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@charadrxxmxrr
You and I we've been through this about a hundred times before But we'll make it through the night, and make it to the west coast shore
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Despite everything
@charadrxxmxrr replied: Chara bites at their lip, a little shy. “Just. I thought maybe you both would like a gift by next week. I have been trying to come up with ideas, is all.”
Vash's head tilts further as Chara explains their line of reasoning. "A gift next week? Why?" It's neither of their birthdays, nor any of the other larger holidays that immediately rattle of the top of his head. Was there something he missed... ?
" ... Oh!"
The cards-- the cards! he'd seen them the other day while he'd been out, finally starting to piece things together. The side of his fist comes down into his palm with the realization. The uptick in business at the florist has been at least slightly noticeable, but nowhere near as much as it does during Mother's Day.
"Chara, you don't have to get us anything. But we always love anything you make for us."
Ah! Seems that Vash caught on. Chara hums, still fiddling with their sleeve, before they glance away. they had managed to make a special breakfast for the two of them last year without arousing any suspicion, but it seems vash caught on this year.
“. . . I make you things all the time. I was simply hoping to get you something a little more special this year.”
“If you are worried about expenses, do not be. It is a special day for. . . for you.”
it feels like a lifetime has passed since i saw you.
[ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ?
[ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ?
MEMORY
If you knew Chara, you would expect an answer like ‘the memory of going over the plan with Asriel’ or ‘their memory of first waking up with frisk after they died’
but the truth is, the memory they come back to the most isn’t even an important one. It’s of being curled up with their mother, watching her knit and copying her. It was the first time they ever got to learn something that they wanted to.
AN INCONVENIENT TRUTH
That they crave companionship and love. Chara is struggling to be seen as ‘independent’, though they’ve accepted some bits and pieces of help from others in their time in isola.
the truth is, their desire to forever stay in a happy family like they are right now is overwhelming
📿 ?
📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to?
The prophecy of the ANGEL and the religion they learned under the monsters is something that Chara still observes, though exclusively in private these days. They don’t feel like they can share it with anyone — this connection to their old world — but it’s still something that’s important to them.
✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.
₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.
[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?
Kris and Chara Dreemurr you are both so loved...
send me ‘👀’ for something my muse has said about yours to someone else / when they’re not around.
Send me “ ☕ “ for my muse to drink tea uniquely flavored after your muse, and I’ll tell you what my muse tastes!
in addition, i may also add how much it would heal my muse depending on their relationship with yours!
inspired by deltarune chapter 2.
charadrxxmxrr said: “I thought,” a sniffle comes from them, despite how they try to hide it, “I thought you would be gone for good. Like Frisk, and Sans, and uncle Tonton.”
Susie felt her smile dwindle, threatening to turn to a frown at Chara's words. Spamton was gone too, huh..? She wouldn't say it, but normally, that would've.. probably made her happy to hear. Unfortunately, the guy had a lot of people here who loved him-- the same ones she did. So all she did was hug Chara a little closer, as she ran one of her hands over their head.
"Nah.. I'll always come back to this place, I think," but at her own words, her smile began to come back again. "Before I left, y'know that wasn't my first time here, yeah? It kinda feels like I'll always come back here, even if I gotta leave for a bit. 'Cause there's a hell of a lot of important people I can't leave behind that are always waiting for me."
"I'm sorry for scaring you, Chara. But you're not gonna lose me again. I promise."
“. . . You do not need to say that just to make me feel better. It is okay. I know you have to leave eventually. Everyone does.”
It doesn’t hurt any less to say that, but they have to try and recover somehow. Being vulnerable like this — it’s so — scary.
but the idea of Susie being gone is scarier. Chara buries their face back against her, and tries to ignore how their body shakes.
“. . .
. . . Welcome home, Susie.”
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gives them a flower crown Till made with red anemones
Chara tenses up at the sight of the older boy; their shoulders go stiff, like they’re expecting this to end badly. But . . .
“— !!”
ITEM: flower bouquet. Made with care.
“. . . thank you, but . . . why?”
Rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, Till gives a one-shouldered shrug with the other, his ears pink with embarrassment.
“Y’know... I just… didn’t feel great about what I said t’ ya before… Wanted t’ say I’m sorry. That it wasn’t right t’ be talkin’ to a kid that way. You were just tryin’ to defend your friend.”
Till didn’t feel bad about the way he’d yelled at Tenna, but they’d sorted it out on their own more privately, and Chara didn’t need to know any of that. It didn’t change the fact that their disagreement had been a very public affair, or what Till had said to Chara.
“I used t’ make these all the time for my friends when I was your age,” Till says instead, gesturing to the flower crown in Chara’s hands.
“Oh. I see. Thank you.”
The smile on their face looks disingenuous, but really, they’re just nervous. Chara handles angry grownups probably better than kids their age should. Really, they had forgotten the matter entirely — filed it under just another interaction that proved Chara wasn’t fit for talking with most people.
But he came to apologize. The child twirls the flower crown in their hand, humming a little.
“I made a lot of these for my brother. And I make them here, now, a lot. Though I have more people to give them to here, I suppose.”
"Whatcha up to?" He sits down by the kid, the Mistwood quiet this time of day. Seems like they're playing with something - maybe some snails. More than being interested in what they're doing, he's a bit more worried about them being in the woods this late into the evening.
"It's kiiinda creepy out here, huh?" He tilts his head back to look at the kid, a silly, spooky grin on his face. "Almost like the trees are coming to life, huh?"
"I'm guessing you live on the island. Ooor maybe you're a ghostie, too? Either way, I think we should be getting back. It's almost my bedtime, even!"
@charadrxxmxrr
Ah.
Yeah. Okay. Chara knows theoretically that they should be used to this — ‘this’ being ‘approached by grown strangers who they don’t know’ — by now, but they’re still startled every single time.
they are in fact playing with some slugs. They’re all splayed about on the ground. Chara is placing some in a Tupperware container — the ones that taste the best.
“Well. First of all.
Do you normally go approaching young children asking them all sorts of questions? Are you a kidnapper?”
They know he isn’t. They’re just being a little shit.
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