Silas, a quiet but caring person at heart. The guy you've been eyeing since the day you joined the PEIC group. It's been months but there always seems to be something missing.
LOL pls don't hate on my writing it's been years since I wrote smth. SORREY FOR THE OOC. SORREY FOR THE BAD GRAMMAR !!
Your summer with the PEIC group went by in a flash. Recorded some videos there, laughed with friends here, but yet you feel like there is always something missing. You always felt like this, even from your childhood. Your usually silent phone receives a ding while you rush to finish your essay due in an hour.
and right around 11:59, you finally submitted. A rushed thesis, a messy analysis, and evidence that does not support your claim . . . sounds about right for you!
You closed your eyes and rubbed your forehead before finally reaching out for your phone, which was lying on your laundry filled bed. Three notifications from Silas, but you only see one message from him. Did he delete his messages? You wondered. His text reads, "You got time tonight?" Considering it's currently 12AM, you asked why.
About 10 ? No, 15 minutes has passed since he read your message. You fantasized about what he might need from you. Maybe he wants to confess his longing for you. Funny. You snapped back from reality as he finally finished his thought. "Need that hoodie you borrowed from me the other day. Come by my work now."
No need to keep him waiting. You stood up and started sniffing your clothes from your bed, wondering which ones are clean or dirty. Well, fortunately for you every piece of clothing in your bed was actually clean! Glad you didn't end up with the same hygiene as Cain. You put your hoodie on, grabbed the keys, and locked the door. Silas shouldn't be too far from your place so you just walked. You put your precious earphones in, while listening to the playlist you made for Silas. You knew you had feelings for him the moment you saw him in chat. Don't know why, or how but you kinda just vibed with it without really asking about his personal opinions about you.
There was Silas right by the door, locking up for the night. You snuck up behind him, with the intention of scaring this tall man. Which did not go well for you, you feel embarrassed. Before you could say something, he pressed something cold on your forehead, "Chocolate milk. Your favorite; there was some left in the back before I closed" He says in a raspy but caring tone.
You can't help but flash a hint of redness in your cheeks as you reply, "Oh, y-yeah thanks haha," you cleared your throat and grabbed the drink from his cold hands. "So what did you want me here again?"
He eyed your hoodie, "That's mine". Even his voice made your heart melt. Again.
"Yeah here you go-" You were about to bravely take off your hoodie right in front of him before he interrupts, "Ahem. Let's head to your place first."
You nod but gosh, this feels like a date for you. Walking in a somewhat comfortable silence standing side by side, while he walks you home. Wait a minute. Why did you need to walk to the bakery if he was just going to walk you back home anyways?!
You interrupted the comforting silence, "Why did you make me walk all the way to the bakery?"
"I wanted to see you. Just you." He smiled a bit, but it was night so you did not know whether he was blushing a bit or not. Either way, you felt like a void in your heart was filled. Something that was missing from you has been returned. It was maybe the feeling of being appreciated by others, or mainly Silas. There was another comfortable silence between you and him. Mainly because you finally found what's missing from your heart. It was with him all along.
TO BE CONTINUED!?
AUGHH I'm sorry if its corny or cringe I tried my best hohoho will probably continue if I get the motivation ahsdgkasjhd its 3AM rn hahdggfshkd
(in which you feel lowk maternal towards your hike partner ๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) : 1410 wds : cain being cain + empathy towards cain : i apologize in advance idk how to write cain dialogues.. and i havent't written anything in a couple years so it might have an awful flow but trust the process ig.
You didn't bother looking back as you shuffled your feet through the overgrown weeds till you reached a lit up gas-station.
The image of blood dripping down his fingertips was engraved in your mind as you walked towards the store. Your first thought was that he had cut himself during your hike through the woods, but the calm look on his face made you question what your eyes could clearly see.
The store was mostly empty, shelves and customers alike, but you could feel all the attention in the space had shifted towards you. You couldn't blame them, you had crept in straight from the woods in the middle of the night, panting like you were being hunted.
While pacing through the store, you managed to catch your breath. Even though you knew the cut wasn't deep, your panicked heart wouldn't settle, he was still losing blood. Spending time with Cain meant noticing things such as his constant indifference to pain. Whether physical or psychological, he had always found a way to mask it, act like he was lucky enough not to feel it. But you could tell.
Despite the lack of items on the shelves, you couldn't seem to find anything medicative. Everything seemed to be sorted in an illogical manner, forcing you to disorganize the already confusing setup.
"Did you come here to make a mess?" His voice played softly against your eardrums, yet the proximity made your body recoil-- a quiet gasp escaping your lips.
