( that was a good question, and frankly she didn't want to get into the gory details of it to spare him, and herself of the pain. )
That woman...Dahlia had never seen anyone with powers. Being born to her, already a member and leader of the cult, made her position within The Order even stronger. So she decided I would be the perfect vessel....she made sure I believed too, by any means necessary.
( from being physically beaten by her into submission, to being bullied at school for being different, it was a painful era for her. silently, she set the bowl of ice cream down, now nearly empty and curled herself up on the couch, almost protectively. )
But by the time I was reborn as who I am now, she was far gone. The only ones that remained were those obsessed with bringing forth God. Vincent he...he saw it all go down and did nothing. He knew Claudia wanted to hunt my father and I down, and kill him so that I became angry again....became ripe and prime to give birth to their God again.
[ So it was a power trip, sorta. It explained why they wanted her originally (she was there, she had powers, and so it made sense), but not later on--why they had her and her dad fleeing them when they could've tried finding someone like her elsewhere.
Unless they were easy to find? Gorgug doesn't think about it too hard, since the story continues, and his brow is furrowed more of the happenings: how making Heather angry primes her for this birth? ]
Was it a god of anger...?
[ He could comment on her father. He will, but-- he feels like Heather might have more to say, especially since it sounded like something happened at the party. So he's leaving any real deep questioning, any comforting words, until it seems like Heather's finally done. ]
You're kinda right, but it was more like Dahlia and Claudia believed that a God born of anger and despair was the best approach to things. A God born of love...they didn't like the sound of that.
( and this is where whatever questions gorgug had about her father, would be answered. )
So Claudia had to make me angry, to try again. She sent a few remaining cult members to attack my father while I was out, for the sake of making me full of rage and despair. I...I threw the party because Vincent reached out to me to talk about his murder.
Gorgug reaches out, tentatively at first, but then committing and putting a hand on Heather's arm in a comforting gesture. It all clicks together, but there had even been an added purpose to the murder--a shitty decision regardless of reasoning. Maybe even more shitty, all things considered. ]
( the touch was a comforting sensation among the stress she began to feel from reliving her past. the details omitted, the depth of her suffering were all touched upon only at a surface level. she knew if she went further into it, it would bring her back to that dark time.
so she opted to focus on the real reason she was feeling down and the reason why she threw the party in the first place. )
Well no surprise, he's actually against God being born as he believes it should be in her own time, not that I care about any of that-
What he wanted to talk about was two things. One, to give me a seal to prevent myself from being used as a vessel ( again, she's going easy on the details. ) and for some reason tell me that if he could, he would go back in time to stop the murder of my father.
That just meant...he knew it was happening and he confirmed it. It put me in a pretty shitty mood to be honest.
[ Gorgug's nose wrinkles as he hears about Vincent's apparent plan--or if he could, but still, it leaves the same question in Gorgug's head.
He doesn't know the guy that well, and doesn't have much of an opinion on him--even now, he's not sure what to think, but- ]
Why do you think he said that? About your dad--do you believe him?
[ Is he something more than just some guy? Because he sounds like either that, or like he's up to something. Does he feel bad now, despite not caring to try and stop it before? If he did or didn't.
It doesn't make sense. Unless he knows something. ]
( by now the remaining ice cream in her bowl had melted just a bit, and her pet/friend had fallen asleep due to the lack of attention. she was still curled up on the couch but as gorgug spoke, she began to rock back and forth gently. a nervous habit, but she hadn't quite realized she was doing it.
it wasn't until he finished asking her those questions that she turned her focus on him fully. with a soft sigh she began to move her head side to side a bit in addition to the rocking. nervous, nervous habits. )
I don't know....I always got the vibe that he hated my dad. He used to get annoyed and even angry if I spoke positively about my dad. Maybe this place is making him less jaded or something but...
it's strange...he seems to not hate me as much anymore? I'm not sure at all what his angle is.
[ There's definitely softened ice cream in Gorgug's own bowl, the sweet treat secondary to Heather's story, to the girl herself. He sees her fidgeting, but he's not one to stop her--this is a difficult conversation. And this topic isn't easy emotionally, or understanding what's going on.
Gorgug listens, and he's still frowning, following her thoughts. ]
...he could be feeling out of his element. If all he's got is you as someone from the same world as him, and he's got none of his position that he had back home, or anything to fall back on...
