thevoidsdarkhorse | Heart Game (Continued)

Heart Game (Continued)

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[ that happy decent feeling vibe? some of it drains at seeing this. but he doesn't lose that, the pumpkin soup still fresh in him, after all ]

I can't. More importantly, I don't want to.

[It is a depressing one.]

The bands won't let me do it myself. I've tried.

[ approaches more ]

Is that part of the Game?

[ to continue your suffering? ]

No.

It's people trying to insist on me clingin' to false hope.

[No idea if you would notice, but those red bands sure are the exact shade of sharkboy's eyes.]

[But dunno if you return those gay levels.]

[ sadly, he's still more in the homoaquatic field of things, but he might notice the color, getting at least a vague sense of flowerboy familiarity. but since it is red, he might just assume blood... ]

Why do you say it's false?

Because it always is. I get something that tells me it's gonna be okay, it's gonna get better, and then it only gets worse.

Always? Is that really true?

Yes.

It's been a constant stream of here's a nice thing, but here's this part of why it's also terrible. Find a human? Thousands of miles away. Hear about new friends? Ones in another universe, and the other two centuries are in the past. Oh, a Game to let you meet your friends and revive your dead family? Oh, yeah, it's also playing into the hands of the psychopath whose been makin' your life a living hell.

And at the end of taking those little good things, taking them as good signs, everyone you care about dies while you were ASLEEP.

[ walks until he's close enough to her to reach her hand. but he doesn't reach for her free hand, he reaches for the one with the glass, squeezing until he feels that pain, too. he knows it will hurt them both, but he wants to share that, show that he's willing to take the pain with her in this small gesture. he can't destroy it, he can't take it away from her, but he can share it ]

You blame yourself for something that wasn't your choice. Your resentment is understandable.

[She doesn't flinch as the glass cuts into her skin, but when she realizes what she's doing, there's concern, and her eyes move down to look at his hand.] What are you doing?! Stop that! [Grabbing his wrist to try and pull his hand away.]

[ keeps a firm grip, despite the pain, wincing a little, but he stares at her ]

We're in this together. I know I didn't experience any of that like you did. But you're not alone now.

That-let go, you're hurting yourself!

Now you see. How that feels.

[ but he's not letting go, just holding on ]

Roxy. Those bonds shouldn't be dismissed.

[ it feels strange for him to say it, but he knows that's true ]

Even if they might not be something you want, they're there. It isn't just your experiences that have shaped you... It's also the people you've met. That's something I'm learning from being here. From the people who know me from home. It's frustrating and it can be an annoying feeling, but... It's still important.

I'm not dismissing them!

I just want to be with them!

Would they want you to die for that? What about the people you've met here in Kyriakos?

Everyone here has...deserves so much better than a fucked up girl like me.

Isn't it a person's choice to care about who they want?

I've seen all of this and I want to get to know you better. I'll take it all.

[She flinches back, looking like she's been hit.]

But...but WHY. It's....it's full of so much HORRIBLE.

Because it's still you. None of us can erase that, not without changing you, but we can accept you as you are.

...but...but we've just MET.

If you're okay with someone you just met seeing this, then that's what matters.

That...that...

[She looks lost, but her grip on the shard is loosening.]

[ feels that and he'll try to take hold of it instead, but not forcing it out of her hand, but waiting for her to continue that thought ]

That...it makes no sense, it's reckless, dangerous, I'm dangerous...

[She's shaking.]

I don't regret being here. Even if it means I'm being reckless.

Heart Game (Continued)

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