[You don't have to tag this back, this can just be a lil cap on their time together ;;]
That's okay. Sometimes too much of a good thing can hurt you. Not that all the sharing is good, but. I think it's very sweet that you're so receptive.
[She will begin to stroke his hair anew, this time more to calm than correct. It doesn't seem like he's against the touch. She knows some people don't like to be coddled, and that's okay too.]
Why don't we wait a little while together? If you need to sleep, I don't mind. You don't have to talk. [She smiles.] Whatever you need, I'm happy to help.
That's okay. Sometimes too much of a good thing can hurt you. Not that all the sharing is good, but. I think it's very sweet that you're so receptive.
[She will begin to stroke his hair anew, this time more to calm than correct. It doesn't seem like he's against the touch. She knows some people don't like to be coddled, and that's okay too.]
Why don't we wait a little while together? If you need to sleep, I don't mind. You don't have to talk. [She smiles.] Whatever you need, I'm happy to help.
[:3c holds your paws and gives you one last gift]
Aha, I don't know that I'd call it sweet... Silly, maybe! [He would have made better modifications if he knew he was going to be flavorblasted by 38 other people's emotions...
He does seem to be fine with this, though. The tender sort of pang in his emotions surfaces again; his smile is a little nostalgic, and the wistfulness makes him seem both older and younger than what his face alone would suggest.]
...It's been a looong time since anyone's fussed over me like this. [A little blip of mother.] You're kind of heart to be donating your time... Thank you very much. [A smile! It's smaller than usual, but the sort with a warmth genuine enough to make his eyes crinkle.] I won't take up too too much of your time, or it'd just be greedy of me, ehe! Buuut... maybe just another minute or two. We can still talk! I'll just rest my eyes for a moment.
[And he will! And maybe he'll end up dozing a little in this comforting familiarity right after struggling with his stupid, complex heart, and maybe that's fine.]
Aha, I don't know that I'd call it sweet... Silly, maybe! [He would have made better modifications if he knew he was going to be flavorblasted by 38 other people's emotions...
He does seem to be fine with this, though. The tender sort of pang in his emotions surfaces again; his smile is a little nostalgic, and the wistfulness makes him seem both older and younger than what his face alone would suggest.]
...It's been a looong time since anyone's fussed over me like this. [A little blip of mother.] You're kind of heart to be donating your time... Thank you very much. [A smile! It's smaller than usual, but the sort with a warmth genuine enough to make his eyes crinkle.] I won't take up too too much of your time, or it'd just be greedy of me, ehe! Buuut... maybe just another minute or two. We can still talk! I'll just rest my eyes for a moment.
[And he will! And maybe he'll end up dozing a little in this comforting familiarity right after struggling with his stupid, complex heart, and maybe that's fine.]
[Hi Rosamund! Are you enjoying the party? This guy hopes you are! Or something! Who knows... He's just sort of man-standing there, pixelatedly, looking at her like he's considering something?]
[Waves back...
AND THEN STARTS ZOOMING OVER. As soon as he's close enough, he throws a hand out toward her?!]
Hi! Let's go!
AND THEN STARTS ZOOMING OVER. As soon as he's close enough, he throws a hand out toward her?!]
Hi! Let's go!
[NOT FAST ARTHUR. THIS IS JUST IT FOLLOWS. Well, he will lead Rosamund over to a sketchy dark back area of this party room where no one else is... The perfect place to commit murder.
Except he doesn't. He just GOES IN FOR A HUG!! Which is probably weird for the 2 seconds that this is still Pixel Arthur, but his pixel form glitches into Pixel Dahut soon enough.]
Except he doesn't. He just GOES IN FOR A HUG!! Which is probably weird for the 2 seconds that this is still Pixel Arthur, but his pixel form glitches into Pixel Dahut soon enough.]
[WHY DID YOU PICK THE STI-GHOST HORROR
Anyway she is getting flashbacks to getting hella bit at the vampire club (ragret) until the attack comes in the form of tender hug.
