my favorite thing ever is immortal characters getting stabbed/disembowled/otherwise fatally injured and treating it as like a v minor inconvenience like “dammit not again fuck”
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we're not kids anymore.
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my favorite thing ever is immortal characters getting stabbed/disembowled/otherwise fatally injured and treating it as like a v minor inconvenience like “dammit not again fuck”
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She hadn’t expected to wake up. Not after the last thing she remembered was losing control and becoming a monster. After that, everything was fuzzy, vague. It hurt to try and think, and Jericho groaned as she tried.
“Don’t push yourself,” a voice spoke calmly, one the pale-haired knight recognized.
Glancing to the side, she pushed herself up anyway to look at her mentor better. “Guila, what happened? How am I…?” Alive. That was the word she was looking for, but couldn’t speak. Still, it didn’t need to be, as that was probably the only word that would finish that sentence.
Still, the other female looked over at the door, almost as if she wasn’t sure how to answer it. Which brought up the question of where the hell were they anyway this time, but before Jericho could ask it, Guila answered. “The sin of Greed destroyed the monster, and saved you.”
Ban.
“Why…?” was the only word that could escape before the door opened. Speak of the devil, and he appears, wasn’t that the saying? Well, it seemed to be the case here.
The necessities to sustain actual life had faded from him. At first, they were subtle, the little differences as his mortality fell away from him. A clear, perhaps bored-stricken mind would remember, but as he went about his days he would forget the little things -- to eat at certain hours of the day when his passed self would have whined and stolen for a decent bite to eat, or a cold glass of water to quench his thirst. Like a the persistence of a phantom limb, he would feel the pang of need for these things that he did not truly need.
It all fell away from him, and wasn't altogether necessary unless he reminded himself to keep the habit. Which, often, he did not. Mere luxuries, things he entertained but did not require to go through life. Those years of imprisonment were enough proof of that.
Hydration was needed for proper healing. Or some such shit, Guila had reminded him, as he went about retrieving a glass of juice (because vitamins, or something?) and a snack for the once-knight, only to catch the last of the exchange.
The door was edged forward with the tip of his boot, an audible creek following the action. His guess was as good as any at what exactly the "why" of her question was referring. Guila's presence was the best for her to see upon waking, but his was the only one that could answer that.
So, with a hooded expression, and shrug of his shoulder as he set down all that he had retrieved, he answered in the only fashion he saw fit.
"You said it yourself -- you're my responsibility, aren't yaa?"
"I found my home, it’s you."
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Today on Roxy Kills Ari with Ship Feels
[2:23:23 PM] Nuka!!: I just imagined them holding each other.
Comfortable.
And her whispering "I love you"
And him slipping and saying "I love you too, Elaine."
[2:23:53 PM] Aribby: ..... Well, fuck.
[2:24:04 PM] Nuka!!: Welcome to Hell
[2:26:18 PM] Aribby: She'd have to go. Like, she wouldn't want him to see her break down, acting like such a /girl/. Because that's always been a negative thing for her, and just... Fuck. It'd hurt her so much, and she wouldn't be able to fight it because Elaine's /dead/.
For you I'll always wait.
And the ⊰ ωιи∂ѕ ⊱ that вℓσω r e m i n d me of what has been and what can ▋ N E V E R ▋ be.
ℱorever
is a L O N G ⌛ тιмe ⌛
to spend
✂ ░ ░ alone ░ ░
The Good Life - Three Days Grace
did you go around stealing every stuffed animal in the kingdom?
These.
These are my bitches.
She is the days I CAN'T get over
I don’t care if heaven won’t take me back. I’ll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe. Don’t you know you’re everything I have?
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I am able to ship a lot of things -- A LOT (Hell, I ship Ellie with Hendy). But one of the ships I can't see is Ban x Diane. Because despite their differences and bickering, Ban and King are friends. And while the only two that measure up in his heart are Mel and Elaine, I don't believe Ban can ever see her that way due to King's obvious feelings for her. Ban, in his own way, cares a lot about King. After all, despite King's previous judging and all, King is Elaine's brother. What matters to Elaine will matter then too to Ban.
So far I'm feeling Hauser and Hendricksen tbh.
And I'd give up ℱ o r e v e r to touch you 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to ℍeaven ✞ that I'll EVER be And I don't wanna go home right now
first of all fuck you.
second of all Stay With Me.
[/CLAIMS "IRIS" IN YOUR ABSENCE~]
Ale Label Collection Stuffed animal Collection
Ban collects things. Some things that may be utilized to pass time (the prospect of immortality is quite lonely sometimes after all), others out of sheer boredom and spur of the moment desires, but the driving force of it is simple: he wants to have something to show for himself, a token of something to show Elaine when she comes back. She enjoyed his Ale Label Collection the first time, and he wants to be able to show her more things, so he's making up for their lost time together by collecting things.