[ That's one angle. Or- ]
...or he's thinking bigger? [ He looked away while thinking, but looks back at Heather. ] Did people believe in other universes where you're from? There's more people with magic here, there's more gods-- what do you think the kind of person he is? Do you think he's smart?
[ He's a guy who didn't care about Heather's life getting screwed over, but didn't want the god getting born early-- but what kind of role did he have? What kind of guy is he?
Does he actually know anything about finance, even? ]
( and gorgug was probably right about feeling out of his element. she can't claim to speak for him or know all of his motivations, but based on the conversations they had in silent hill, there was one thing she knew for certain. )
Manipulative and almost like a child at times in the way he behaves. I've told him as such, that he remind me of how a child lashes out when angry or distressed.
( simply comparing him to the current leader of the cult, claudia made him yell at her. )
I think he's smart enough to realize when to push and when to pull, in regards to our conversations. He seems to know enough to have made something of himself outside of the cult, but he still went back to it in the end. I guess...I feel sorry for him more than anything.
[ She feels sorry for him. Gorgug can figure why, though it takes him a second to figure how to phrase it: ]
'Cause he's a loser?
[ There's no intent to be funny, but--he went back to a cault, he can't get out of that, he's childish and manipulative, and he's probably got some weird thing about Heather now. Maybe he's even feeling something towards her now because she's some close link to his god. ]
( although he wasn't trying to be funny at all, the way that was phrased and how the words seemed to shatter the mood that was created by such a heavy topic, heather couldn't help but stare at him. she stopped fidgeting around by now, remaining silent before she finally did something-
and by something, she busted out in laughter. she hadn't quite analyzed too deeply why he was so suddenly worried about her and protecting her, while also taunting her, but deep inside she knew the answer. he most likely wanted to protect himself, prevent god from being born from her due to his belief on her coming in her own time, and wanting to keep heather from dismantling the cult completely. even if he was technically dead back home, he was alive here. she had no doubt he was trying to recruit. )
Sorry, sorry this is serious but....honestly?
( she paused briefly to breathe. )
It's all so convoluted and dark, all I can do is laugh at that. So thank you, it really helped me from feeling too bad or stressed about the whole thing.
[ He's confused when she starts laughing, blinking at her and wondering what's so funny, but--Heather looks so happy (it's a good-looking laugh!) that a smile does slip itself onto Gorgug's face, even if he doesn't break out into a laugh himself.
But the smile has reason to stick after she speaks--a little sheepish, but honestly? ]
Hey, even dark and convoluted people can be losers! The religious cult in my town were losers too! They tried to start a war with Heaven and Hell on Spyre!
[ Or something like that? He doesn't remember if he's right, but it's close enough. ]
The guy's a loser! It doesn't matter what dark past he had. He's like, what, forty? He's so old.
( while she didn't outright hate vincent despite everything that happened to her [and his involvement in it], she couldn't help but laugh even more at gorgug's comments.
truly they were just two teenagers dealing with all this heaviness in the best way they could- shit talking boring adults who weren't even technically that old. )
I had no idea you dealt with such craziness in your world, but given the magic and all that...it makes sense.
( as for vincent's age- )
I'm actually not sure how old he is, but he acts like an old fart sometimes, I wouldn't be surprised if he was forty!
( that was an excellent question. as of now, he had convinced her that it was in both their best interest to work together and so far it had worked out.
she didn't want to stir trouble for herself, and while misguided, she did feel he cared about her to some extent. )
As long as he isn't outright hurting me or pissing me off, I'll just work with him as peacefully as I can. He's a victim of that cult just as much as I am, and yeah he isn't the nicest person but...
I saw him die before me back home. Even he deserved better than that.
[ Gorgug wonders, but then--either he's misplacing the level of sympathy Heather has for Vincent, or he isn't. His feelings don't change, but even if they don't, neither does what truly matters: Heather's opinion. Heather's feelings. ]
You're compassionate. [ ... ] And I think you get bigger victim rights. [ A small nod. ] Even if he went through some stuff, too. You went through two lives' worth. That's a lot.
