thevoidsdarkhorse | Heart Game (Continued)

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From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

[Will take the cup.]

Yeah.

I love her.

[Will drink some of the drink.]

From:

forthemackerel

[ and, since the feelings were not elaborated on in the prior tag, he does feel more refreshed, not as heavy. between the combination of Doom pulling him out of that darkness and the soup from Life, he feels more at ease. it doesn't mean he'll be fine when he gets out, but right now, he feels like he can continue on. try to mend what is broken, or destroy the poison in the sea ]

Hold on tight to that feeling.

[ even if he doesn't know it, even if his own emotions are a mess, just from hearing her words, he can tell how important this is ]

From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

...

[She holds out the thermos cup, her other hand moving to her heart.] Hold onto it, huh?

From:

forthemackerel

[ takes it so he can drink a bit more ]

Mm. It sounds like a very precious feeling. Even if it might cause pain and hurting, it's still really important, right?

From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

...yeah, it is.

From:

forthemackerel

[ offers the rest of this portion to her ]

Then it's important to remember it.

From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

[She takes it and drinks the rest before putting the cap back on, holding the thermos back out to him.]

...all right.

From:

forthemackerel

[ takes it and dumps the thermos back into his sylladex ]

How... do you feel?

From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

...better.

[Now the mood whiplash and you're back in the Neighborhood, in front of a tall building.]

TG: thats the lab
TG: need to get on the roof
TG: theres a ladder down
TG: n also
TG: be a good friend

[And then it disconnected.]

[Which might be a bit vague except you can now also see a figure standing in between you and the building.]

[It’s Roxy. Standing there in a t-shirt, skirt, and leggings, her mother’s scarf wrapped around her. In her hand is a piece of glass covered in blood, her own clothes stained the same. Around her are bodies. The bodies of her friends and Rose.]

[She looks over her shoulder at you, and she’s smiling, but her eyes are empty. She turns to you, and perhaps you’ll realize the blood is HERS. She’s covered in jagged injuries, but nowhere vital. Those spots are covered in bands of tiamt-with-black, a vibrant red, and blue. She holds out the shard of glass.]

Kill me.

Edited Date: 2015-01-27 01:59 pm (UTC)

From:

forthemackerel

[ 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.

From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

[It is a depressing one.]

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

From:

forthemackerel

[ approaches more ]

Is that part of the Game?

[ to continue your suffering? ]

From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

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.]

From:

forthemackerel

[ 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?

From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

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.

From:

forthemackerel

Always? Is that really true?

From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

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.

From:

forthemackerel

[ 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.

From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

[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.]

From:

forthemackerel

[ 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.

From:

thevoidsdarkhorse

That-let go, you're hurting yourself!

From:

forthemackerel

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.