thevoidsdarkhorse | Heart Game (Continued)

Heart Game (Continued)

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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.

Can you really mean that?

[And there's tears, so many tears.]

I'm here, aren't I?

[ you helped me out of the void.. you helped me through all this ]

....

[She sobs and falls to her knees, dropping the glass.]

[And now there's more blue bands the color of his eyes because eyes are good default color.]

[ kneels down by her and throws the glass aside, taking her hand with his own bloodied one now. hey, blood pact? but he will also take her other hand in his, too ]

[Man, she's blood pacting with all you Free boys.]

[At least god blood can't get infected with anything.]

[She's just gonna cry for a bit, leaning against him.]

[ lets her cry against him as she needs, squeezing his uninjured hand on hers. sorry he still sucks at comforting words, really ]

Heart Game (Continued)

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE

Re: RAGE