[ Again, he's not even trying to joke. He just thinks Heather gets to be higher on the victim scale. ]
( as she began to uncurl from her spot on the couch, she reached out to touch gorgug's arm gently, giving it a firm but re-assuring squeeze. where there was once sadness and confusion her face, she actually seemed to be....glowing. a positive wave filled up her spirit as she thought long and hard about her suffering and how wallowing in it never did her any good as alessa.
no she was striving to be a better version of herself everyday. )
I don't like to think of myself as a victim. I just....I just want you to know it's okay. If we let ourselves get drowned out by our suffering we just end up not doing much of anything. So I try and look at the bright side of things, and wish for a better future.
[ Gorgug looks at her hand when she touches him, and then looks up at Heather, curious. Listening, but-- he also understands it, he thinks. Well, about focusing on moving forward: that's the part the resonates with him more than giving grace to jerks who'd talk bad about his parents. ]
I get it. [ He has to think a second, but then, rather casually, ] I died one time too, and I had a lot of worries about it, but I think, if I just live my life the way I want to, that's the best thing to do. I want to be happy, and have a good life. With good friends.
[ So even if he woke up tomorrow and it turned out none of it was real, then--at least he tried to be his best self. ]
( well that was a shock and a bit of a wake up call for her. she had spent this entire time venting and possibly off-loading so much onto gorgug without asking him if he was okay or if it was too much.
when she thought about it, she really only knew the surface level things about him. none of the horrors or fears he had. )
You know, we have a lot of ice cream and chips left if you want to share what happened to you too? I mean, I'm here for you just as much as you were for me.
( not that he has to share by any means, it was certainly up to him. )
[ The concern comes at him like a wave--not hard, but it still washes over him, and it feels--wrong, immediately. And immediately, he makes sounds of uncertainty, slowly shaking his head. ]
It wasn't-- there wasn't a big thing to it, like-- [ He's waving his hands, trying to emphasise on the big thing. His head rolls, words pausing, thinking.
Because honestly? It's embarrassing. Parts of it. So, carefully, while still with a somewhat dismissive tone to it: ]
Someone summoned these monsters in the cafeteria on my first day at adventuring school, and I died. That was all. [ That was it. ] Then my principal brought me back, and it was-- he had to kill himself to do it, but me and my friend came back because of it... but other people didn't.
[ He hasn't looked at Heather through describing it, or only with fleeting glances; and he looks at her again, wincing slightly, shrugging, putting on this awkward air. ]
It's been a couple of years. He came back to life too, but- .... yeah.
( she said, a hand over his now to comfort him. she felt the same way about her own situation-
it was an awkward and embarrassing mess that didn't deserve too much of her focus and attention on. if she ruminated on it, looked too distressed by it all, then they would win. so she decided that if gorgug didn't want to put too much emphasis on it, then she wouldn't either. so she got up, taking their bowls and looked at him with a smile and a shrug. )
Well I'm glad you're alive, and they're alive, and I'm sorry for those who aren't. But you're here now, to eat ice cream with me. That's what counts, right?
( well maybe not so much if he missed his world, but at least people from his world were here. she knew that much. )
[ Gorgug doesn't mind sharing about his death. It's all the awkward emotions that can come from it that-- should be nice, and, he does appreciate that Heather cares, but... it also sucks, right? The how of why he died, even if he puts it in very basic terms, it's how he would want to go out even now: trying to protect his friends. Or people. They weren't his friends back then, but he was trying to help them take out the corn monster.
But he is relieved anyway, when she stands up. Gives him that break from having to focus on it too much, when nowadays, it's just embarrassing. It's cringe. He doesn't want to be cringe in front of Heather, he's been cringe enough times at it is! ]
Yeah-- yeah. I wanna eat ice cream with you. [ ... ] Or, we did, so, we can eat ice cream whenever. And we can get told to save our universes, and we can have good times, and then have really bad times.
And if we ever die again, [ because of course he's still going on, putting a hand over his heart!, ] I'll act exactly how you need me to. You know... if you need someone who's used to people dying and coming back.
[ This, too, is Gorgug trying to make a genuine offer. ]
( if there was any noble way to die, it truly would be through protecting a friend or two [something she would come to see soon enough]. for now though all she could focus on was how liberating this exchange had been for her, hoping it had been for him. it was like a large weight got lifted up off her shoulders and she didn't have to shoulder this burden alone.
was it all possibly for not? were vincent's warnings possibly true [that gorgug could just be manipulating her]? she didn't know the answers, but what she did know was that sitting on her couch was someone she now considered herself close to. someone who she had come to care for in such a short amount of time and knew she would do what she could for. so when he finished speaking, trying to get across an offer of helping her, she couldn't help but smile and reach out to give him a light punch on the shoulder. that was her trying to show him affection. )
Thank you Gorgug, but I'd prefer it if you didn't die again. It would make me really sad and I'd miss you, even if you did come back.
