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@starswept
starswept / PINNED POST !
this is a private & selective indie roleplay blog for a canon divergent kalim al-asim from the mobile game twisted wonderland. low-activity. written by mick (they/them please !) & revamped 18 apr 2022.
INFO / BLOGROLL: poppicede & daisyscape.
I’m gonna be moving kalim over to my canon multi @daisyscape !!
“The ship took off without me.”
sunhalf:
@starswept / kalim & piper!
“Does it have a name?” She’s smiling, content in the warm night air, as she leans back on the flying carpet the two are currently sharing. When they have bad dreams — either of them or, as tonight, both of them — a ride always helps. The nerves from the nightmare are almost entirely gone now. She presses close to her boyfriend’s side, a hand around his waist, gentle, just wanting to touch. “Your carpet, I mean.”
Kalim’s arm around Piper’s shoulders pulls her closer, welcoming her against him. It’s where he loves them to be, after all. He hums at the inquiry, head ducked a bit, always angled close like they’re sharing secrets from the night.
“Nope!” He replies with a fond sweep of his free hand across the patch of carpet below him. “It’s always been just ‘carpet.’ Right, buddy?”
The jiggle of a chime in reply draws the lightest of laughter from him. “Do you think it deserves a name, Piper?”
@starswept : about kalim for jack jack !!
“ Didn’t think much of him at first. It’s hard to trust someone who acts so carefree all the time. But I think a lot of us could learn a thing or two from him. Don’t know if there’s anyone I’ve met as honorable & honest as Kalim. ” Jack knows there’s a few things he personally could learn from the dorm head. Like being honest with your own heart for starters. Ugh…what is he saying. “ But don’t get the wrong idea. He’s got a lot to learn too. Kalim’s about as troublesome as he is kind. ”
voiceline meme // accepting
/slams in here
“isn’t it funny? even though they call me a magician, before i got here, i didn’t believe in it — magic, i mean!” which is, for a magician of his caliber, both hilariously ironic and simultaneously entirely logical. when you know how the tricks work, when you’re the one behind the disguise, there isn’t any mystery left in it, see? kaito has his hands behind his head, fingers linked so he can lean his head against them as he walks alongside the newly introduced dorm leader. “what i’m saying is, there has to be a trick to this... unique magic of yours. and i’m going to figure it out, so let’s be great friends, yeah?”
What an odd guy this Kaito is turning out to be ! But odd in the best kind of ways, in the very ways this school probably needed. His entrance has already shaken NRC up down to its foundation, and Kalim can't wait to see how else he's going to turn this school on its head.
Kalim laughs, amused at the idea of a magician that doesn't believe in magic. There's no way to fake the magic that thrives here or pretend it doesn't exist when it permeates all aspects of their society. It makes him wonder about the world Kaito claims to be from, how he knows that magic doesn't exist there yet somehow still uses it.
"I don't really get what you mean," His words sit upon another laugh. His unique magic is as real as the wind. as certain as the rain that falls from the sky. His rain and that rain are no different, magic or not. "But I do think we'll become best friends ! You'll have to show me your magic sometime too, Kaito. The magic of your world must be totally different from ours."
I feel okay when I see you smile, smile Wishing on dandelions all of the time
happy kalim new year !! 🎉
I just got home, but I need to reread that episode 5 convo again because I’ve just been thinking about how Kalim genuinely believes that people who have done bad things are not inherently bad people. That they deserve forgiveness, not just from others, but also including from themselves, and everyone should have the chance to do that.
how are we feeling today knowing the year of kalim is upon us ? :)
kalipiper so true
@starswept : ❛ what do you think the stars wish for then? ❜ ( kalim to ruggie ) / accepting.
