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@bubonem
“Sorry, sorry, it’s late but...!”
He slams down a wide, velvet bound book. Alongside it would be a vividly red bouquet of roses, and yet he still placed far more emphasis on the book itself.
“Happy Valentine’s Day! Just...open that sucker up and you’ll see what I mean.”
TO: Gremlin @bubonem
FROM: Sigma K.
(1/3) 50% off for V Day
(2/3) [link]
(3/3) Your thoughts?
I’m alive
if you’d like to continue any of our threads, please like this post! I can’t begin to verbalize how sorry I am for my inactivity ORZ
bubonem:
He was warm – that was the first thing she thought, the first thing she had been able to think aside from the reiterations of that hallucination playing over and over in her mind. He was warm, and she did not want to let go of him. She wasn’t upset with him, not really. He would have been such an easy person to blame, but she knew that the one at fault was only herself.
She knew he was going to ask her that. Her head had come to rest near his collarbone, and her eyes remained closed even as she began to answer him.
“I saw… My family.” Family, no, but it was close enough.
“I saw Shiono… And then, my mother and my foster father…” Kuzen had been there as well, but he was even less a family member to her than her deceased mother had been. “They all chatted, so nicely… But something that nice, it’s not possible. All of them are dead.”
She paused, thinking of how to explain what she had seen next.
“The fire in the fireplace rose in the room, and my mother and foster father melted like wax dolls. Shiono, he…” He turned to ground meat. “He disappeared. And then, I just… I ran away.”
He’s silent — he’s at a loss, wracked with a quiet guilt. Her voice is soft, lined with a subtle vulnerability that manifests in pauses and dips. He grips her harder in response, resting his chin against the crook of her neck.
“I’m sorry,” he says firmly. “You didn’t deserve to see that.”
He pulls away from her and lets the door shut behind him. Sigma’s hand grasps hers yet again, fingers gently swiping across her own.
“I have a gift for you. It’s next to the tree.”
“Could I ask you to open it?”
“I was gonna say I accidentally took a 3 week nap.”
“But I’m pretty sure they just call that a coma.”
bubonem:
Her fingers tighten around his, a small comfort that Eto realizes she had been seeking. He spoke and she listened, taking another step closer, their bodies only a few inches from each other.
“No.” He wasn’t the idiot here. His reasoning, none of it was stupid or misguided, he had only wanted something pleasant for her – no, for Takatsuki Sen to enjoy.
But, Takatsuki Sen was not standing in his apartment in this moment.
“It hurt, yes.” Eto pauses, images of the product of Sigma’s wish forming in her mind. “You didn’t know, you couldn’t have… I’m not upset with you, it’s merely…”
Would he have made such a wish if he had known what she really was? Eto sighed.
“Those three, they deserve better than… what I saw. That’s…” Her hand squeezed his. “That’s all.”
Her hands are not soft, not rough; inexplicably cold and always firm. They tighten around his. He looks at her, brows coming together as his features soften.
Slowly, Sigma steps forward and brings his arms around her. His hands reach towards her back — tiny, isn’t she? He bites back a laugh for a moment.
“You can be upset with me if you want. It’s fine...I told you that already, didn’t I? To stop bottling things up.”
Fingers find their way to her pretty little head, and naturally, they proceed to comb through her hair.
“What...” his voice is faint.
“What did you see?”
bubonem:
When the door opened, when she saw his face, Eto lurched forward, nearly stumbling as she reached out for something – no, not something, him. Her hand reached his arm, and she left it there. He was real, he wasn’t going anywhere. Her shoulders sagged with relief, and she felt the warmth of Sigma’s apartment on her face.
Eto’s lips twitch into a brief smile at his words.
“I did.”
“… No, I’m not…” To say that she was not upset would be a lie; it was clear that she was rattled, she had made no effort to even and try and hide it with a smile of Takatsuki Sen’s. “I’m not angry with you.”
She stepped closer, knowing that someone as genuinely kind-hearted as him would have had only pure intentions. His only mistake was wasting them on her.
“Thank you, for thinking of me, but… But the dead, they ought to just stay that way.”
Her hand grasps his arm; gentle but not unwavering. Sigma’s eyes rove over her fingers, and his frown has yet to falter. Without warning, he takes her hand into his own. Her palm is warm against his own, but it’s shaking the slightest, tiniest bit.
“I’m an idiot.” He resigns with a subtle smile. “I’m sorry. I just...”
“Wanted you to have something, I guess...? Haha. It’s stupid but I just...I’ve lived a pretty good life, you know? That’s why I have something to miss, no matter where I go. I wanted you to...know what that was like for once.”
He pauses, and his gaze drops to their feet.
“But illusions are that exactly: illusions. So...I’m sorry. I didn’t think. I hurt you. I didn’t want to...but I did, didn’t I.”
bubonem:
How many minutes passed before she arrived at his apartment door? She was unsure, hardly noticing the time spent on her trek as she had with the snow falling on her person, her lack of a coat, and her disheveled appearance from falling in the snow.
Really, those things did not matter at all.