And then it's a familiar head of green hair.
She gasps aloud.]
You!
[Then she's squeezing him just as tight. No briars in vr land to worry about she can do this all night.]
Anyway she is getting flashbacks to getting hella bit at the vampire club (ragret) until the attack comes in the form of tender hug.
And then it's a familiar head of green hair.
She gasps aloud.]
You!
[Then she's squeezing him just as tight. No briars in vr land to worry about she can do this all night.]
[I HATE IT HERE. ALSO STOP GETTING BIT AT THE VAMPIRE CLUB!!!!
Anyway, NOT THE "YOU". Dahut just laughs, a light and chiming sound, or as much of a laugh as he can get out before they're both HUGGING EACH OTHER SO TIGHT. He rests his head against her for a moment, beaming and radiating the energy of a very social person who has been stuck with introverts for weeks.]
Me! Surprise! I missed you...!
Anyway, NOT THE "YOU". Dahut just laughs, a light and chiming sound, or as much of a laugh as he can get out before they're both HUGGING EACH OTHER SO TIGHT. He rests his head against her for a moment, beaming and radiating the energy of a very social person who has been stuck with introverts for weeks.]
Me! Surprise! I missed you...!
[THEY LEFT THAT PLANET BEHIND 029345938 YEARS AGO BY NOW]
I-I missed you too! Dahut, how are you — is it because this is a virtual place? I know you can speak through the message system, but I never imagined seeing—
[Oops he's Arthur again.]
—hearing your voice again.
I-I missed you too! Dahut, how are you — is it because this is a virtual place? I know you can speak through the message system, but I never imagined seeing—
[Oops he's Arthur again.]
—hearing your voice again.
[LISTEN. Maybe so...
Anyway low poly Arthur just makes a sad face...]
I know! I get to hear your voices all of the time, but it's really not the same as talking to you directly! Neither are the letters or messages... I miss everyone sooo much! But I'm glad you guys are still alive!
[He would not sacrifice the ship just to be less lonely.]
Anyway low poly Arthur just makes a sad face...]
I know! I get to hear your voices all of the time, but it's really not the same as talking to you directly! Neither are the letters or messages... I miss everyone sooo much! But I'm glad you guys are still alive!
[He would not sacrifice the ship just to be less lonely.]
[SWEET ROSAMUND... Dahut's pixely face looks as soft and apologetic as pixels can look, and he reaches out to hold her hand.]
I'm sorry... I was trying really hard to survive! But I ended up leaving behind a mess... [WEEK 0 BAT TO EVERYONE'S KNEES.
But he nods at that!]
Mm! We're about as well as we can be, and everyone's getting along nicely. Everyone's pretty level-headed, fortunately, and we all understand that hands are being forced here.
I'm sorry... I was trying really hard to survive! But I ended up leaving behind a mess... [WEEK 0 BAT TO EVERYONE'S KNEES.
But he nods at that!]
Mm! We're about as well as we can be, and everyone's getting along nicely. Everyone's pretty level-headed, fortunately, and we all understand that hands are being forced here.
Don't you apologize.
[She pulls back to cup him by both cheeks, looking direct into his eyes.]
You wanted to live. You did your best. None of it is your fault, and you should never feel ashamed about what happened, not for our sakes.
[The report heartens her though. She smiles down at him.]
That's wonderful. Truly, I'm so relieved. Once I was told the dead may still be present in some way, I was worried about what might be happening to you all.
Please, explain everything you can. I want to help you.
[She pulls back to cup him by both cheeks, looking direct into his eyes.]
You wanted to live. You did your best. None of it is your fault, and you should never feel ashamed about what happened, not for our sakes.
[The report heartens her though. She smiles down at him.]
That's wonderful. Truly, I'm so relieved. Once I was told the dead may still be present in some way, I was worried about what might be happening to you all.
Please, explain everything you can. I want to help you.
