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somecanadianhipster replied to your post: somecanadianhipster replied to...
“And they say a closed mouth don’t give in.”
"...How is that line relevant?"
"Scott, I'm not keeping up with your little joke. Am I going to get an explanation at some point in the near future?"
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“And I’m known to be a real Nasty Man.”
"A-are these more... jokes that I'm failing to understand...?"
"Sorry, I'm really not the right person for you to use this type of humour on. Perhaps you should find someone else..?"
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“Naw I’m just playin less you say I can.”
"Thaaat's... a firm no."
"My apologies, Scott."
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“Mind if I touch it and see if it’s soft?”
"Of course, I object!"
"Please keep your hands to yourself!"
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“Got a sexy ass booty and yo ass look soft”
"W-what?!"
"P-Perhaps this is another cultural difference between us, but that song's highly inappropriate!"
KONGMAN IS CHAAAAMMMPIIIIIIIIOOOOOOONNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!
"It's not necessary to be so loud."
"Please tone it down, AJ Kongman."
TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT! TELL ME WHAT YOU REALLY REALLY WANT!
"I'd... like to know what's going on..."
"I... don't quite understand..."
somecanadianhipster replied to your post: Hey lil mama let me whisper in yo ear
“Tell you ‘bout somethin’ you might like to hear.”
"Uhm... I don't think I need to hear this 'something' at all..."
"...Is this a weird song of some sort...?"
YOOOOOO, TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT WHAT YOU REALLY REALLY WANT, YEAH TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT WHAT YOU REALLY REALLY WANT!
...Ex-excuse me?
Hey lil mama let me whisper in yo ear
"Wha--... Huh?
"B-But, Scott... I'm... incapable of being a mother."
open || broken knight
Estelle blinked, and then felt her face relax into a smile as she looked down at their linked hands. Flynn’s emotionless state had and was still bothering her, but that one small gesture had done a lot to boost Estelle’s determination. Flynn would be all right, she would see to that.
“Well, all right, Flynn… But please, don’t force yourself, all right?” She asked, trying to tell him that she was serious. She didn’t know why, but Flynn wasn’t totally fine just yet. It wouldn’t help for him to collapse at all.
“For now, why don’t we head back to town?” Estelle suggested, hoping that this would at least be acceptable.
Finally Flynn felt like he was doing something right again. Dealing with tears, knowing he caused it somehow, just made him confused. But if Estelle kept smiling, things would seem more normal again.
"Yes, of course, Your Highness. I'll do my best." With a small smile of his own, he nodded his head. It was a tiny grin to be sure, but finally one that came naturally to him. Slowly pushing himself unto his feet, he lifted her hand to pull her up as well, silently answering her question.
"Shall we go then?"
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“Flynn…” Estelle stared up at him sadly, before making a half-hearted attempt at a joke. “Didn’t follow the rules? I’m sure Yuri would be surprised.”
All joking aside, Estelle reached down and took Flynn’s hand, lifting it between them. “It’s all right if you don’t tell me… But please, Flynn. If there’s anything I can do to help, please let me know.”
Estelle wiped away her tears, tilting her head. “All right… If you’re tired, perhaps you’d like to head back to your village? You can get some rest.” The princess was still worried, despite what he had said, about Flynn’s well-being, and was anxious to have him relax or just rest. Though maybe he should eat something first…?
"Yuri?" It took the knight a small while to even reconnect his best friend's name with his face. Though in the end he was totally oblivious to the joke and only interpreted as a literal observation. "I guess he would."
Silently shifting his gaze, he blinked at their connected hands. The action only reminded him of how awkward he felt in his own body again. Slowly flexing his fingers around her own, the touch oddly made him feel a bit more relaxed, along with her words. Regardless, he still didn't feel up to discussing his own death. "I'm sorry, Lady Estellise. Maybe... later."
