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[inablinkgone]

‘She didn’t do anything wrong. Yelling will only upset her, and she doesn’t deserve that.’ Till forcibly reminds him, pushing down the anger that’s bubbling up in him. Unfortunately, there isn't anything he can do about the way his indignation shows on his face, nor the way it blunts his words.

“They sold ya a load of bullshit,” he states in the calmest tone he can manage. “Even the strangest guys I know still deserve love an’ friendship. An’, not for nothin’ but, they’re way weirder than you. I’ve met a lot of bad people in my life, an’ I can maybe count on one hand how many deserved t’ get treated the way you got treated. What they told ya is wrong anyhow.”

Till turns his sketchbook around to show his completed sketch of Namine: she’s working diligently on her own sketch, wearing that tiny soft smile Till had caught earlier. She looks warm and kind. She looks like any other teenager. Till’s expression softens.

“See, that just doesn’t look like a witch t’ me.”

[madeupxmemory]

Namine isn't sure what to feel about Till's words. She's never really heard anyone speak like that in regards to how the Organization treated her. She wants to tell Till that he's wrong, and they were right.

After all, she can manipulate memories.

Then Till shows her his completed sketch and any argument she has dies in her throat. He made her look like any other girl. Namine feels her cheeks get wet, and she starts trying to blot her eyes.

"T-thank you, Till," she says as her voice chokes up from the sudden emotion.

[edgedwing]

Namine. It sounded familiar enough. Maybe she had been at one of the parties he went to?

"Sorry, it doesn't." Maybe this place was messing with his head again. Too many things have been happening to him to the point he felt like there were gaps in his memory.

"My name is Sephiroth," he introduced himself. She had given her name, so it was only polite to give his own. "I'm sure we've probably seen each other around. There have been some parties and events that I've gone to."

[madeupxmemory]

Sephiroth's name did seem familiar, too, but Namine had no clear idea where she heard it before. Then he brought up all the recent parties lately...

"I was at the Valentine's Day Ball that recently happened," the blonde answered.

"It is nice to properly make your acquaintance, though, Sephiroth."

[theridian]

@madeupxmemory flower-picking time...?

          rocky didn't understand what was happening on the island, really. despite all the time he'd spent around grace, he still wasn't a scientist, and he definitely wasn't an expert on human ( or human-adjacent ) biology. plus, there wasn't exactly a surplus of people he could ask. and so he wasn't shy to admit that whatever was happening was a mystery to him. because rocky was still pretty sure that humans weren't supposed to be growing flora from their skin, and that's what... seemed to be happening here.

     ❝ You are okay... question? ❞ his whistling notes were tentative, one claw lifted up hesitantly as if to help the girl somehow.

[madeupxmemory]

Namine touched the forget-me-nots on her arm, before giving the curious rock creature a smile. "I will be okay," she says gently.

"I just have to wait these out, i think." Namine doesn't know how long, so she didn't tell the rock creature that. Another forget-me-not blooms.

"Thank you, though."

[sunsage]

@madeupxmemory flowerful starter for you

Nimble fingers weave the short stems together, stringing them into a long chain. The flowers all seem to be coming from him, as evident by him picking a cypress vine off his shoulder when he reaches the end of the chain and attaching it before connecting the two ends.

It looks like he's been at it for a while now, given the few crowns that already lie in the grass around him. Doesn't look like he's running out of flowers any time soon either.

"Doubt a lot of people would want a flower crown after all this." He nudges one of them towards the girl, "You can have it if you want to."

[madeupxmemory]

Namine had been watching the monkey person make the crown for a minute. It was quite the feat to make one so fast. Quietly, she accepts the flower crown, unsure of if she should put it on or would it mess with her forget-me-nots.

”Thank you, mister.” She says softly as she gently places it on her head. “I think it looks really pretty.”

Namine settles in the grass next to the flower crown maker. “Will you teach me? I don’t know how to make flower crowns like that.”

[anghexescu]

@madeupxmemory

He really likes this place. It reminds him of the small village back at home. It was always filled with flowers that were in full bloom. Not the kinds of flowers like these cherry blossoms, but they had been pink and peach, and they had such a heavenly scent to them. A shame that the small village is no longer running with people. It had been destroyed not too long after his, Morriss, and Miyena's visit. He remembers, back then, he wanted to show Aurelius.

[madeupxmemory]

There is, next to the angel, a small blonde girl holding out a hand to catch a falling petal. She stares at it in awe, as if she has never seen anything like it before.

She turns to the adult, and holds out the petal. “Do you know what this flower is called?” She asks softly. Namine wants to know the name before she goes to draw it.

[hollowfaith]

She's very quiet, a trait that Aurelius favors as he releases the box without comment. Glimpsing her attempts at him, however, does capture his attention enough for his eyes to linger.

Then it's the sketch floating up in the air between them then next moment so the angel can have a closer look.

"Is this...me?"

"Why would you spend time on a sketch like this?"

[madeupxmemory]

Namine flinches away a little as Aurelius brings up the sketch. He didn’t look upset, but she wouldn’t take any chances.