ME WRITING THIS TAG BEFORE TRIAL AND THEN WATCHING YOUR MURDERHANDS EMERGE
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2024-03-31 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
[UEUEUE she's so sweet... Dahut looks up at her and depixelates for a second, so the warmth in his eyes is crystal clear.]
...Thank you very much, Mademoiselle Rosamund. You're very kind-hearted...
[Will he still feel a little guilty MAYBE SO. But being told that it wasn't his fault is a nice thing to hear. But! He just nods in response, smiling a little more brightly.]
I'm glad we can deliver some good news, then! Though I don't really know how much I can explain without it being blocked... Um! We're in the Helly Belly, and we miiight be- [STATIC NOISES.] -but we're doing okay so far! It might be because of our version of your Wednesday activities? Oh, and we're- [WOOD SAWING NOISES.] -probably!
...Thank you very much, Mademoiselle Rosamund. You're very kind-hearted...
[Will he still feel a little guilty MAYBE SO. But being told that it wasn't his fault is a nice thing to hear. But! He just nods in response, smiling a little more brightly.]
I'm glad we can deliver some good news, then! Though I don't really know how much I can explain without it being blocked... Um! We're in the Helly Belly, and we miiight be- [STATIC NOISES.] -but we're doing okay so far! It might be because of our version of your Wednesday activities? Oh, and we're- [WOOD SAWING NOISES.] -probably!
Oh—! Please be careful with those, they may harm you!
[Fortunately they will not, but he's cautious just in case. That flower, as well as the entire field spread out before them, is a blanket of red spider lilies - but they're all jet-black, making for a striking contrast with the blue of the sea and sky.
He also glances back behind them toward where the rift has SEALED THEM IN. "it opens if they visit it" not this time it doesn't.]
...Unfortunately, I think we'll have to proceed through whatever nonsense is here first. Just take care, okay?
[Fortunately they will not, but he's cautious just in case. That flower, as well as the entire field spread out before them, is a blanket of red spider lilies - but they're all jet-black, making for a striking contrast with the blue of the sea and sky.
He also glances back behind them toward where the rift has SEALED THEM IN. "it opens if they visit it" not this time it doesn't.]
...Unfortunately, I think we'll have to proceed through whatever nonsense is here first. Just take care, okay?
[She halts, dropping the blossom.]
Sorry!
[They're just so unusual? Perhaps that was the first sign they should not be trusted.]
...All right. [She nods slowly. Her first steps are cautious, and she'll reach for the boy's hand as they go.]
I take it this is something from your past?
Sorry!
[They're just so unusual? Perhaps that was the first sign they should not be trusted.]
...All right. [She nods slowly. Her first steps are cautious, and she'll reach for the boy's hand as they go.]
I take it this is something from your past?
No need to apologize! These are just dangerous, typically... Or rather, I can never tell when they'll be dangerous to others when they show up in things like this.
[Because this happens SO OFTEN... He'll hold her hand, though, making his careful way through the flowers. There's a little path that cuts through, so they can walk without stepping on any - and he's cautious not to.]
...It is, most likely. Or at least, this cliffside is one I'm very familiar with.
[Which, speaking of: though the sun was only just hanging a few feet above the horizon, it starts to set at an unnaturally fast clip, entirely set in just seconds. Overhead, the clouds scatter, and a big, full moon hangs over them.
The scent of the ocean also mingles with something more acrid. She's probably familiar with the iron tang of blood by now.]
[Because this happens SO OFTEN... He'll hold her hand, though, making his careful way through the flowers. There's a little path that cuts through, so they can walk without stepping on any - and he's cautious not to.]
...It is, most likely. Or at least, this cliffside is one I'm very familiar with.
[Which, speaking of: though the sun was only just hanging a few feet above the horizon, it starts to set at an unnaturally fast clip, entirely set in just seconds. Overhead, the clouds scatter, and a big, full moon hangs over them.
The scent of the ocean also mingles with something more acrid. She's probably familiar with the iron tang of blood by now.]
