𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍

𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒' 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑

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did I tell you guys someone thought Lyric was Asexual because they had Catholic Guilt

[yxngrou-m]

Lying on the floor

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-> Lays around with her.

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Went and saw Weapons w a friend today! Bro movie theater popcorn being $11 for a medium is highway robbery

[soulwrought]

" OHHH , OHHH ? THAT ISN'T WHAT IT IS ? "

" GOODY . I like knowing I'm consistantly approachable , interesting & disarming to others . rather unfortunate for you , though ... ! you don't look so good . what's wrong ------ ? "

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-> They really don't think that they're the person who can offer that kind of assurance, given how they speak to others, but they do not tell her she is wrong even as their arms bunch up around their torso.

"... ... I am just... ... not doing very well... with speaking and understanding others, is all. So I think, maybe it's better to not talk to anyone for the time being,"

[titlacahuans]

Fucking trips on them "What's your problem??"

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-> Continues laying there. Lump of lizard. Makes a vague noise in response.

[soulwrought]

ㅤ" AH -- ! ARE YOU ... SCARED ? You don't have to be scared ! I'm nowhere near as mean as most of the others , anyway ! "

@lunarscaled

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"... that's... not it, miss..."

-> No it totally is.

"... I'm simply strained at this time, is all."

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"... ... ..."

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𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘺-𝘵𝘰𝘱 .ᐟ

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Otrabiya! Lyric is still a cursed draconid hybrid and is the aspiring Lore Keeper of the last Titanboa alive, Dama of the Godswood, in the underground caves area

however they thought he was like way older and more withered than he actually is, so they're a little disillusioned that grandpa is kind of an oversized fuckboy. makes the job seem much less prestigious.

[mikroteros]

A LITTLE DISILLUSIONED THAT, GRANDPA IS AN OVERSIZED FUCKBOY, DO NOT DO TSU'DAMA LIKE THIS !

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the last of the legendary Titanboas and he's just some fratboy spending his days flirting around... ... tch... ... they left home for this...

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Otrabiya! Lyric is still a cursed draconid hybrid and is the aspiring Lore Keeper of the last Titanboa alive, Dama of the Godswood, in the underground caves area

however they thought he was like way older and more withered than he actually is, so they're a little disillusioned that grandpa is kind of an oversized fuckboy. makes the job seem much less prestigious.

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It's kissing Lyric time. Mwah.

-> Wife kisses wife kisses wife kisses

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wave , wave , wave ! wave , wave !

-> It's the one whose husband makes toxins. Wave politely to not be poisoned.

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-> They made their room in Las Noches into an ice box. It's snowing in here.

[cinghialefedele]

"No, no, I get it-- when I first was here, I remember being... scared... horrified... I was alone, and--"

He doesn't remember the details, but those sensations that lingered... there was pain. Lots of it. Hollows did not exist without consuming others. He was likely eaten, at some point, he can only assume.

"Well. I can remember it was very scary, being somewhere unknown, alone, surrounded by beasts larger and stronger than you. Not knowing what to do, and how things work...

If you're hurt again, I will take full responsibility. But I think this is good for you, socializing with people you wouldn't normally."

A careful step, and he crouches down near them. Lyric needed to grow, not be sheltered.

They say they'd stay if Tesla could be with them it makes his heart ache.

"I would, if I could, if it meant you were happy and safe... I wish there was some way to keep them from taking you..."

And he means it, even if only in other circumstances. If the presence of Hollows in the Soul Society wasn't such a controversial thing. If his devotion didn't keep him bound to Nnoitra's side, and he could leave Hueco Mundo behind.

"There's never a zero possibility. We might figure something out."

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"——if you take responsibility, what happens if someone hurts you instead? I don't want you to get hurt."

-> And by hurt they mean splattered into a fine red paste all over the floor for allowing Lyric to come to any kind of serious injury under his watch, which would then come full circle with enraging Nnoitra for the death of his Fracción, and then Lyric may as well be as good as dead from the get-go.

But they don't say that, because they're pretty sure Tesla knows and also because they are scared of saying it aloud and jinxing the idea. Lyric fidgets in place again and wishes they somehow had more hands to occupy themselves with, because two to ground themselves in this conversation is not enough——they instead keep looking around, and at their knees, and down at the floor and away from their book. It isn't like them to avoid eye contact with him entirely, but their discomfort is that overwhelming. Maybe he was right. Maybe they did need to be "socialized".