[ Really, he doesn't want to die! But when you die, you realise how easily it can happen. That it just does, and that's it. ]
I don't have a death wish, [ he decides to add--just so Heather can be reassured that he's not like that. ] I like living. Sometimes it sounds bad when you talk about dying, but I'm-- I don't try to die. But I get in a lot of fights, so it's sort of... something I'm used to? Happening around me, I mean. And I know it weirds people out to talk about.
[ Talking about casually, but there's a point he's trying to get to, slowly. ] But since you've died, maybe you... get it. If you ever want to talk about it, or what you'd do, or want to do if it came up.
It's not something I want to really think about....or at least I don't think anyone wants to think about. The only thing I can say with confidence is...
( and she's not trying to be dramatic or edgy by any means really. it's just when you've seen the face of death contorted and disfigured before you in the form of a monster who represented past trauma―
well it was hard to truly be afraid of anything anymore. really all of her negative emotions came from the loss of her father. in a way, maybe she was more scared of others dying. )
I'm not scared of dying as I am of losing people I care about. So no more crazy fights for you Gorgug, please?
( her words are more gentle, more teasing than the weight of such heavy words. yet she's being serious― even if it was something he was used to... )
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That woman...Dahlia had never seen anyone with powers. Being born to her, already a member and leader of the cult, made her position within The Order even stronger. So she decided I would be the perfect vessel....she made sure I believed too, by any means necessary.
( from being physically beaten by her into submission, to being bullied at school for being different, it was a painful era for her. silently, she set the bowl of ice cream down, now nearly empty and curled herself up on the couch, almost protectively. )
But by the time I was reborn as who I am now, she was far gone. The only ones that remained were those obsessed with bringing forth God. Vincent he...he saw it all go down and did nothing. He knew Claudia wanted to hunt my father and I down, and kill him so that I became angry again....became ripe and prime to give birth to their God again.
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Unless they were easy to find? Gorgug doesn't think about it too hard, since the story continues, and his brow is furrowed more of the happenings: how making Heather angry primes her for this birth? ]
Was it a god of anger...?
[ He could comment on her father. He will, but-- he feels like Heather might have more to say, especially since it sounded like something happened at the party. So he's leaving any real deep questioning, any comforting words, until it seems like Heather's finally done. ]
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( and this is where whatever questions gorgug had about her father, would be answered. )
So Claudia had to make me angry, to try again. She sent a few remaining cult members to attack my father while I was out, for the sake of making me full of rage and despair. I...I threw the party because Vincent reached out to me to talk about his murder.
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Gorgug reaches out, tentatively at first, but then committing and putting a hand on Heather's arm in a comforting gesture. It all clicks together, but there had even been an added purpose to the murder--a shitty decision regardless of reasoning. Maybe even more shitty, all things considered. ]
Why did he want to talk to you about it?
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so she opted to focus on the real reason she was feeling down and the reason why she threw the party in the first place. )
Well no surprise, he's actually against God being born as he believes it should be in her own time, not that I care about any of that-
What he wanted to talk about was two things. One, to give me a seal to prevent myself from being used as a vessel ( again, she's going easy on the details. ) and for some reason tell me that if he could, he would go back in time to stop the murder of my father.
That just meant...he knew it was happening and he confirmed it. It put me in a pretty shitty mood to be honest.
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He doesn't know the guy that well, and doesn't have much of an opinion on him--even now, he's not sure what to think, but- ]
Why do you think he said that? About your dad--do you believe him?
[ Is he something more than just some guy? Because he sounds like either that, or like he's up to something. Does he feel bad now, despite not caring to try and stop it before? If he did or didn't.
It doesn't make sense. Unless he knows something. ]
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it wasn't until he finished asking her those questions that she turned her focus on him fully. with a soft sigh she began to move her head side to side a bit in addition to the rocking. nervous, nervous habits. )
I don't know....I always got the vibe that he hated my dad. He used to get annoyed and even angry if I spoke positively about my dad. Maybe this place is making him less jaded or something but...
it's strange...he seems to not hate me as much anymore? I'm not sure at all what his angle is.