She fidgets in her seat. Namine forces herself to speak, in case her hesitation makes him upset.

”Y-yes,” she says softly. “I wanted to practice drawing people reading, and I saw you…” The blonde trails off. “I’m sorry.” She offers a beat later, as if she had made some mistake.

She feels like she did.

[hollowfaith]

@madeupxmemory ໒꒱

Something about her feels familiar...but no, they shouldn't have met before. Perhaps he was recalling another soul who had the same quiet vibes, one he hadn't sensed in a long while now.

So Aurelius is content to stay in his place, seated on a park bench with a random book, until a gust of wind blows through the place and scatters the pages of the girl's sketchbook as well as upending her whole box of colored pencils.

Blue-green and red-orange stop in their tracks before hitting Aurelius's face; following them, the other pencils freeze as well, suspended in mid-air. Then they obediently line up and return to their places in the pencil box, which then floats back to the girl who was sketching on her own.

"You dropped these," the angel says simply.

[madeupxmemory]

Namine only has time to grab her papers, unaware that the gust of wind took her pencils. Until they are returned to her.

The blonde girl looks up at the angel who returned her pencls. There's a brief confused look on her face. How did she feel like she knew him?

"Thank you," Namine says softly. "I appreciate it." She reaches over to pick up the box, unaware that her current sketch of the very same man reading is visible to him as she does so.

[cerebralbleu]

" Ah? " Legato crooks his head downward.

" Namine. . . Your hair, " he reaches down with a cautious hand hovering over the forget-me-not; his fingers flinch back. Simply placing his hand in the presence of the flower was enough for blue cornflowers to bloom on his arm, a trail of them opening up bit by bit.

It may very well be too late for weedkiller.

The disciple narrows his eyes with confusion.

" I was afraid this would happen soon enough. Come. I should monitor you in case it gets worse. "

[madeupxmemory]

Namine flinches the second she sees the cornflowers bloom on Legato's arm. She shouldn't have gotten too close. Now he's infected, and she feels like it's her fault.

She hesitates and another flower sprouts as she stays quiet. "Are you sure?" The Nobody asks, keeping her head down now.

"Will it get worse?" Came the next question. "How much worse?" Chara had only told her so much about the flowers, at least that she can easily recall...

[charadrxxmxrr]

“Of course they care. It is the fact that they care that — makes me not want to bother them.

They deserve good things. Not worry.”

their throat is hurting. Old blisters from once upon a time flare, making swallowing difficult. Chara fiddles with the sleeves of their sweater, thumb and index finger rubbing the fabric in between.

“I do not want to be a burden. I do not want anyone’s pity. If it were up to me, I would not be here at all.”

[madeupxmemory]

“If the people are sad for you, I don’t think that is pity.” Namine says softly. She does understand why Chara feels that way.

After all, its what she feels herself. That hadn’t changed with her time here in Isola. Especially with Ikki gone now.

”I also understand that,” Namine says as she moves a little closer to Chara. “The want to not be a burden. The belief in the fact that those that care deserve better.” She stops.

”I don’t have the right to lecture you about it, though.”

[madeupxmemory]

“Just hold onto me. There we go”

gentle care (no longer accepting!)

Namine does as instructed, carefully holding onto Chara as they help her up. She winces. "I think I hurt my ankle, Chara." She says softly as she tries to keep her hold on them light.

[charadrxxmxrr]

“. . . no. It is a little more complicated than that.

They are not upset at me.” Even though Chara knows its truth, in their heart, they’re terrified, and it shows as another flower presses to their teeth. “They are upset that I find the need to lie in the first place.”

Without hesitating, Chara’s fingers press against their lips, and they yank the flower out with nothing more than a grimace.

“I do not wish to make anyone sad. So I keep it to myself.”

[madeupxmemory]

Namine winces a little as she sees Chara rip out the new flower from their mouth. She looks down at her arms, aware that there are more of her own flowers on them.

Another blooms from her hesitation.

Namine looks back to Chara and nods. "I understand, I think," she tentatively starts. "Why you feel like you need to lie."

After all, she wouldn't want others to be upset on her behalf with what happened to her. At least, Namine still believes she doesn't deserve that. "But they care if they are sad, right?"

[charadrxxmxrr]

“Ah. I see.

I am sorry to hear you are afflicted with this condition as well. It is a pain, especially for someone such as myself.”

for someone so small, they seem incredibly blasé. That doesn’t hide the shake in their hands, though.

“perhaps it is better to not worry about it. I am sure one such as yourself will not have people upset at you for telling the truth.”

[madeupxmemory]

“Have you had people get upset at you, Chara?” Namine asks before she could stop herself. She sees the shake in their hands. Namine wants to reach out to hold them, but she doesn’t.

She remembers that Chara is particular about touch. So the Nobody just stands there, even as another tiny blue bloom joins the first.

[inablinkgone]

Till glances up just in time to catch Naminé’s smile. He erases something on his sketch pad before redrawing it.

