( dull and then a heroic flurry at the end )

[bottecellie]

the last night. dusk has fallen, and your nerves are on fire. you are not looking forward to tomorrow, for whatever reason - perhaps you're in the ending stages of war and the final battle is imminent, perhaps you'll be leaving for an extended period of time, perhaps you're set to go into a risky surgery. whatever's going to happen, it could be the very last night you have, whether it's in this city, in this dimension, in this life. how are you going to spend it? will you say your goodbyes to your loved ones, spend time reminiscing, or just go about your everyday life and try not to think about it? the choice is yours, but you'd better make it soon. you don't have much time left. instructions → 1. post with your character. 2. tag others. 3. spend your last night wisely.

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[snowguardian]

It'd be worth it.

[And now they're on the last rooftop of town, looking out over the woods and his pond beyond. He glances out towards it, but then forces himself to smile again as he holds out his bag of teeth for her.] So, did I make the grade?

[toothmemories]

Yes, of course. [She takes the bag, giving him a smile as the sun begins to rise. She watches it for a second, and then in a whisper, says:]

I'll miss you.

[snowguardian]

Hey, I'll be around. You can't get rid of me that easily.

[toothmemories]

You've got a place at Tooth Palace, if you ever want it.

[snowguardian]

No offence, but it's not really my type of place. Too hot.

[toothmemories]

And it's too cold for me up there...

[Sigh.]

We'll find a way.

[snowguardian]

It's only a couple of months, anyway. [Not long after 300 years, and even less time for someone as old as Toothiana.] I'll see you sooner or later.