He had briefly thought about those options. "I..." He initially didn't care too much with what he wound up doing but the idea of falling asleep made him a bit wary. After all, coming back to life after dying wasn't necessarily normal, he could imagine it just being a fantasy. Whether he actually felt scared or not, he didn't want to try his luck. "... I want to stay awake for a while."
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“I’m just… tired.”
Hadn’t Yunoha said the same thing…? But in reality, she had been upset about having to kill someone. Her eyes had been bloodshot, bags pulled at the skin of her face, her pallor had been blatantly noticeable. She had proven through her tears that she was, indeed, still absolutely full of emotion, and so Estelle had been relieved to conclude that she was not a member of the crowd that seemed only half alive.
But now Flynn was repeating that line, with no trace of feeling at all, other than a slightly confused look. And Estelle desperately wanted her immediate thoughts to be wrong. She wanted to be incorrect. But her happiness had vanished the instant he had said her name in that unfamiliar, phlegmatic tone. It was a tacit explanation, and Estelle knew now that she had to face the truth.
Her tears were still flowing, but they were no longer due to happiness. “Oh, Flynn…” Estelle whispered. “What… What happened…?”
For a long time, Flynn just stayed silent, lips in a tight frown. Answering that question would've been simple enough, but he actually didn't want to recount the details of it all. Just thinking about it made him sick to his stomach. Saying it aloud to the princess would've been equally unpleasant. With a tiny shake of his head, he just dismissed the question. "I think it's better if I don't say."
"I just... didn't follow the rules for once." Though he didn't want to think about it, he couldn't help but rub at the back of his neck, checking to make sure the collar really was gone. It was definitely missing, but the check didn't bring him much relief. After all, he still wasn't normal. But that fact was saddening the princess and he couldn't let his own problems drag her down.
With a bit of effort, he look back at her with a weak smile, "But I'm alright now, really. So please don't worry."
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Surely Estelle’s eyes were tricking her. Because she had searched through the towns, looking into all of the faces that passed by, in hopes that she would find one of her friends. All of her searching had been in vain, and Estelle’s worry had deepened, becoming the greedy maw of a beast that plagued her heart and mind. Were they all right? Were they… Were they…
And today, her search had led her to the field of flowers in which she had woken up in her very first day in Arcadios. Estelle had been staring out across the sea of flora, vaguely wondering about why she was there, when a figure clad in blue suddenly rose from the field, interrupting the wide expanse of grass, leaves, and petals.
She recognized him in a heartbeat, but her mind didn’t dare allow her to believe it until she had watched him for another few seconds. Another few seconds, and then Estelle was running through the field, crying out his name again and again. The tears that pooled in her emerald eyes overflowed, dripping from her cheeks as she stumbled her way over to the knight, practically falling at his side, staring up into his dazed eyes.
“O-Oh, Flynn…! You’re here! Are you all right? Have you been hurt at all?” The princess barely restrained herself from throwing her arms around the knight’s neck, she was so happy to see him.
His memory was clearly out of sorts if he couldn't recall the face of his own liege within a second, but he couldn't even find it in him to feel guilty. Watching the princess sit before him with a blank stare, Flynn couldn't understand why Her Highness was so flustered and emotional. In the past, he would've reacted without a second thought, but for some reason he had no idea what to say.
"Lady Estellise..." He finally spoke, his voice monotonous and quiet. The knight knew he should be doing more, saying something comforting to still her tears. But he didn't even know why she was crying, the thought of him being the reason never crossed his mind. His expression turned slightly uncomfortable in his confusion and failure to understand.
With a small frown, Flynn decided just to answer her questions. "I believe I'm alright. I suppose I'm just... tired." He couldn't come up with a better reason for his inexplicable conduct. He couldn't even recognize his own emotionless state, but he could tell staying this way would upset Estellise.
"Please, don't cry, Your Highness." A weak and insincere attempt to replicate his former self. Would he normally even say that? Ugh, he couldn't even tell.