Badly.
[It's a simple answer despite what it means, but Dahut - whose free hand has been resting against his stomach - shifts to hold his stomach more fully and hunches just the tiniest bit, like he's reluctant to press on despite continuing to do so.
There's a figure in the swaying flowers up ahead, lying prone among them. The scent of blood in this area is so heavy and thick that it's enough to make anyone with a weaker stomach gag. Dahut's steps slow, contrasting the reaction of someone who's normally prone to throwing himself into dangerous situations to help others who need it.]
[It's a simple answer despite what it means, but Dahut - whose free hand has been resting against his stomach - shifts to hold his stomach more fully and hunches just the tiniest bit, like he's reluctant to press on despite continuing to do so.
There's a figure in the swaying flowers up ahead, lying prone among them. The scent of blood in this area is so heavy and thick that it's enough to make anyone with a weaker stomach gag. Dahut's steps slow, contrasting the reaction of someone who's normally prone to throwing himself into dangerous situations to help others who need it.]
[This queasy move doesn't escape her notice. She gently puts a hand to Dahut's back, rubbing if he's receptive to it.
She's not easily quailed by violence or gore. It's more the emotion behind it that balks her — hence her frequent outbursts at executions, the least fair battles she's ever witnessed. When it's a body, it's just a body.
Which is what it looks like they'll find today. When he slows she looks down at him, considering him carefully.]
I can go ahead alone if you prefer. You don't have to look again, not if you don't want to.
She's not easily quailed by violence or gore. It's more the emotion behind it that balks her — hence her frequent outbursts at executions, the least fair battles she's ever witnessed. When it's a body, it's just a body.
Which is what it looks like they'll find today. When he slows she looks down at him, considering him carefully.]
I can go ahead alone if you prefer. You don't have to look again, not if you don't want to.
[He doesn't seem to mind the gesture, at least, even though he still seems a bit stiff rather than warming into the touch of others as he normally does.
There's a moment of quiet at the suggestion, though it's not because he's thinking over his answer. Rather, it seems at first like he might not have even heard it, his gaze firmly fixed on the figure. It seems perfectly still, so maybe she's right - a body, just a body.
But eventually, he shakes his head and slips his hand away from hers.]
I have to look, every time. [Penance, maybe. A sense of duty. Even if it isn't real, how could he just leave things like this? Then, softly:] You can wait here, if you'd like. I don't want to burden you.
[But he won't stop her if she decides to follow along as he steps away from the little trail and into the flowers. She'll just have to take care; the carpet of them is thick, though many have already been snapped and flattened as they draw closer.]
There's a moment of quiet at the suggestion, though it's not because he's thinking over his answer. Rather, it seems at first like he might not have even heard it, his gaze firmly fixed on the figure. It seems perfectly still, so maybe she's right - a body, just a body.
But eventually, he shakes his head and slips his hand away from hers.]
I have to look, every time. [Penance, maybe. A sense of duty. Even if it isn't real, how could he just leave things like this? Then, softly:] You can wait here, if you'd like. I don't want to burden you.
[But he won't stop her if she decides to follow along as he steps away from the little trail and into the flowers. She'll just have to take care; the carpet of them is thick, though many have already been snapped and flattened as they draw closer.]
It's not a burden. [She lets her hand still, but it remains as will she.] I'd rather be here with you than leave you alone.
[It's not something he would enjoy sharing, of course. She suspects the point of these rifts is to peel back your layers and show your guts to whoever was strung along with you. She might not have a choice in looking either.
So they move together. She treads as carefully as she can. It's something she's used to, forests and greenery were her terrain. The blossoms may be odd and overgrown but she takes the trampled path, moving slow after Dahut.
She looks to the bloodied mess ahead.]
[It's not something he would enjoy sharing, of course. She suspects the point of these rifts is to peel back your layers and show your guts to whoever was strung along with you. She might not have a choice in looking either.