She knocked on the door, noting how easy it would be to just walk in. The lock was nothing to her strength, but no, no she couldn’t. Even if she wanted to, her hands were already occupied.
“… Sigma,” she called out to him, knowing he was there; she could sense him, smell him even from behind walls and a door. “It’s… Sen.”
He is sprawled out on the couch, bathed in moonlight as he rolls over onto his side. It feels like 3:27, maybe 4. Numbers are nothing when you’ve become a human clock.
Her voice is faint and yet it rouses him immediately. It is soft and stilted with exhaustion. “Sen?” Sigma calls back, springing onto his two feet and sprinting towards the door.
He wakes up when he sees her. His eyes widen, only to then droop with a frown.
It hits him like a train. No one appreciates an illusion.
“You...you saw something, didn’t you?”
“...If you’re here to throttle me, that’s fine.”
“Merry Christmas!”
“This is your first time celebrating, right? I thought you might wanna put up the ornaments up with me. We’ve got a good variety so...go hogwild!”
@digitalassistant
The moonlight filters through his blinds. His apartment is littered with screws and bolts, a silver star gleaming in the darkness. Sigma lets out a yawn and flops over onto the carpet for a moment, his eyes aimlessly wandering towards the ceiling as the gift wrap underneath him proceeds to crinkle.
His eyelids flutter and close, and he hears faint, warm laughter. The feeling in his hands is lost to the air around him, and the scent of grandma’s homemade hot chocolate wafts in his direction. Beyond him are the conspicuous, loud thuds otherwise known his brother’s footsteps. His mother yells, and his father lets loose his one and only smile for the year as he reclines into the couch.
“Two years, huh? And an eon to go.”
Slowly, Sigma sits back up, sleepily cracking his back with a tilt of the head. A full moon on Christmas.
Tch. Predictable.
✧
I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).
"I probably won’t miss you."
“Well damn. What’s gotten into your fur, Blasto?”
“And I fell in love instantly.”
“It’s probably nothing.“
“It becomes perfect when you learn to accept it for what it is.“
“If you see something, say nothing and drink to forget.“
"And you may find, as time passes, that you remember it less and less."
"Look, I’ve probably said too much."
"If you don’t hear from me again, it has truly been a pleasure."
"We are not history yet."
"You are safe now."
"You can let go now."
"We have nothing to speak about. There never was."
"I have chosen to not be certain of anything at all."
"There are many things I wish I could remember."
"I do not live but I exist."
"I don’t know if he listens to me sometimes."
"We can do this together, you and I."
"You don’t know what to say."
"I know what I saw."
"Regrets just bear us down."
"You are all to me."
"Think nothing of it; it’s forgotten."
"There—now you know. Has that filled an emptiness for you? Are you any happier now?"
"I have something of urgent importance to tell you."
"And for now, existence is enough."
"No, not you! Not you!"
"Please, stay safe inside."
"I just don’t believe violence is ever the answer—it is a question. The real answer is far more terrifying."
"We can get along."
"I’m coming in there."
"There must be something beyond this something."
"I will try not to be long."
"I don’t know where I am."
"I told you I would be back."
"I let that woeful beast live."
"We have each other."
"As with life, and as with all things, it will pass."
"Am I in Hell?”
“I am certain that there must be more to us than just us."
"Let’s not dwell on our corpse strewn past; let’s celebrate our corpse strewn future."
"I probably won’t miss you."
"Well, let’s just find out together, shall we?"
"And it’s just no good anymore. We can’t carry on like this."
"Nothing is real, I don’t think. Whatever; who cares?"
"When I die, I want to have earned it."
"The present tense of regret is indecision."
"The future tense of fear is either comedy or tragedy."
"I can disappear if I want to."
"And what if the void is not as void as we thought?"
"Time is weird; so is space. I hope ours match again someday."
"We should all be so lucky to set our own futures."
"I fear for what we know."
"I fear for what we don’t know."
"We have nothing to fear and never did."
"It is likely I will learn nothing from this."
"After everything that happened, I just wanted to see you."
"It is too late for us."
"But maybe you shouldn’t sleep in your home anymore. Just in case."
"Your sadness will know no bounds."
"Nothing will be the same."
"Nothing has ever been the same."
"When something is this weird, one shouldn’t assume to understand anything specific about it at all."
"Ignorance may not actually be bliss, but it certainly is less work."
"No one has ever known anything—not really."
"I don’t know much about anything at all, honestly."
"Everything is some level of probably, nothing is a promise."
"You don’t know, and so it might very well."
"Nothing ever really happens to me."
"Thanks, that means lot. Not to me, but your words hold a lot of meaning intrinsically."
"So it’s best just to stay away."
"It cannot give you what you need."
"Oh, you don’t even want to know."
"But it wasn’t what I thought it would be."
"I’ll be back as soon as I can."
"You have no idea how often it is just you and me."
"There always seems to be something upsetting you."
"It’s not that there’s nothing coming to get you; there’s everything coming to get you. But relax anyway."
"Don’t worry. All is as it was meant to be."
"It was meant to be lonely and terrifying and unfair and fleeting, don’t worry."
