⁽ ⁱ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ⁾⠀a song and a fate,

𝘢 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

[dialhearts-a]

moving blogs now! some of you have already been followed, and i'm currently in the process of following some other folks. the url is the same, so i should be easy to find── please don't take offense if i don't follow you back!

[quillheel]

@decaysate // x

KRIS HAS NEVER LIKED WINTER. in the weather's shift of changing seasons, the chill sinks in too deep, too quickly; the heat overwhelms too stark, too fraying. it's an imbalance that's been described to them as a ' human thing ' a thousand times over. even if it is, they decided young it's a pretty damn stupid 'human thing', but it's one that's been ever-present through their life with the Dreemurrs & the Holidays, the evergreen and the snow-touched, in parallel.

they wished however, with an abyssal amount of shame, that it was not so; now especially. as they rip off their gloves, december spearing them and body half too cold, half too warm, and only a few fretful yards from noelle after stepping out from school. the air rushed past their still-looping scarf; the time dressing inside enough to make them sweat under their layers, this frostbite-heatwave curse. panting like a dog, they only notice their proximity all too late, & red-faced, rescind away like a rose wilting.

sorry, they don't say, but do try to beam telepathically to noelle's mind, half tempted to go back into school altogether — well. if that wasn't more attention grabbing, anyway. — and settling to edge further away. not running. that'd be weird to do around a friend. ( a friend you haven't spoken to for years. is she still your friend ? )

it's not like it matters, though. you're already weird.

[decaysate]

there are a lot of things about kris that noelle has decided to no longer question; whether it be scaring her to near-tears or removing themself from her life, she's quietly accepted all of it. it's just how kris is, she'd justified to herself. even now, she isn't surprised at the way they're taking off their gloves despite the winter chill.

( removed themself from her life, but they still see each other around. they still see each other around, but they're not as close as they once were. they're not as close as they once were, but they know too much about each other to be true strangers. noelle wishes that she could find them weird and move on, but she doesn't—— she can't. how could she? )

❝ do you, um ... want me to hold onto your gloves? so that you can take off your scarf. ❞ red faced and half buried into the fabric, they remind her of a brilliant red apple—— she tries not to wilt at the thought. ( much too fond / much too familiar for where they stand. ) instead, she smiles, even if it falls a little flat. ❝ it's not like i have anywhere else to be right now, fahaha ... ❞ oh, it sounds so pathetic. she averts her eyes out of shame, finding the surrounding trees much more appealing.

[rt0001]

he's not sure what had been the original cause of his irritation. that this had been approved without his knowing? that definitely hadn't helped. that they had promised to keep that kaiju behind extreme security while extensive research was conducted, only for her bastard of a father to turn around and force them to bend according to his will? or that she seemed perfectly content with the outcome? ❛ there's a lot that i’m pretty pissed over, but we don't have the time to get into it all. more than anything else, i just need to ask you something. ❜ there's nothing to his features, as expressionless and uncaring as the day they were first properly introduced. ❛ do you think you've earned it? ❜

[decaysate]

of course—— narumi gen only cares for results. maya isn't surprised that this is the question he asks first, has long prepared herself for it ... but whether he likes her answer is out of her control. ❝ in our division alone, you and shinomiya-san have excelled far beyond the expectations of the defense force. in order to be able to work alongside the both of you, i cannot let myself fall behind. ❞ narumi had pushed his weapon to new heights. shinomiya had ended up being compatible with multiple. their feats were miracles in and of themselves, and oh so very humiliating for the prodigy. how envy clings to her every being—— how useful it is to propel her forward. ❝ i am the next strongest member in our division. there is no one else that could be part of this experiment but me. ❞

[decaysate]

i love the fun gang's dynamic and while i do ship kris/susie/ralsei i am hesitant to write more romantic stuff between them on this blog. mainly because their friendship means the absolute world to me, and also because my headcanons for them may not exactly align with everyone elses

[sunhalf-a2]

@decaysate / susie & ralsei!

