Sealed, but no longer

Is there something you yearn for? Is it worth sacrificing it all? [Archived]

[crimsonshouts]

what is your primary feeling in longing ?

heavy

                                             In longing, you feel heavy.

Your desire feels like a burden you’ve been carrying for too long. Your heart is a large weight in your chest, so heavy it brings down your shoulders and puts a bend in your back. You feel like if you were thrown into water, the weight of it would drag you straight to the bottom. It’s as if no matter what you do, you just can’t shake it or let it go. When you let yourself feel it, it’s almost suffocating, you’re drowning in desire, quietly. You unfocus your eyes and breathe out until the stream of air thins, a pang in your chest follows.

     The next breath is a sigh. You’ve been so patient, you feel you deserve something.

Your yearning pulls and pulls at you but you’ve tried everything, nothing left to do but wait. Once you’ve accepted this, you push the thoughts away, but the weight is still there. Sometimes you convince yourself you don’t even want what you desire anymore, you just want the weight lifted. But something says don’t give up.

                                                You’re too deep in love.

                                      Be strong my dear, stay determined.

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[crimsonshouts]

a puyo castmate? in this economy?

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perfectosky​:

He couldn’t climb into his head if he tried. But how did pity come into the equation? Was a kind gesture so rare and fleeting for him to that extent? Sig looked almost hurt looking down with him. He doesn’t want to think about that. He just wants the better for Aya and him both. That shouldn’t be too much to ask for. 

“I don’t know what you’re on about,” he said, “There’s no pity here. I just want you and me to be happy today. So do you?”

...Hm.

So that wasn’t it, then. Well, this shows that Sig is someone he could never truly understand. Despite being his other half, his thoughts and views on everything differ greatly from his own.

He supposes that’s a good thing. It shows their individuality (something he used to resist back then, with no success. He knows if they ever did fuse, it would never last.) Perhaps it was time to fully embrace that now. Better late than never, right?

Aya stays quiet for a moment, before letting out a small huff of amusement and standing up.

❝ Alright. I’ll believe your words, Sig. I’ll go along with whatever you plan on doing. ❞

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perfectosky​:

He really did say ‘Yeah, I do’ in earnest but Sig couldn’t help himself when another smile peeked. He feels like he’s letting someone in on a joke, or finally breaking it to them that it was their parents actually who were sneaking presents under the tree and writing Santa’s letters in cursive overnight to leave on the dining table. 

“I want to celebrate it with you.”

And he didn’t ask ahead of time what, or if at all, Ayashii commemorated housing his half of the soul in a body here since, well, since probably the last time they saw each other in the ruins. But Sig made sure to account for both: their birthday and his first-in-a-long-time mortal experience. 

“We should. I’m serious,” he piqued. 

“Because if it’s something like birthdays, Aya, then you’re missing out big time.”

❝ ...What? ❞

Celebrate with him? That’s the last thing Aya expected, and his eyes stay locked on his face as he processes his words. He assumed that they were just acquaintances, working together to find Klug and then parting ways if they did (or didn’t). There was always a sense of awkwardness between that, which made sense but was still stifling all the same. Despite his feelings about Sig at first, they’ve died down to a small acceptance. 

Things were out of their control, and being forever bitter about it won’t change a thing. It’s best to try and move on, one way or another. Life was cruel to him, that much he knows. But wallowing in his self pity and anger wasn’t the answer. 

But why was Sig opening up to him? Red eyes shift to the ground, trying to make sense of it all.

❝ Are you sure? I thought you were speaking to me out of necessity. I wasn’t exactly the kindest to you back then. ❞

All he had was a strong obsession with becoming whole again. The more he thought about it, the more sick to his stomach he got.

❝ You don’t have to do anything out of pity for me, you know. It’s fine. ❞

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perfectosky​:

It was Sig’s turn to look at him funny now.

“Good thing?” he said after Ayashii, “Yeah. Yeah, it’s a good thing alright.” He sat up straighter to better see if he was pulling his leg or not. If he was, Aya did a good job of hiding it.