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Feeling a soft tickling upon his face, blue eyes struggled to flutter open in slow awakening. As far as he could tell, he was lying face down on a patch of grass, but every time he tried to open his eyes bright light forced them shut once more. It couldn't have been any earlier than evening, yet he still couldn't handle the low sunlight. It was as if he hadn't seen the sun in ages; he could only remember everything being shrouded in black.
Finally sucking up the pain, Flynn pushed his upper body upwards. The motion only proved how heavy and tired his body felt, but lying back down wouldn't help. Blurry vision finally clearing up, he could finally see he was surrounded by flowers, a vaguely familiar city visible in the distance. ...That's right, this was Arcadios, wasn't it? Normally, he would be more alarmed about how he even wound up in the middle of Polis' gardens, but he had bigger concerns. Shifting his body a bit awkwardly into a more comfortable sitting position, a single realization came to his mind.
"I'm... awake..."
No, that wasn't exactly it. The feeling was more foreign than simply waking up from a long nap. 'I'm... alive?' He couldn't recall fulfilling the collar's task so, surely, he must've died. The iron band was no where on his person, but the knight couldn't forget that flash of heat and light, that sharp feeling before everything became black.
...Yet here he was. Mildly confused, but alive.
For all his fear of death, it sure wasn't as permanent as he first imagined. It was almost laughable, but he was surprisingly devoid of any relief. Now that he thought about it, he wasn't even all that happy to be alive again. But his empty musings wouldn't go uninterrupted. Noticing the shadowy approach of another person, the knight slowly turned his eyes to the new figure.
"You're..." He mumbled; mind still too slow to decide whether he recognized the person or not.
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“Hmm..? You say that, but at the first sign of an attacker, you quickly drew your blade to defend yourself, did you not? You got serious, and even cut me, didn’t you? Then what if you were attacked again? Would you stand and let them take your life to save their own? Or would you try to negotiate? And let me tell you! People who are determined to kill will not be swayed by mere words. You’d only look like a coward. How pathetic!”
Hypocrite. That’s what she was calling him, though she said it differently than just spitting out the word on its own. Though he said that he wouldn’t be a murderer, if Lacie had been any more serious with how she was recklessly attacking him — if she had continued it, wouldn’t he have killed her to protect himself? Although the woman had her fair share of killing, it was all mostly to protect the toys she held dear. Jack, for example, when they had been attacked. She had easily killed them, messily ripping them to pieces and dancing the the blood-red rain.
—“How can you smile like that?”
Ah, surely this wasn’t the first time she had been asked this question. ‘How could you smile and laugh like that, while knowing the exact number of days you’ll have to live? How can you act like you don’t care?’
The words weren’t exact, but she had been asked that once upon a time. Even Jack. And every time, she would give the same answer. ”Oh, you see! It’s like this! And my, I’ve been asked this so much that it feels like I need to write it down to hand over, or I may just become tired of answering! But ah — once you’ve seen the world from every possible angle, once you’ve experienced all that could be, seen all the types of people there could possibly be — you’d understand, maybe! Though your logic may still differ, but I’ll tell you this: whatever I may be thrown into, whatever may happen in the future, the past, or the present. I simply.. ‘accept’ it, and move on, you see? Some things can’t be changed. And if I just linger on and fret over every little thing, what’s the fun in that?”
“Learn to live a little!”
Her words hit deep, asking every question he didn't want to answer. Flynn should've known he couldn't escape it for long. "That was... I-" Anything he could come up with just sounded like a petty excuse. Knights should only turn their swords to monsters and criminals; it was basic code among soldiers. Yet it didn't help him at all in this situation. If all the people battling were only trying to protect themselves, what was he supposed to do? There was no lawful answer and it killed him.
His cerulean eyes were drawn to the blood that dripped from his blade's edge. It was clear evidence to the both of them of his shaky resolution. With a small frown he spoke up once more, "I know I hurt you. And if it was anyone else... I'd probably defend myself all the same." More contradictions. He knew he was starting to sound like the nonsensical one here.
