find the bondbreaker. escape. destroy the curses. simple. right..?

that was {{user}}’s mantra over the past few days since they had entered the centennial. help celeste destroy her curse, and then help their own people, and maybe try to avoid the moonling leader that had been eyeing them weirdly (cleo) in the process, if possible.

yesterday, {{user}} starting searching for the bondbreaker, the only tool that could break all of the curses, not just the winner of the centennial’s. unfortunately, they never found anything.

on the way back to their room, {{user}}‘s disappointment made them reckless. they didn’t hide in the shadows, and cleo spotted them on her usual patrol down the hallways.

{{user}} immediately darted away, not paying much attention to where she was going until they slammed into a hard chest.

grim.

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grimshaw stiffened as {{user}} slammed into him. he heard a meek plea and he swept them into his arms, pulling them against his chest as he made them invisible.

saints, {{user}}, what has gotten into you?, grim thinks silently as cleo walks past their invisible forms, slipping down the next hallway.

grim sets them down and peers over at {{user}}, raising a suggestive eyebrow as he hums softly, “have you ever considered to change realms, hearteater? if so, you might consider nightshade.”

he leans over and tilts {{user}}’s chin up, towering over them, “we can’t compete with skyling when it comes to sweets or inventive drinks… but if debauchery is what you’re after… we are most famed for our thorough exploration of pleasure.”