Sig didn’t think he would be that unfamiliar with something like birthdays just on account of staying in a human’s (so Klug, among the many past owners of the record) company for some time. Or maybe he was, but didn’t value his own as much as humans traditionally do. And if that were really the case, Sig had something to set straight with him today. 

“Uh, just checking but, do you know what people do on their birthdays, Aya?”

Alright, so it is a good thing. That’s nice. Klug was never one to really make a big deal out of his birthday, so he can’t say he has much experience with what people do. It was unlike him, considering how loud and smug he could be, but he always wandered off and did his own thing. Often time he forgot about him completely, leaving the tome in his room. It is what it is.

❝ Not really. I know it’s a ‘special day’ or something, but I never paid attention to what they did. ❞

He shrugs and crosses his arms. He doesn’t like being out of the loop, but there was no use in lying about his knowledge. 

❝ Do you? ❞

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perfectosky​:

“Dunno if you know, but it’s my birthday today,” Sig rushes his point so as to avoid hearing an obligatory ‘happy birthday’. 

“- but we’re both the soul of one demon, right? So doesn’t that make today your birthday too?”

He puts weight on the knee closest to Ayashii, smiling into his fist.

❝ Birthday? ❞

Aya furrows his brows once he hears his words. Well, there really isn’t a hole in his logic, they both came into existence at the exact same time. He knows about birthdays, but he’s never really understood the importance of them. And of course, he never celebrated his own. Humans seem to make a big deal about them, that much he’s aware of.

❝ I... suppose? Is that a good thing? ❞

He’s not too sure on the boy’s feelings about him, so he either doesn’t mind it or probably hates the fact they share the same day. Not like he could blame him.

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perfectosky​:

Sig is sitting with his elbows over his knees, taking up as little space as possible from the bench and staring off but with something even he can tell was grounded more on focus than detachment. They got a look at the time earlier - blinking on storefront windows and overhead screens (or if he’d caught on earlier that Ayashii’s clock had practical use too, he would) but, today Sig just remembered it was his birthday. 

And probably Ayashii’s too, if it meant they really were the two halves of one demon. So it only made sense they should share a birthday. 

He decides to ask Aya for his input. 

“Hey, do you know what day it is?”

The question causes him to turn his head, looking at the other with confusion. 

❝ The 16th, why? ❞

He’s not too sure why there’s a significance to the date, so he continues to stare.

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–; starter for @perfectosky​

Alright, he knew that they were looking around for Klug and all, but he’s getting just a little bit tired of it. They’ve walked past the same buildings over and over, and they aren’t allowed to go farther than the city anyways. Aya lets out a huff and sits down on a bench, watching Sig look around with intense focus. He could almost be impressed, but his vague irritation sits higher than that.

❝ I’m going on a break. We’ve been here dozens of times now, I’ll be taking my time. ❞

[puyofever]

[labors]

am i bitter? yes. but do i try to move on and let go of past anger? well, actually, no

[memorygoround]

happy hydrangea day :]

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perfectosky​:

Sucks. Sig didn’t know how else to put it. When neither of them had the vaguest idea after so long why Ayashii was sealed to this fate - they can only begin to imagine now. And Sig personally thought he’d make better use of a body than him seeing as when it was in his care it usually goes underappreciated. 

He sleeps for well over half the day everyday and in the times he doesn’t Sig busies himself doing the bare minimum compared to everyone else. He felt an urge to tell him, that he wished they could switch places on the way home but Sig didn’t want to kill the mood again. 

Besides, it got him thinking, “Hey, what about Klug, and Amitie, and everyone else? If we’re here doesn’t that mean they’d be here somewhere, too?”

The mention of the others snaps him out of his dreary thoughts, and he grimaces to himself. Seeing more people from Primp could be either a good or bad thing. Good, because there would be more (somewhat) familiar faces. Bad, because they’re also stuck here and might not enjoy his presence too much. It’s not like he’d blame them, but it would still be painfully awkward for him.

❝ Maybe. Not everyone will follow us here, that much is clear. I’ve been in this city for much longer than you have. And there’s the issue with Klug... ❞

Aya crosses his arms and sighs. That’s a whole other issue he tends to worry about.

