understood what it was like to be in her shoes. Everything had felt like it was slowly falling into place, and just as she began to breathe again, something always seemed to drag her back down. It was a never-ending cycle, one she couldn’t seem to break free from. As his voice washed over her, the weight of his words seemed to press down on her chest, suffocating her. She squeezed her eyes shut, her body aching with the sensation of everything falling apart at once. If only she could go back, to a time when the world was simpler—back when she was just a reckless teenager, free from the weight of the crown. But that was a life she could never return to. No, she was here now, and the burden of an entire kingdom rested on her shoulders, a burden she had to carry alone, without the solace of anyone who truly understood. Her brows furrowed, jaw tightening as she fought to hold herself together. But it was a losing battle. The tears came quickly, slipping down her cheeks before she could stop them, each one a reminder that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t escape the weight of her responsibilities, and nothing Sage could say or do would really help. |
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Sage froze for a second when the woman started crying, not really sure what to do. Eventually though, he let out a heavy breath and moved to just wrap his arms around her, hoping the embrace would do.... something. There was a time when he could comfort her. Now....things had changed. Neither of them were the same person they used to be. He wasn't sure where things had brought this...wall between them. But he wished it hadn't popped up. He wished he could help. But he was rather at a loss of what to do or say. He wished he wasn't. He wished he could be useful. But he wasn't and he couldn't, and he did often wonder why Mari had picked him. That wasn't the focus for right then though. He should focus on Anya, who clearly needed help. He just...didn't know if he could do that. |
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