Your eyes darted down to his hands immediately, only to find them stuffed in his pockets. You glanced back up to meet his eyes, watching as his lips parted ready to retort, but your sudden turn to an opposing aisle kept him quiet.
"Are you still bleeding?" You asked cautiously, expecting another dismissal of your concerns.
"You shouldn't be so afraid of blood. The mortal body is prone to bleeding, and the pain is natural." He pulled his injured hand out of his pocket, a mix of darkened dry blood crusted against his skin and the wet trace of fresh blood building up along his index finger.
A deep frown contorted your face as you looked at his blank expression, "You can't say that and act like it's nothing. If it's so natural, allow yourself to feel it."
Just as you were on the verge of giving up, a lonely red box at the back of a shelf caught your eye. Before he could pollute your mind with his empty words once more you grabbed it and rushed to the counter. To your surprise, as you stood there waiting to pay for the first aid kit, he stood quietly beside you, hands shoved in his pockets, seemingly already submitting himself to be treated.
You grabbed the box and made your way out the door allowing him to follow behind. Once you were both out of the store, you took a deep breath making a sharp turn in his direction. His eyes widened for a second, caught off guard at your head-on provocation.
Without a word you extended your palm towards him, inviting him to be in your care. You tried to seem stern about the matter, but your eyes could barely hide your worry. He let out an annoyed sigh as he pulled his hand out of his pocket, placing it on your palm hesitantly.
You held onto his hand carefully as you examined the wound, glancing up occasionally to meet his tired eyes, searching for any hint of discomfort before proceeding. You let your hand glide gently across his hand to focus on his finger, leaning closer to assess the reality of the situation.
"What are you doing?" His voice cut sharply as his finger shifted slightly out of your grip. You met his gaze with a confused frown before looking around you for a better place to settle.
"Let's go to the light, I can't see how deep it is." You nodded your head toward the streetlights beside the store.
As you led him to the side of the convenience store to reach a direct light source, you noticed his expression grow more pensive, eyes fixated on the ground before you.
You settled yourselves down on the pavement, your body turned to face him still unsure of what he was thinking. Shifting your attention away from him, you opened the kit taking out the necessary supplies.
"Can I?" You pointed to his hand, nestled in his pocket.
"You can stop acting like it's a fatal wound." The corner of his lips curved up in a smug smile as he pushed his hands deeper into his pockets in refusal.
"It could become one if you don't let me mend it," you reached out your hand for him once again "I promise I'll be gentle."
He turned his face away avoiding your gaze, reluctantly placing his hand in yours with a deep sigh. A soft smile crept up on your face though you tried to hide it.
The cut wasn't as light as you thought but it wasn't deep enough to cause panic, so you did the little that you could. His bloodstained hand trembled subtly at your touch, subconsciously preparing himself for the sharp pain to come.
As you soaked a cotton ball in alcohol, you looked up at his face, angled away from you as his lower lip slid between his teeth, biting on the soft flesh.
"Take a deep breath, it will pass soon." You brushed your thumb rhythmically on the back of his hand, nodding along as he followed your instructions.
His voice tightened as the cotton reached the open wound, a soft groan escaping his lips from the burn. You passed the cloth carefully over the cut a couple times, the sound of his deep breaths echoing in the background. Before you could lift the swab for a last swipe, you felt his hand grip your wrist, holding onto you tightly enough to stop any movement.
He only turned slightly towards you, but the look on his face made you more nervous than ever. Not because it felt any more threatening or unwelcoming than the usual, but because it was neither of those. A hint of rose splayed on his cheeks, and he gave you this helpless look pleading quietly through his softened gaze, lips parted open with an unspoken plea.
"It... hurts." He mumbled loosening his grip on your hand, and shifting his focus elsewhere. You whispered back a quiet apology, applying ointment to the open flesh before wrapping his finger in a tight band-aid to completely stop the bleeding.
"All done." You smiled as you sealed the tape shut. He pulled his hand away from yours immediately, scanning the wrapped finger for something to comment on.
"How inconvenient-" He stopped himself before going further into his critique, instead he watched you tidy the tools back into the box. You met his stare with a puzzled smile, tilting your head as he began to speak once more.
"You wasted the night on such an insignificant matter. The midnight murk is long gone." He let his head fall back slightly resting on the wall behind you to stare at the brightening navy sky above. For a moment, he shut his eyes taking in the fresh air, letting in the early morning bird's refrain.
He looked at peace, oddly enough, despite the constant furrow in his eyebrows, and the agitated corners of his lips itching to say more.
