he’s going to attempt to get up but everything hurts and he doesn’t want to draw much attention.
' Ouch? ' She asks, peering down at him.
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he’s going to attempt to get up but everything hurts and he doesn’t want to draw much attention.
' Ouch? ' She asks, peering down at him.
She meant not to speak those thoughts aloud, and to a child nonetheless, but her heart is tugging and pulling at her sanity. She is a mess, torn inside and bleeding where none can see and to say so, even to one who knows nothing of her, is a relief, a feather’s relief upon her insides. There is a smidgen of hope in her veins that if she speaks of it she might find an answer that will satisfy.
“Blood. Yes, I know of blood. It is essential in both life and death. And sometimes I hate it much.”
' If you hate it, does that mean you hate living? ' She abandons her game of hopscotch and regards the woman quizzically, yet with staggering intensity.
' Do you want to die? ' Brusque inquiry is masked with a tone of unalloyed innocence and curiosity. She nudges the pebble she had previously been using for hopscotch with the toe of her boot before kicking the rock into the distance.
out of character ;
in all honesty, you don't need to know anything about the game in order to interact with fran. only the demo of fran bow has been released, so there isn't a lot of substance in the canon verse to go off of.
the medicine will help you escape !!
☤ independent fran bow from the video game fran bow. ☤ fran suffers from gory hallucinations and depression. triggering material will be present and tagged. ☤ selective && private. ☤ multiple years of roleplaying experience. ☤ nsfw will be present in the form of blood/gore/horror. there will be no smut on this blog considering fran is ten years old. ☤ AUs are adored and the mun is always available to plot. ☤ mun is extremely lame and loves making new friends !!
' Can I play with your hair? '
It is as if she is tied together with ribbons. Red silk has been knotted around her bones to keep them bound, but the wind is tugging at her, pulling the seams apart. All it shall take is one harsh blow and she’ll be upon the floor, shattered like shards of a church window, shards of colored glass for her blood, parts of her thrown every which way and never to be replaced or put together again, no matter how much one shall use glue or pray for it to be so.
“What is the heart for, if not infinite pain? I wonder so.”
With her attention thrust betwixt a game of hopscotch and sudden existential musings, Fran isn't entirely sure how to concoct a response. Besides -- she doubts the stranger has directed the question toward her. Perhaps she's thinking out loud -- something Fran is all too familiar with. Balancing on one leg, Fran nibbles on her lower lip before jutting it out in a thoughtful pout. ' It gives you blood so you can stay alive. '
Power is in tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing.
George Orwell, 1984
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Send me a ✿ and my muse will react to your muse putting a flower in their hair ;
’ Oh !! It’s such a pretty flower. I shall wear it like a princess — the princess of the flower fairies. ‘
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Fran Bow Gets Larger, Gorier And Seeks Funding To Accomodate
’ ——what the fuck? ‘
' Shh! Don't say that bad, bad word. '
“Sing? What if I can’t sing?”
' I'll be the judge of that. '
nxymria
' I can see dead animals with my mind. '
”Well, I disagree. What are you going to do about it huh, kid?”
' You're being mean. '
❝ couldn’t tell ya, kiddo. but you got a long time ‘fore you gotta worry about that. ❞
' You don't know that. I could die right this very instant! Or the next instant. Unless you're a psychic -- are you a psychic? '
“Well, that’s no good. What’s wrong?”
' I feel floppy. Sleepy. & I just want to see what it's like.
but then I want to come back to life afterwards. '
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' I wonder how it feels when you die. '