[There's a second there, where she keeps the tone even and the smile on.
Except then her chest starts heaving. Her lips shut, but what's held in on front leaks out of another. A tear streaks down her cheek before she can help it. Then another on the opposite side.]
there's a pause, and then throné moves forward carefully, and very gently brings a hand up to wipe away one of the tears with her thumb, before resting a hand on rosamund's arm. she tugs a little. c'mere. is a hug okay? she's asking.]
Her lip trembles as the tears are wiped clear. She will accept that hug, thank you, hiding her face in her friend's shoulder, cautious about the briars. Always cautious.]
I thought...it was so much easier to give it all away...when I didn't know how happy I'd be...
[WEHHHH sweet girl, she deserves the world and not the horrors of cyoa
throné has gotten better at hugging, over the time she's been here. she's very careful of the briars, but otherwise, she rests her hand on the back of rosamund's head, letting her stay as long as she wants.]
... Oh, Rosamund. [she says, soft and worried. it's a little prompting - she can talk about it if she wants. throné is good at listening.]
[And Throné deserves her lég back but we live in a desolate and hopeless universe
Anyway apologies if she's not entirely cohesive. Rosamund heaves, but even her sobbing is appropriately delicate. Can't escape the princess accusations even at her worst.]
I was going to be married. He was...they were all there, and I was going to be married...
It's what I would have had. If I hadn't...If I never figured out what the truth was, I could have it. [She pulls back, blotchy faced and wet-eyed, covering her nose with shaking fingers.] And my parents could have been there. And everyone would have been...They...
[She chokes again.]
I thought there was a chance they'd just be sleeping. After all this time, maybe the curse let them sleep too. That they were just under the briars, waiting to wake up. Just like me. But it...
[Her lip twitches. More tears fall.]
I think instead of a hundred years of sleep, it was just a hundred years.
[this doesn't make a whole lot of sense to throné but it doesn't really matter so much. what she sees is rosamund, brokenhearted and mourning something that she wanted, that she was shown, and having it ripped out of her hands.]
... I know this doesn't help. And it doesn't make the pain any less. [she starts, hesitant.] But it wasn't... it wasn't real.
There might still be a chance. Do you think there might be a chance they're all still asleep, away from this place? These trips - they draw on your worst fears.
I don't think... [She remembers the Gander, gloating about his fine work on her. How the next time her story began they'd see just how much the briars took next. How Toy Island was littered with remains, how Ylfa's family wanted to believe her dead, how Timothy held the fresh bones of his own son in his hands.]
I don't believe my world is kind enough to let that be true.
[How about we show her why?
A void yawns around the pair and for the umpteenth time this week, they fall into the past.
Into the thorns.]
((Watch from 8:55-22:25, content warning for mouth/nose gore, body horror))
she's quiet for a moment, just taking that in. maybe coughs a little, gags at the idea of vines that far down. but eventually, after she gets her head around the concept of having to dislodge yourself from vines like that -- she exhales.]
[Her throat is thick, too. A combination of the fit and the rehash, phantoms of the briars dragging through her throat as she watches herself pull them loose. Then there were the princes. The quiet. Absolute silence from a palace that had always brimmed with life.]
I had to give it up already. I'll be all right, I just need a bit of time. I did make peace with most of it before?
[She sniffs, touching her hand to her nose. Luckily she's a pretty crier. Pretty pretty pretty, and oh so graceful. What useful gifts the fairies left her.]
I think it was just easier when I didn't know how wonderful it would be.
[god, she's so bad at this, but for rosamund, throné really is trying.]
That's what I mean. It's cruel to show it to you. [but... a little sigh.] You have as much time as it takes. And if it never does, that is fine too. I hope you know that.
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[They stare at one another.]
How's Yuri? Did she make it to the med bay?
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Are you alright, Rosamund?
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I barely got a scratch on me. Lucky, I guess!
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... I don't mean physically, but you don't need to talk to me about it. I just... you shouldn't be alone.
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Not even for a nap?
[she famously loves sleeping you see]
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Especially not. That's when your mind is most cruel to you.
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[There's a second there, where she keeps the tone even and the smile on.
Except then her chest starts heaving. Her lips shut, but what's held in on front leaks out of another. A tear streaks down her cheek before she can help it. Then another on the opposite side.]
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there's a pause, and then throné moves forward carefully, and very gently brings a hand up to wipe away one of the tears with her thumb, before resting a hand on rosamund's arm. she tugs a little. c'mere. is a hug okay? she's asking.]
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Her lip trembles as the tears are wiped clear. She will accept that hug, thank you, hiding her face in her friend's shoulder, cautious about the briars. Always cautious.]
I thought...it was so much easier to give it all away...when I didn't know how happy I'd be...
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throné has gotten better at hugging, over the time she's been here. she's very careful of the briars, but otherwise, she rests her hand on the back of rosamund's head, letting her stay as long as she wants.]
... Oh, Rosamund. [she says, soft and worried. it's a little prompting - she can talk about it if she wants. throné is good at listening.]
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Anyway apologies if she's not entirely cohesive. Rosamund heaves, but even her sobbing is appropriately delicate. Can't escape the princess accusations even at her worst.]
I was going to be married. He was...they were all there, and I was going to be married...
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... Is that something you wanted? [she asks, in that same tone.]
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It's what I would have had. If I hadn't...If I never figured out what the truth was, I could have it. [She pulls back, blotchy faced and wet-eyed, covering her nose with shaking fingers.] And my parents could have been there. And everyone would have been...They...
[She chokes again.]
I thought there was a chance they'd just be sleeping. After all this time, maybe the curse let them sleep too. That they were just under the briars, waiting to wake up. Just like me. But it...
[Her lip twitches. More tears fall.]
I think instead of a hundred years of sleep, it was just a hundred years.
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... I know this doesn't help. And it doesn't make the pain any less. [she starts, hesitant.] But it wasn't... it wasn't real.
There might still be a chance. Do you think there might be a chance they're all still asleep, away from this place? These trips - they draw on your worst fears.
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I don't believe my world is kind enough to let that be true.
[How about we show her why?
A void yawns around the pair and for the umpteenth time this week, they fall into the past.
Into the thorns.]
((Watch from 8:55-22:25, content warning for mouth/nose gore, body horror))
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she's quiet for a moment, just taking that in. maybe coughs a little, gags at the idea of vines that far down. but eventually, after she gets her head around the concept of having to dislodge yourself from vines like that -- she exhales.]
... I'm sorry. [she says, finally.] Rosamund, that's... that's awful.
[she is frowning so, so much.]
You... you are allowed to feel devastated at having what you wanted shown to you and ripped from your hands.
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I had to give it up already. I'll be all right, I just need a bit of time. I did make peace with most of it before?
[She sniffs, touching her hand to her nose. Luckily she's a pretty crier. Pretty pretty pretty, and oh so graceful. What useful gifts the fairies left her.]
I think it was just easier when I didn't know how wonderful it would be.
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That's what I mean. It's cruel to show it to you. [but... a little sigh.] You have as much time as it takes. And if it never does, that is fine too. I hope you know that.