what ralsei does with her hands is so important to me
call it a pattern more than a hard rule - but often, whatever's desperate enough to be expressed finds its way into the hands. thought, coalescing into action. affection, pooling into touch. fear, stalling into hesitation.
which may well be why i'm so fascinated by the way ralsei stows hers at the back
kept like that, they're removed from the situation - too far back to reach or interfere, merely ever cinching around what was antecedently given
ralsei is the ultimate embodiment of hands tied.
the prophecy's "prince" from the dark, meant only to assist and interpret, never to do. then comes chapter 5, and - SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT! -
suddenly... her hands are everywhere...?
her hands help when she wants them to and clench when she doesn't
her hands twine with kris', guiding them both through a puzzle she would've ordinarily waited to see solved first
her hands push flowery away
they swat at him, also!
her fingers pluck up the drink vouchers, eyes gleaming at her favorite among them
they help themselves to a bit of cheese, purely on a whim of taste
her palms cast an offensive spell for susie, instinct overriding a lifetime of learned passivity
and... loveliest of all... her hands fall naturally to her sides. loose and comfortable. tasked with nothing whatsoever, only where they happen to be.
in the wake of it all, ralsei kneels by the water, palms pressed together, praying like begging, begging like praying - doggedly convinced this is the far shore of who she can be.
and if the water answers at all, it does so with a reflection. one whose hands protected and defied. the change plain to any with eyes.
…you'd think a prophecy would know a better knot than that, wouldn't you?
ralsei's none the wiser. ask her, and she'd vehemently insist she can't alter a thing - least of all herself. but why ask at all? just take a gander at those mitts; they tell you plenty.
save some faith and belief for yourself, too, princess
if the soul was reeaaaallly inhabiting kris this chapter then why was everything i had to say about flowery rapid-firing out RALSEI's mouth 🧐🤨🤨🤔🤔❓ curious, curiouser, yet curiouser...
flowey kills because he is still apologizing. he kills, kills on, and there is no third thing.
he had executed every stage, the full grueling span, except the one that would have made any of it worthwhile. failed at the altar while the sacrifice bled out in his arms.
flowey is sorry. he is so sickeningly sorry. and yet. the guilt is airless, futile - all he has ever been able to do with it is take the Step again.
he does the action over and over, past any rhyme or reason, compulsively, excessively -
like a child insisting, see? see? i can do it - i can!
until he is nothing but the plan's final act in vine and vein.
flowey gets to be everything that was "needed" of him. just. too late.
the death happened. and it cannot mean anything from there. the dead do not forgive. and it cannot mean anything from there.
the step is taken. forever and never, always and not. and it cannot mean anything from there.
it cannot mean anything from here. he cannot make it mean anything from here
Floweycidal!! Haven't seen you on my Tumblr for so long.....
ZARKA!! hello!!! riiiiight?! gosh, i've gone so MIA, sorry!!! just been swaddled head to toe in thesis work but!!! the end is near and in sight!!! sorta...
either way, floweycidal is graduating soon and society will have to take me back!!!
do NOT blearily watch the undertale 10th anniversary stream at nearly 5am on low volume because you WILL accidentally nod off and wake up to SPAMTON at grillby's
she alone sensed the minutest discrepancies in siffrin; that selfsame presence that kept them wary, watching themself. she'd get suspicious, peer closer - and by hook or by crook, she always figured it out.
which is funny, snort-laughingly so. because siffrin wastes away agonizing over the idea that one day the people they love will move on and never think of them again. all the while, odile's whole! blasted! investigation succeeds PURELY on the simple premise that siffrin is, quite literally and in every sense of the word, unforgettable.
odile remembers, will remember, has always remembered :-)
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