"Can I...take a look at your hand?" His voice is fragile / wilted, somehow. She doesn't need him / she can heal herself ( what good is he, what good is he, what good is he if —— ) , and the wound would have fled when she returned to the Light World. But he just — he can't —— her kindness / her blood on his cheek / her hurt and willingness to endure it to erase the ending that damns them all. HIS LIES. It echoes in his skull, stings and aches and throbs like a bruise that won't heal. "I know it's silly, I just..."

[decaysate]

she'd told kris and ralsei, once, that she hated people who don't tell the whole truth. people who leave her in the dark—— who whisper behind her back—— susie hates people who can't say it to her face. but this, what ralsei had kept from her ... it's a different kind of hurt. a quiet, sad kind of hurt. as long as there's any pain i can take in your place, i'll be there, okay? ralsei had smiled as he said it against the brunt of the chilling wind—— like it was natural for him. like it was the easiest thing in the world. his secrets aren't born out of malice; susie can't find it in herself to hate him. how could she?

( sometimes, she looks at him and feels her heart constrict under the weight of how good he is. )

his hand, clenched tight into a fist to stop its shaking, relaxes. even with the numbing pain, the rivulets of warm blood, he offers it out to ralsei with a laugh. ❝ you don't have to be so shy about it, dumbass, ❞ he says. the insult falls flat when she says it so fondly, when she smiles so softly. ❝ here. and, uh—— sorry, about the blood on your face. ❞

[decaysate]

@rt0001 —— he should have known. when she had accepted kikoru's prowess without a word, when she had congratulated her on her promotion—— he should have known that tendo maya, of all people, would not have stayed idle. ❝ is something wrong, narumi-san? ❞ she can take a guess. the meeting, perfunctory as it was, had made the force and her father's plans clear. if narumi is looking to dissuade her ... perhaps he should stop pushing himself to the limit first. ❝ i thought you'd approve. is it because you weren't told earlier? for that, i apologize, but the project required the utmost secrecy. ❞

[decaysate]

noelle loves her sister, but she’d be lying if she said it was only love. a very small part of noelle resents and hates her sister for disappearing— for leaving her, and for making life in the holiday home much worse. carol’s emotional abuse has heightened, and with rudy in the hospital, noelle is facing the brunt of it. a selfish part of her wishes dess was around so they could commiserate; a jealous part of her wishes she had been able to escape instead.

she’s well aware that these feelings are irrational, but she can’t help it.

[decaysate]

@soulcaging, blood and darkness : ❝ it’s over. i’m sorry. ❞

she must be stupid. ( she must be childish, wishing for better days. ) noelle exhales onto her fingers with the vain hope that it will harm her up, cease her nonstop trembling—— she feels like a child again, clinging onto her sister’s arm and hiding her face into the crook of her elbow, waiting for the movie to end. now more than ever, she wishes she’d simply wake up. yet her dream-turned-nightmare won’t let her go. yet her sister is no longer with her.

—— but it’s fine. it’s fine, right? because she’s getting STRONGER. she doesn’t need to cry into her sister’s arms anymore. she doesn’t need to be afraid. noelle clutches her chest and feels her too-fast-heartbeat, wills it to slow down, tells herself—— tells herself if it’s only a dream, then it doesn’t matter. she didn’t really freeze all those monsters—— she didn’t really freeze berdly——

( oh, god, berdly. she couldn't bear to look at the chunk of ice left behind in the alley way, didn't want to risk seeing his face contorted in pain—— his limbs frozen in agony—— why on earth did she do it? what did he do to deserve that? he'd never meant to truly be mean to her, he'd been annoying but nice, well-meaning most times, kind underneath his persona. she'd chosen kris, who had once abandoned her, over berdly, who walks over her—— what has she done? what has she done? )

—— but it wasn't really berdly, right? it's—— it's not real. when she wakes up, he'll be there as always, asking her for help with homework. noelle inhales, exhales, until the chill numbs her once more. ( a mother's touch, a sister's absence. ) her hands fold one over the other, blood pooling between the crevices of her fingers as thorns dig into her skin. see? she's okay. she's fine.

she's stronger.

when kris' voice comes to her, muffled and distorted ( like it's coming from underwater ), it's almost too faint for her to hear. she turns to face them, their stiff form highlighted by the lights of the city—— no matter how much she squints, she can't make out their expression. their shadow is too dark, too long. when they speak again, the sound is grating.