“Nah,” he says after a moment of contemplation. “If that’s how ya really feel, it’s good t’ tell someone that. You can’t expect people t’ know how ya really feel unless ya tell ‘em honestly.”

“I think… what’s sad is that somethin’ made ya think that…”

Till wonders idly if it was a person who made her feel that way, and how difficult they would be to fight.

[madeupxmemory]

Namine pauses as Till speaks. She shakes her head a little. “I… was often told that.” She admits, softly.

Her eyes stay on her sketchbook. “I’m not a normal human. I’m a Nobody. Even for a Nobody, I am strange.” She says, not once looking up at Till.

“The people who found me… called me a witch. They locked me away in a room. Told me I didn’t deserve friends.”

[memepocalypse]

Gentle Care

Taking care of them...

"Hey, it's okay. Show me?"

"What did they do to you?"

"Don't cry - I've got you."

"That's okay - get it all out."

"Deep breath, I have you."

"Sh, sh, I'm going to patch you up."

"I've got a bandage for you."

"This is going to sting, but we have to clean this."

"Oh - okay - we're hugging about this, okay."

"It'll all feel better in the morning."

"I can't believe someone would do this to you..."

"I'm going to protect you."

"Get some rest. I'm not going anywhere."

"You're safe now."

"I'm just going to wipe your face."

"When's the last time you cried like this?"

"There's nothing wrong with you, I promise."

"One day, you'll be okay. For now? It's okay to hurt."

"You want a hug?"

"I've got a blanket for you."

"Nice and cosy..."

"It's okay if you fall asleep."

"Just get some rest. You need it."

"Hey, I made you food."

"I know it's easy to forget to eat when you feel like this."

"You don't need to feel guilty."

"It wasn't your fault."

"Do you want a hot chocolate?"

"There's nothing better than a toasted marshmallow."

"Just hold onto me. There we go."

[cerebralbleu]

Having stepped out of town for a month on holiday, Legato returned just in time for a pesky crocus to encroach upon the city again. Scrunching his nose, the disciple frowns with disappointment.

" Too much trouble any time I try to mind my own business, " he huffs to himself.

" Better douse myself in weed killer and drink a bottle of it as well. "

[madeupxmemory]

"Wouldn't... weed killer hurt you?" Comes the voice of the blonde right next to Legato's side.

There are forget-me-nots blooming in her hair. She doesn't stand any closer, in case he doesn't want to touch her or get infected. Namine stands there, wringing her hands, and biting her bottom lip. Another forget-me-not joins the crown in her hair.

[rpclefairy]

first meeting sentence starters.

send one to have our muses meet for the first time.

“Sorry, were you just talking to me?”

“I think you dropped this.”

“You look lost. Need some help?”

“I don’t usually talk to strangers, but…”

“You’re sitting in my spot.”

“Whoa! Careful!”

“We’ve never met, right? You seem familiar.”

“Is that seat taken?”

“Sorry, I think I just spilled something on you.”

“You’re blocking the doorway.”

“Were you just staring at me?”

“Excuse me, do you know the time?”

“Wait — are you the person I’m supposed to meet?”

“I’ve been sent to find you.”

“Please don’t be alarmed, but I think we have the same bag.”

“Do you work here?”

“I’m fairly certain that’s mine.”

“You’ve got something on your face.”

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

“Do you know the way to ___?”

“You’re hurt. Do you need help?”

“That’s a fine ___ (cloak/hat/book/etc.). Where did you get it?”

“This might sound strange, but can I hide behind you for a moment?”

“You look like you could use a friend.”

“I think your dog just stole my lunch.”

“Hey, you dropped your coin purse.”

“I think we’re stuck in here together.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear, but…”

“Are you the new neighbor?”

“First time in town?”

“I’m not sure if this belongs to you, but…”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’ve been hearing a lot about you.”

“Do you mind if I join you?”

“I think you’re in the wrong place.”

“You seem… out of place.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you following me?”

“That was a close call.”

“Not to alarm you, but someone’s watching you.”

“Mind if I walk with you?”

“You look like you’re in trouble.”

“Was that your doing back there?”

“You don’t look like you’re from around here.”

“That was impressive. How’d you manage it?”

“I’m guessing you’re not here by accident.”

“Do I want to know what just happened?”

“You might want to keep your voice down.”

“Is it always this strange around here?”

“I have a feeling we’re about to become acquainted whether we like it or not.”

“Looks like we’re in this together now.”

[charadrxxmxrr]

They lift their head, smile pulling their lips up instinctively. Spotting Nanami, they hum.

“I am perfectly fine.”

another flower blooms from their lips. Chara plucks it, and ties it to the chain.

“Be careful. If the dust from these gets on you, you will start sprouting flowers as well. When you tell a lie, they bloom.”

[madeupxmemory]

Naminé stops herself from reaching out. She holds her hands close to her chest instead.

The pollen? That makes her lips twitch. "I am... afraid I may already be infected, then." She says.

"I touched a strange flower earlier." Naminé holds out her hand. "So, I guess I'm not going to be hurt by your flowers." A forget-me-not sprouts from her palm. Naminé stares at it, startled.