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Gorgug listens, and he's still frowning, following her thoughts. ]
...he could be feeling out of his element. If all he's got is you as someone from the same world as him, and he's got none of his position that he had back home, or anything to fall back on...
[ That's one angle. Or- ]
...or he's thinking bigger? [ He looked away while thinking, but looks back at Heather. ] Did people believe in other universes where you're from? There's more people with magic here, there's more gods-- what do you think the kind of person he is? Do you think he's smart?
[ He's a guy who didn't care about Heather's life getting screwed over, but didn't want the god getting born early-- but what kind of role did he have? What kind of guy is he?
Does he actually know anything about finance, even? ]
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( and gorgug was probably right about feeling out of his element. she can't claim to speak for him or know all of his motivations, but based on the conversations they had in silent hill, there was one thing she knew for certain. )
Manipulative and almost like a child at times in the way he behaves. I've told him as such, that he remind me of how a child lashes out when angry or distressed.
( simply comparing him to the current leader of the cult, claudia made him yell at her. )
I think he's smart enough to realize when to push and when to pull, in regards to our conversations. He seems to know enough to have made something of himself outside of the cult, but he still went back to it in the end. I guess...I feel sorry for him more than anything.
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'Cause he's a loser?
[ There's no intent to be funny, but--he went back to a cault, he can't get out of that, he's childish and manipulative, and he's probably got some weird thing about Heather now. Maybe he's even feeling something towards her now because she's some close link to his god. ]
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and by something, she busted out in laughter. she hadn't quite analyzed too deeply why he was so suddenly worried about her and protecting her, while also taunting her, but deep inside she knew the answer. he most likely wanted to protect himself, prevent god from being born from her due to his belief on her coming in her own time, and wanting to keep heather from dismantling the cult completely. even if he was technically dead back home, he was alive here. she had no doubt he was trying to recruit. )
Sorry, sorry this is serious but....honestly?
( she paused briefly to breathe. )
It's all so convoluted and dark, all I can do is laugh at that. So thank you, it really helped me from feeling too bad or stressed about the whole thing.
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But the smile has reason to stick after she speaks--a little sheepish, but honestly? ]
Hey, even dark and convoluted people can be losers! The religious cult in my town were losers too! They tried to start a war with Heaven and Hell on Spyre!
[ Or something like that? He doesn't remember if he's right, but it's close enough. ]
The guy's a loser! It doesn't matter what dark past he had. He's like, what, forty? He's so old.
[ Sorry, Vincent, but you're criiiinge. ]
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truly they were just two teenagers dealing with all this heaviness in the best way they could- shit talking boring adults who weren't even technically that old. )
I had no idea you dealt with such craziness in your world, but given the magic and all that...it makes sense.
( as for vincent's age- )
I'm actually not sure how old he is, but he acts like an old fart sometimes, I wouldn't be surprised if he was forty!
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Gorgug puts his mostly empty bowl onto the coffee table, all that's left is a small puddle of melted ice cream in the centre. ]
What do you want to do about him here? Are you...planning to ignore him? Work with him?
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( that was an excellent question. as of now, he had convinced her that it was in both their best interest to work together and so far it had worked out.
she didn't want to stir trouble for herself, and while misguided, she did feel he cared about her to some extent. )
As long as he isn't outright hurting me or pissing me off, I'll just work with him as peacefully as I can. He's a victim of that cult just as much as I am, and yeah he isn't the nicest person but...
I saw him die before me back home. Even he deserved better than that.
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You're compassionate. [ ... ] And I think you get bigger victim rights. [ A small nod. ] Even if he went through some stuff, too. You went through two lives' worth. That's a lot.
[ Again, he's not even trying to joke. He just thinks Heather gets to be higher on the victim scale. ]
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( as she began to uncurl from her spot on the couch, she reached out to touch gorgug's arm gently, giving it a firm but re-assuring squeeze. where there was once sadness and confusion her face, she actually seemed to be....glowing. a positive wave filled up her spirit as she thought long and hard about her suffering and how wallowing in it never did her any good as alessa.
no she was striving to be a better version of herself everyday. )
I don't like to think of myself as a victim. I just....I just want you to know it's okay. If we let ourselves get drowned out by our suffering we just end up not doing much of anything. So I try and look at the bright side of things, and wish for a better future.
