The Alchemist sat alone in his room, notes scattered haphazardly on the floor. Everything was blue, moonlight shining in through the small window overlooking the docks. He clutched a small vial in his hands, clasping them close to his heart.

"I'll bring you back. You're coming back."

Gideon flinched, the scene displayed in front of him all too familiar. It felt like his stomach was churning, though he hadn't had one for years.

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DnD is srs bsns. 2 part mix thinking on how each character deals with death. very much a WIP. this one goes from gideon dealing before his apparent suicide, and how he's dealing now that he has risen from the dead thanks to his fucking around with death shit.

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