"This is because I am also slightly malicious. Sorry about that."
"Thinking about it now, nothing seems good, let alone perfect."
"And those imperfections in our reality are the seams and the cracks into which our outsized love can seep and pool."
"And sometimes we’re annoyed. And disappointed. And that, too, is a part of how love works."
"I just thought it was time for us to make a home together.”
Flower And Tree Language Prompts:
Acorn: What would your character do if they lived forever? Azalea: Who does your character wish would take better care of themselves? Bay leaf: What gives your character strength? Briony: What’s one time your character has helped a friend? Cattail: Is your character at peace with themself? Why or why not? Cyclamen: Who is someone your character has had to say good-bye to? Daffodil: Has your character ever had unrequited love for someone? Have they ever loved someone but held it in for any reason? Daisy: Four things that make your character happy. Edelweiss: Describe a time your character has had to be brave. Eglantine: Has your character ever had a wound or pain that didn’t heal? Fern: Does your character have any magical abilities? Foxglove: Has your character ever lied about something? Geranium: What’s one mistake your character remembers making? Gladiolus: What’s one time your character has stuck to their morals and convictions? Honeysuckle: Who does your character love like family? Heather: Who is someone your character wants to protect? Ivy: Has your character ever thought about getting married? Would they like it? Iris: If your character could send one person a message, who and what would it be? Jonquil: Has your character ever confessed their love for someone? How did it go? Jasmine: What’s one thing your character wants? Kennedia: One thing your character admires in someone. Kalanchoe: Is your character well-liked by their friends? Laurel: If your character could be remembered for one thing, what would it be? Love-lies-bleeding: Has your character ever done something even though they didn’t want to? Marigold: Describe a time or reason your character felt jealousy. Moonflower: What’s one dream your character has had? Nightshade: What is a painful truth your character has had to face? Nettle: What’s one person your character hates/dislikes and why? Oak leaves: Describe a victory your character is proud of. Oleander: What’s one thing your character should beware of? Pine: What is something your character wishes they could move on from? Poppy: What is something your character wants to forget? Queen Anne’s Lace: If your character could pretend one thing, what would it be? Quince: One temptation your character has had. Rosemary: What is something your character will always remember? Pink Roses: Who is someone your character has wanted to make happy? Red Roses: Who is someone your character has truly loved? White/Red Rose: Who is someone your character has found themselves cooperating with when they didn’t expect it? Sage: What is one thing they have learnt? Snowdrop: Describe a time they felt hope. Tulip: Has your character ever been in romantic love with someone? Are they still? Thistle: What’s one time your character has been angry and harsh with someone? Utricularia: Five things your character likes. Umbrella sage: Where does your character consider home? Purple Violet: Are there any topics your character dodges? White Violet: When’s the last time your character told the truth about something? Wallflower: What’s one time your character has endured underdifficult circumstances? Water-lily: What’s one quote from your character? Xeranthum: If your character died right now but could have one wish for the world come true, what would it be? Xanthoriza: What’s something your character has run away from? Yew: What makes your character sad? Yarrow: What would your character go to war over? Zinnia: Does your character ever miss their friends? Pink Zinnia: Who will your character always be friends with?
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berylune:
“Oh, I…”
She didn’t think he’d actually do this, to tell the truth.
“Um, I’m probably too busy actually. To uh, hang out or anything like that. But thank you…”
“...Well, okay...”
“You can text me if you need or want anything. I should probably get going now.”
berylune:
“It’s… alright. I’m used to it, after all.”
She smiled weakly.
“That doesn’t matter- I mean, it does, obviously to you, but… that’s not the point. All of that aside, aren’t we… friends? Or at least, we’re trying to be. I know I’m really… bad at all of this, especially right now, but I am trying. I don’t really have many friends, so… it’s a little difficult at times. But, well, I think when a friend has someone who makes them happy, they tend to share that with their friends. Because their friends will be happy for them, or they should be. Maybe… maybe I would have been if you had been the one to tell me. You could’ve introduced me to her and maybe we could’ve all been friends. But there’s not a history like that, is there?”
“Uh…I mean…I’m sorry, I am. I know I don’t have an excuse. I’d be more than happy to introduce you to the people I know. You’ve got a lot of great qualities and I’m certain that they’d like you but…”
“I have no idea what you want me to say. Just write me a script at this point.”
berylune:
“I didn’t plan on doing that! I was just… upset. Not really that you had feelings for her and not me, but that…”
“That no one told me. Not even he told me. He never tells me anything, you never tell me anything! Yet I feel like everything about me… Well, I’m just an open book. It hurts. Because it feels like the person I love, the person who’s supposed to love me, that he doesn’t trust me. But, it’s easier to be angry, and even easier to be jealous.”
“...I’m sorry. He and I...we don’t want you to get caught up in our business. But it makes sense that you’d be hurt...and it doesn’t make what I did any less fair.”
“I didn’t think to tell you because...well, I mean, he was the Sigma you were looking for, wasn’t he? The one that you came to love. I never understood why you’d need me in your life when he was already there. For the most part, I pretty much function as a vessel. It just doesn’t matter, you know?”