So they move together. She treads as carefully as she can. It's something she's used to, forests and greenery were her terrain. The blossoms may be odd and overgrown but she takes the trampled path, moving slow after Dahut.
She looks to the bloodied mess ahead.]
[she came back from her facial so quickly...! But through the flowers they go, careful as can be. Though the one she picked earlier didn't seem to have an effect, there's a thin black miasma hanging in the air here with how many have been crushed or snapped. She might find that it's harder to breathe, that there's a tickle in the back of her throat urging her to cough even more than the thick smell of blood.
As they approach, she'll be able to get a good look at the figure: it's the body of a young woman dressed in resplendent royal silks, torn to shreds and dyed such a deep red that it looks as black as the flowers under the moonlight. Her beautiful dusty brown hair is streaked with blood, her arms and legs bent at painful-looking angles, as though god discarded her here like a broken doll. She's covered in violent injuries and her eyes stare half-lidded and unseeing into the night sky.
Then, her mouth just barely moves.
Liam... My sweet boy, is that you...?
The way he literally just got done scolding Scien about entertaining these hallucinations, but what else can he do? He immediately moves to kneel by her side, reaching for her cold and bloody hand, everything about him so openly tender.]
Yes - it's me, Mother. I've come to see you and I've brought a wonderful friend along with me... She's kind enough to come all this way.
As they approach, she'll be able to get a good look at the figure: it's the body of a young woman dressed in resplendent royal silks, torn to shreds and dyed such a deep red that it looks as black as the flowers under the moonlight. Her beautiful dusty brown hair is streaked with blood, her arms and legs bent at painful-looking angles, as though god discarded her here like a broken doll. She's covered in violent injuries and her eyes stare half-lidded and unseeing into the night sky.
Then, her mouth just barely moves.
Liam... My sweet boy, is that you...?
The way he literally just got done scolding Scien about entertaining these hallucinations, but what else can he do? He immediately moves to kneel by her side, reaching for her cold and bloody hand, everything about him so openly tender.]
Yes - it's me, Mother. I've come to see you and I've brought a wonderful friend along with me... She's kind enough to come all this way.
[There's a polite clearing of her throat, as soft and silent as she can manage. Illusion or not, she can feel the pollen trickling into her lungs with a pungent threat. Are Relievers immune to such things?
This isn't the time to ask. There's a woman here, abandoned. Left for dead more like. Rosamund's heart sinks the second she lays eyes on her, barely restraining herself from rushing to her side. It's not real, she reminds herself, taking in the splayed limbs and the sour blood, there's nothing that can be changed here.
Dahut has no such qualms. He's at her side at once, with such open emotion that it shocks her. Yes his heart had been purposefully expanded, but she's had it impressed upon her time and again that they are not at all the same. The capacity isn't there for love.
Then what do you call this?]
Hello. [Rosamund looks to Dahut apprehensively, then kneels at his side. She brushes some of the hair out of the woman's face. "Mother." Literally, or figuratively? And why was she calling him "Liam?"] I'm Rosamund. Your Liam is a...a lovely boy.
[Good lord, what can she even say?]
Miss, is there anything we can do to help?
This isn't the time to ask. There's a woman here, abandoned. Left for dead more like. Rosamund's heart sinks the second she lays eyes on her, barely restraining herself from rushing to her side. It's not real, she reminds herself, taking in the splayed limbs and the sour blood, there's nothing that can be changed here.
Dahut has no such qualms. He's at her side at once, with such open emotion that it shocks her. Yes his heart had been purposefully expanded, but she's had it impressed upon her time and again that they are not at all the same. The capacity isn't there for love.
Then what do you call this?]
Hello. [Rosamund looks to Dahut apprehensively, then kneels at his side. She brushes some of the hair out of the woman's face. "Mother." Literally, or figuratively? And why was she calling him "Liam?"] I'm Rosamund. Your Liam is a...a lovely boy.
[Good lord, what can she even say?]
Miss, is there anything we can do to help?
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