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I get it. [ He has to think a second, but then, rather casually, ] I died one time too, and I had a lot of worries about it, but I think, if I just live my life the way I want to, that's the best thing to do. I want to be happy, and have a good life. With good friends.
[ So even if he woke up tomorrow and it turned out none of it was real, then--at least he tried to be his best self. ]
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( well that was a shock and a bit of a wake up call for her. she had spent this entire time venting and possibly off-loading so much onto gorgug without asking him if he was okay or if it was too much.
when she thought about it, she really only knew the surface level things about him. none of the horrors or fears he had. )
You know, we have a lot of ice cream and chips left if you want to share what happened to you too? I mean, I'm here for you just as much as you were for me.
( not that he has to share by any means, it was certainly up to him. )
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It wasn't-- there wasn't a big thing to it, like-- [ He's waving his hands, trying to emphasise on the big thing. His head rolls, words pausing, thinking.
Because honestly? It's embarrassing. Parts of it. So, carefully, while still with a somewhat dismissive tone to it: ]
Someone summoned these monsters in the cafeteria on my first day at adventuring school, and I died. That was all. [ That was it. ] Then my principal brought me back, and it was-- he had to kill himself to do it, but me and my friend came back because of it... but other people didn't.
[ He hasn't looked at Heather through describing it, or only with fleeting glances; and he looks at her again, wincing slightly, shrugging, putting on this awkward air. ]
It's been a couple of years. He came back to life too, but- .... yeah.
[ Awkward! ]
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( she said, a hand over his now to comfort him. she felt the same way about her own situation-
it was an awkward and embarrassing mess that didn't deserve too much of her focus and attention on. if she ruminated on it, looked too distressed by it all, then they would win. so she decided that if gorgug didn't want to put too much emphasis on it, then she wouldn't either. so she got up, taking their bowls and looked at him with a smile and a shrug. )
Well I'm glad you're alive, and they're alive, and I'm sorry for those who aren't. But you're here now, to eat ice cream with me. That's what counts, right?
( well maybe not so much if he missed his world, but at least people from his world were here. she knew that much. )
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But he is relieved anyway, when she stands up. Gives him that break from having to focus on it too much, when nowadays, it's just embarrassing. It's cringe. He doesn't want to be cringe in front of Heather, he's been cringe enough times at it is! ]
Yeah-- yeah. I wanna eat ice cream with you. [ ... ] Or, we did, so, we can eat ice cream whenever. And we can get told to save our universes, and we can have good times, and then have really bad times.
And if we ever die again, [ because of course he's still going on, putting a hand over his heart!, ] I'll act exactly how you need me to. You know... if you need someone who's used to people dying and coming back.
[ This, too, is Gorgug trying to make a genuine offer. ]
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was it all possibly for not? were vincent's warnings possibly true [that gorgug could just be manipulating her]? she didn't know the answers, but what she did know was that sitting on her couch was someone she now considered herself close to. someone who she had come to care for in such a short amount of time and knew she would do what she could for. so when he finished speaking, trying to get across an offer of helping her, she couldn't help but smile and reach out to give him a light punch on the shoulder. that was her trying to show him affection. )
Thank you Gorgug, but I'd prefer it if you didn't die again. It would make me really sad and I'd miss you, even if you did come back.
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[ Really, he doesn't want to die! But when you die, you realise how easily it can happen. That it just does, and that's it. ]
I don't have a death wish, [ he decides to add--just so Heather can be reassured that he's not like that. ] I like living. Sometimes it sounds bad when you talk about dying, but I'm-- I don't try to die. But I get in a lot of fights, so it's sort of... something I'm used to? Happening around me, I mean. And I know it weirds people out to talk about.
[ Talking about casually, but there's a point he's trying to get to, slowly. ] But since you've died, maybe you... get it. If you ever want to talk about it, or what you'd do, or want to do if it came up.
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( and she's not trying to be dramatic or edgy by any means really. it's just when you've seen the face of death contorted and disfigured before you in the form of a monster who represented past trauma―
well it was hard to truly be afraid of anything anymore. really all of her negative emotions came from the loss of her father. in a way, maybe she was more scared of others dying. )
I'm not scared of dying as I am of losing people I care about. So no more crazy fights for you Gorgug, please?
( her words are more gentle, more teasing than the weight of such heavy words. yet she's being serious― even if it was something he was used to... )
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