You mirrored his composure, eyes shut, soaking in the morning dew. A few beats passed before you realised you were plunging into a deeper slumber, blinking your eyes open you realised you were the only one on the ground.
Cain towered over you now, his hands both shoved in his jacket pockets, hair dancing in the breeze as he looked down at you. A shiver washed over your body, though you were unsure whether it came from the wind or the cold blank stare that weighed down on you.
"Thanks... though I can't promise to return such... care." He didn't sound grateful, barely audible from the ground where you sat, but he made sure to flash that smile, just lopsided enough to tease you.
"Keep your eyes ahead, it's not quite daytime yet." He turned away before you could respond, leaving you there as he walked off.
hello!! I have a song recommendation for Genesis’ playlist! It’s called, “Cool ka lang” by prettier than pink ! Please give it a listen, and thank you :,)
OH PERFECTTT i've added it to her playlist!! thank you so much <33
It's not a favorite of mine either, when authors make their characters get together if the MC doesn't romance them, but its their game. My personal stance as a writer is that if your game has romance options for the MC then they should be interested in the MC. Otherwise, why would they be a romance option? And whenever I've thought about adding options for the ROs to romance each other (because a small amount of people are interested in this) I am usually stuck because just because these characters know each other and are part of the cast doesn't mean that they'd be interested in each other romantically or physically.
i agree with you! it's always a little disappointing to me when an author makes the romance options to end up together if you don't pursue them. i get that it's their game and their vision, but it often feels like it cheapens the romance routes for me...
my personal stance is pretty much the same as yours! making that trope feel natural and believable is surprisingly hard, and so far i haven’t seen anyone pull it off in a way that clicks for me. that said, people are 100% entitled to write whatever they want, however they want! whether it’s keeping the love interests exclusive to the mc or exploring connections between them, it’s all valid as long as it serves the story they’re trying to tell. i just know for my own projects i’m keeping things focused on the mc’s routes hehe xD
since cain seems to be somewhat misogynistic, i was wondering if he has homophobic (or hateful towards any group of individuals in general) views as well?
please feel free to skip this ask if it feels weird or uncomfortable ( •̯́ ^ •̯̀)
yes, cain absolutely carries homophobic views. it's not an excuse at all, but a lot of it stems directly from how he was raised and the extremely rigid worldview drilled into him
patriarchal systems and the environment he grew up in demand total conformity, anyone who deviates from that "norm" gets treated as a threat. because cain was conditioned to survive inside that system, he turns around and does, indeed, perpetuate the same hostility toward other groups... in the vn, the fact that this is a cycle hurting everyone it touches (even the people it was designed to benefit) is something we will def approach/discuss much, much later on
all of the edits on tiktok are superrrr cool but please remember to credit fanartists properly in the description/caption! (like mentioning their usernames n stuff) ♡
obviously you don't need to credit me if you use the in-game art LOL, but adding the game hashtag would be neat. i love to repost them!!
Ufufufufu kept listening to Lotties playlist and got myself so sad, i need my beautiful princess happy forever
Cw : None, just a tiny drabble for miself
Lottie × gn!reader
This is not beta read, if u find any mistakes no u didnt
Thinking of nothing but lottie when i listen to cinnamon girl and imagining her after a long day and you besides her. Maybe it was a rough day at her school, maybe her family was just too much today, maybe her cup just got full. You dont know and you dont pry to know for now. Not when she is like this.
Thinking of those brilliant green eyes glazed over in exhaustion and tears she stubbornly keeps back as she tries to miserably smooth over her expression and failing. Thinking of her eyebrows pinched together tightly and lip wobbling in silence as she tries to power through it, she cant let you see her like this— she cant. What will you think if her if she cries over absolutely nothing?
Those clouding feelings boil over and a sharp inhale rips through her making her realize she was holding her breath while trying to calm down.
That sharp noise is all the all the sign you need to finally move closer to her, shoulders bumping together gently, making her finally look up at you and the sight shatters your heart in half. The glassy eyes, her cheeks burning in embarrassment, the clenched delicate jaw.
You reach out slowly to pull her in a soft embrace, one of which she can easily break free from or push you away at any point.
But she doesn't do either and instead freezes up, every limb locked in place and thats somehow worse, you immediately think you fucked it up and you are ready to move away and apologize but to your surprise she turns to embrace you even tighter. Its warm, its soft, its right being in each others arms. You feel her clutch at your back and you move to cradle her head so she is fit snuggly against you.
She doesnt really cry, and if she is crying you cant really tell from how quiet she is. You wordlessly will run soothing circles on her back and rest your chin against her dark hair. It goes like that for a long time.