"I don't want to fight anyone. I truly don't, but I..." His voice trailed off, quieting to nothing but a small murmur. He didn't want to admit it, but there was more than being unable saving other people. The collar had renewed an old and hidden fear of his. An old phobia he should've long thrown away.
"...I don't want to die either."
It was a selfish confession. There was no heroic motivation behind his words, just a desire to live longer. Deep down, Flynn was terrified of death. Seeing so many important people disappear before him trained him to fear his own mortality. But Lacie wasn't upset by it at all. He could've killed her already and she didn't seem to care. It was like she was used to having her life on a short timer. But from what he heard she was worse off than him. It didn't sound like she was living much at all.
"So I should just give up? Watch what happens?" No, he couldn't do that. All his previous efforts would have no meaning if he just bought into that philosophy. "I can't just think like that."
♚ blood bath or blood shower ? [closed]
“Oh—!”
Finally he had reacted, blocking her sword and pushing it away. She could have easily used B-Rabbit to cut him arm off right then and there to stop his attack, but she simply stood there, smile remaining on her face as his blade sliced through, easily ripping the sleeve of her dress. When he pulled back, she did as well, smile widening and letting the sword slide out of her hands.
Though she wasn’t numb to pain, the sharp feeling of the sword cutting through the skin was more satisfying than anything. No, she wasn’t a masochist, but she liked blood. She liked red, she liked the metallic taste and smell of it. Lifting a hand to wipe away the blood, only to have more squeeze itself out from the cut, she would bring the bloody fingers up to her lips, cleaning it off with her tongue.
Ignoring the blood that continued to slide down her arm from her shoulder and staining and seeping through the light purple dress, Lacie looked back up towards Flynn, now unarmed and smiling, though she extended a hand toward him like a little child asking for candy.
“My name is Lacie,“ she would say this as if she had never provoked him at all.
“That was fun, so thank you!”
She would wait a brief moment for him to respond and shake her hand or ignore it before it would lift up, fingers curling and index finger pointing at his neck — at his collar. ”So! Does that mean you’re playing, too? Is that like, the player ticket or something! This game seems fun! A bit messy, but fun. Don’t you think so?”
She must have seemed completely out of her mind by how careless she was about all this. But ah, she knew what she was doing. She knew that killing, or being killed was a serious topic, but she didn’t like serious things — much. If she didn’t deem it necessary to act serious about, then she wouldn’t do it.
All he could do was stare at the woman as she reacted so bizarrely. In fact, she looked almost happy he had hurt her. Like that's what she wanted all along. With a wary gaze, he followed the movement of her hand as she touched her own blood. His ploy obviously failed. She was fascinated, not scared leaving Flynn as confused as ever.
The blonde looked mildly disturbed as she licked the crimson liquid off her fingers. He could tell he wasn't dealing with the average prim and pretty lady here, what with the sword swinging and baby talk. But this was a different brand of creepy he wasn't expecting. Staring blankly at the hand she offered him, he made no move to respond.
Was he supposed to trust her now or something? Like this was all just some strange test that he passed? She just wasn't making any sense at all. Though she had introduced herself, he felt less inclined to return the gesture. He didn't even feel comfortable in acknowledging the name she's given.
"I may have this... thing around my neck, but I refuse to participate, Miss." He spat out stubbornly. No, he was tricked by that stupid goddess before. He'd refused to fall for her cruel games again. Whether he's dead by the end of the week or not, he'd rather try his luck than lose face like that again.
"I'm not going to become a murderer." He swore, finally lowering his own weapon to his side. With a tired sigh, he looked back at her face. While he could be envious of her carefree attitude, he didn't appreciate how she was treating the entire thing.
"It's not fun at all. Surely, you understand what you're being asked to do. How can you smile like that?"