* it’s over. i’m sorry.

❝ ... ‘ sorry ’ ? ❞ noelle smiles, stretched too thin across her face and strained around the edges. what a familiar kind of act; how many times has she worn this exact smile, kept this exact distance ... how long has it been? ( since they stopped being kids. ) her heart aches; she squeezes her eyes shut. her hands tremble as red stains the sleeves of her white shawl. and still, she smiles.

❝ kris, what's there to be sorry about? ❞

[decaysate]

if noelle is damsel/hea coded then i think susie is nightmare (a tender heart— who only knows how to hurt, who craves companionship and only knows it via violence) and thorn coded (specifically, the route where the long quiet and thorn put the past behind them to escape).

[decaysate]

❝ Noelle Honey Darling Sweetie Gravy Do You Like Your Room ❞

❝ I Put A Lot Of Effort Into It ❞

@sunhalf.

[decaysate]

@lostctrls, starter call —— it’s not fair, is it? how breathtaking her dream had been. her heart constricts with the weight of those memories; susie’s appearance had been nice, hopeful ... but it’s different with kris. it’s bittersweet. ❝ um—— ! ... hi, kris. ❞ the setting sun feels heavy on her shoulders as she lingers by the gate to her house—— what is she waiting for? a smile? a conversation? ( ... anything at all? ) ❝ sorry for falling asleep on you today, fahaha ... after i invited you too! um, maybe we can work on our projects some other time. ❞

[jurbily]

i think she would have stretch marks that look like a technology type pattern

[decaysate]

@cagesoul, starter call —— it’s ... how many years has it been? since kris has been in the holiday home. even the presence of susie isn’t enough for the feeling to go away, the weirdness of it all so ... present. noelle tries for a smile, even if it's awkward and stilted. ❝ dad sometimes—— sometimes talks about it, you know. about how he misses hearing you play. ❞ the piano looms from the other end of the dining room. she doesn't look at it. ❝ he always thought you were really talented. ❞

[decaysate]

saw a very interesting tweet that pointed out that while tenna is a horrible boss (and better as an entertainer more than anything) the reason why his employees stay isn’t out of fear, it’s really out of love. they care about tenna, but he’s been barreling towards self destruction after being “abandoned” by the lightners that it’s ruining all of his relationships. something something, tenna taking his current friendships for granted because he’s so obsessed with being in the limelight.

i think it’s easiest to see with the weather couple, because they’re some of the only named npcs we have— and they’re very clearly friends with tenna! he compliments them (and they blush— weathertenna when), he calls them old friends and pleads with them not to leave him, they’ve obviously been working together for a while. it just makes it so much sadder to see their friendship fall apart.

[ambrellaexists]

He keeps winning

[decaysate]

@atechalk, starter call —— ❝ kris, i don't think i can eat this. ❞ that's a lot coming from him, huh? but as susie stares down at the cookie in his hand, he really doesn't think he could do it. ❝ it's just ... it's so lancer. ❞ they boy's face smiles up at the two of them, as goofy as ever, and susie just ... can't. ralsei's weird habits must be rubbing off on her—— she wouldn't have minded yesterday, when she'd first made a stand with lancer to sell them, but now ... ughhh. ❝ you think i could keep him safe in my fridge? ❞

[decaysate]

* 𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁. a multifandom multimuse curated by naminé; featuring noelle holiday of deltarune, spoilers ahead.