-> Their focus is caught when he kneels and their eyes go to him, trace gently his firm but handsome features and soft eyes. They think they could tell him anything and yet will not; cannot, because no one could really tell anyone everything, but they could wistfully think about it the same way they think about living a normal life far from here or ever returning home. Their teeth chew the inside of their cheek as they look at him and hope they don't look as skittish as they are, sweating from the back of their neck. The toes of their shoes rub against each other nervously.

"... Ulquiorra says he won't let them take me. But... I think I have to go. For the testing and stuff after awhile, and then home even if they're gonna kill me, cause I can't stay here..."

"... cause I'm not dead."

[samagwi]

"Shut your stupid fucking mouth, you wannabe know it all fucking bitch."

Each word is as venomous as they sound. He wants to grab them by the back of their hair and yank them backwards.

"Don't you ever use that useless mouth of yours to assume you know MY Fracción better than I do! I will kill your pretentious ass without lifting a god damn finger, GOT IT?

That fucking self righteous twink would probably piss himself with glee at the chance to call any shit that happens to you my fault. He hates me almost as much as I do."

He growls, low and hollow-esque. He wants to stomp on their tail, watch his heel punch a hole clean through it and listen to the skin and bone crunch and pop in his wake.

They don't know him.

They don't know Tesla.

They don't know Ulquiorra.

But they have to gall to spit their assumptions at him like they're some kind of expert. They barely even know where they're going on a GOOD day.

He wants to put them in their place.

But it's more trouble than it's worth.

"No. I was going to take you to one of the storage rooms where first aid kits are kept. Clean up the wounds and wrap them up. But fuck me for trying to help you out! Fine! You get what you want. I'm fucking leaving. You can clap and fuckin' cheer."

He stomps around them, picking up his pace to walk past them and down the hall.

"This thankless ass bull isn't worth shit. I oughta pluck yer fuckin' vertebrae apart like grapes.

Have fun, Doctor. I'd rather get chewed out for letting you deal with this shit on yer own than do something about it while you spit in my fuckin' face."

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-> They have to keep their instinct under control in response to his noises: it tells them to sprint, to kick and spit in his face. Tells them their only option is screaming and kicking. They choose spitting words instead.

-> The moment he has hit his limit, the anger of the wound eating at their side the same way his teeth seem to gnash in his mouth, Lyric feels their emotions come rubber banding back the other direction the same way they had before; Ulquiorra, and Celeste, and the last time they argued too———when they succeed in pushing the other away they are met not with relief but a sudden newfound feeling of anxiety, and they are not sure if that is better or worse than the feeling they were experiencing before. They finally stand still now, like he had wanted before. Just in time for him to intentionally go stomping past them, his anger so palpable Lyric cannot suppress how their skin crawls and their chest squeezes; they hold their breath in their mouth as they watch him come closer, his profile, and the shape of his back as he walks past. And again they feel miserable. Empty. Terrible and awful and God they really should just fucking die.

"———... ... ... Okay. Bye."

-> Is it that frail tone of voice again. Thin as a pane of ice held between your fingers, the meek voice of a lonely child which is barely louder than his clicking footsteps as he walks ahead of them. They try to lift one foot to follow and wonder if they should even bother. Maybe they really should just slump down here in the hallway and see if the bleeding stops; if it doesn't, then that problem will solve itself. At least they won't be suffering anymore. They won't be bothering anyone anymore either, or being a nuisance, and everyone who had ever said what a pest they were and been right will feel validated by their death. They drag a foot one step. They drag their other foot a second step. They watch him walk a little further as their wounds throb and ache. ... they lean against the wall, harder slumped. Watch him walk a little further until he turns a hard corner out of sight. Their blood leaves a fresh streak on the wall as they slide to the ground, red as they feel themselves shiver but they aren't cold.

-> It's fine... They won't die... they won't die... Count to 100, it doesn't hurt, they won't die... ( but who cares if they do? ) ... Somewhere around here is a storeroom with first aid. They'll try every handle with their bloody fingers until they find it in just a bit. They just need to rest...