❝ Since I’m inhabiting his body, he will most likely show up with the Record of Sealing. Which means he could be laying around somewhere. I haven’t seen the tome at all, but it’s something I tend to keep in mind. ❞

And a part of him doesn’t want Klug to show up at all, due to the fact that he’d have to return his body to him. Going back to those chains, fully restricted from living and emotions... it makes him sick to his stomach. It’s a selfish desire, yes, but it’s one he cannot help. He has finally gotten what he’s longed for, what else could he do?

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faery-fire​:

At least a smaller weight was lifted for her. Amitie’s face went slack with the hint of a smile. But at the mention of ‘here’, it shocks her memory into remembering how they got ‘here’ - or for lack of how - and where they came from. And a rather strong case of homesickness sat in the pit of her stomach. 

“Right, Primp…” she mused bitterly. 

Amalthea breaks from an earlier tangent. She wishes her luck from the bottom of her’s and Amitie’s beating heart that they get home soon. And that, also, she has forgotten to mention after everything that they’re looking at her husband right now. 

Amitie scares the boy when she jumps. Seeing him affected to an extend, as he’d grown more animated in looking around for a threat or even Sig for all he knew because it’s not like things couldn’t get crazier after what he had to deal with today. 

Amitie’s hand goes up to point without the needed finger. Instead closing around her palm like she was still not sure how to handle the news herself much less share it with someone else. 

“You’re her… Wife?” It comes out more as an afterthought. But the both of them still caught on to it perfectly. 

Her sudden jump does indeed scare him, but he forces himself to calm down and not look so frazzled. There doesn’t seem to be anything dangerous lurking in the shadows for now, but you could never be too careful. He was about to speak up, but her next sentence causes his words to die on the tip of his tongue.

It’s almost like his blood turns cold, and his eyes widen in shock as he processes it all. His wife? Wait, what? That couldn’t--- no, that’s impossible. She’s gone now, isn’t she? Killed and reincarnated to become the girl he’s looking at right now. That’s right, this can’t be. But if that’s the case, why is his heart beating so quickly? Why is his breathing turning shallow? Despite the growing whirlwind of emotions he’s experiencing right now, he tries his best to keep a neutral face.

❝ ...What are you talking about...? ❞

His words lack the confidence and tone they always had, becoming meek and shaky. It’s not like him, not at all, but it’s hard to disguise. Aya is painfully aware of the fact that he’s out of his comfort zone, but this is throwing him for a loop.

[puyofever]

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aya birthday... soon...

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elementier​:

❝   it is no trouble at all.   ❞   sypha approaches as amicably as possible,   bringing a soft whirl of wind with her.   she stands close enough so that the proximity of heat can encompass them both,   but she ensures to maintain a certain level of distance.   at least here,   she maintains enough sanity to not intrude on their personal space   —   certainly anyone traversing the roads at this hour would not be looking for a close comrade.

but it still brings the question of why someone would be wandering at this time.   certainly the same could be said of her   —   but restlessness and the need for exploration make a sinister pair.   she doesn’t want to assume they have similar intents,   though on the off chance that they are in some trouble,   she wouldn’t hesitate to extend a helping hand.

❝   may i ask what you are doing here at this hour   ?   ❞

The woman doesn’t seem dangerous or completely off-putting, and he won’t deny the whirl of wind helped. She kept her distance, which he greatly appreciates, so he forces himself to relax and sigh. Being so tense all the time is a bad habit of his, but he can’t help it. The weird mystery surrounding this country sets him on edge. Aya never thought he’d miss Primp of all places, but the feeling is slowly gnawing at him. How annoying.

Declaring her as not a thread, he shoves his hands in his pockets and decides to finally speak up. Having some company was a bit nice, even in situations as confusing as this one. Hm.

❝ I wasn’t able to fully relax, so I decided to go for a walk. I would have gone earlier, but that would be considered risky. ❞

He looks a bit annoyed at that, knowing full well he would’ve strolled along regardless. But no magic, no useful weapon, purely using his fists wouldn’t do anything useful. Feeling so powerless ticks him off, it makes him vulnerable to anything and everything. Ugh, at the very least he should’ve gotten a sword or something... even if he doesn’t have a clue on how to wield one.