Kalim is — something else. Once upon a time, this sort of fantastical, rich - kid shit had just seemed like an opportunity to take advantage of him, and not long after it pissed him off, but now it mostly just seems…sort of sweet, in a sad kind of way. He thought that Kalim’s strangeness was a symptom of an easy life, but, as he often does these days, he wonders if it’s just Kalim. Ruggie’s never had the time to wonder about the stars like they’re sentient; growing up in the slums crushes that kind of fairytale thinking out of you young if it doesn’t kill you first. It’s cold, scrappy, and you have to be the same. Stuff like this is ——
It’s blurring images, nothing concrete, when the memory comes. Another night like this, beneath the stars, in the slums of Afterglow Savannah instead of on the balcony Sacarabia ( an impromptu cooking lesson that ruggie keeps agreeing to because kalim always buys food enough for days ). He was younger — couldn’t tell you how much younger, whatever passed for a childhood fading into disjointed memories and the perpetual need to survive. But he remembers climbing to the roof of the building he and a handful of other families lived in late one night, hoping to escape the suffocating heat of so many bodies so close. A cool night, no wind, the stars so clear he felt he could touch them. One by one, younger children joined him, kept awake by the heat or their nightmares or something worse. Still kids, but not in the way Kalim got to be.
One of the smaller girls, sick and going - to - die and everyone knew it, even her, asked him for a story. Ruggie hadn’t been much of a storyteller back then, but he’d managed something, he knows. He can’t remember the story, or even if it involved the stars at all. But he remembers staring at the dark - blue sky and the blinking lights within it.
The kid who asked for a story died a few weeks later. All things considered, that was probably a happy ending.
Kalim’s still smiling, waiting for a story, innocent in a way that Ruggie ( that ruggie’s family ) never got to be. A few months back, when they first began their strange ritual of cooking together, he might have spun a story just to remain in Kalim’s good graces. All the easier to keep getting fed that way. But now…Ruggie really thinks about. He looks back up at the sky, smiling something sharp and easy and wondering.
( he’s not sure what he’s wondering about. the stars, or what it’s like to grow up with enough to eat, or —— kalim. )
“Shishishi —— you sure think about some strange things, Kalim.” He casts a gaze back to the other, and his confused expression, and laughs again as his head tilts back. “I bet they wish for the same things people do.”
Not that Kalim has ever felt what’s it like to wish for enough food to stay alive, or wish for a loved one to live when they wouldn’t, or wish to live so much he’d kill for. But…
“Everybody just wants a story.” A happy ending, that’s all. Kalim will probably even get one. “Stars, too, probably.”
brain go brrrrr john wick au
It’s never been this hard to eat before. Kalim’s never liked eating alone, never had to, but never has he had to cook before either and he’s managed to do that. The meal before him isn’t as appetizing—a little burnt here, a little undercooked there—as Jamil’s in comparison. It takes away even more of Kalim’s will to eat.
His mother’s always stressed the importance of eating, how even if you’re down, a good meal can ease the body and mind, even if only a little. Amidst all the turmoil, he needs that ease, that momentary peace. So he reaches, akin to a child shakily reaching for a larger one for solace, and takes a kebab. He bites, and it eases. And it’s good. And it’s good. He’s good.
Without knowing, a tear falls over, followed by another and another. He keeps chewing, hardly noticing as he works to keep going. But it seems as if the hardest part was starting, as he’s able to keep going with less trouble. It still hurts. ( what ? everything. always. all at once. ) But he’s good. It’s good. It can only get better.
unblot:
the compliment makes his brow furrow & his tail wag simultaneously. jack sure is a master of mixed messages it seems. ❛ yeah, i’ll be your partner. ❜ surprisingly he gives in without much of a fuss despite knowing kalim will definitely be more likely to get lost than another classmate. imagine that. ❛ we ‘sposed to hold hands so we don’t get lost or something? ❜ he’s basing his experience what it was like in grade school & how he is going out with his younger siblings.
The sight of Jack’s tail wagging has become an endearing one. Kalim’s bright eyes light up with a signature fondness reserved for Jack alone, his gaze soft, touched with a feeling he hasn’t put a name to yet.
“That would be the easiest way, I think.” Although with how Kalim’s eyes have a tendency to follow Jack no matter the distance, they probably wouldn’t lose each other that easily. His hand seeks out Jack’s, fingers sliding between his own with ease, as if they’d done this plenty of times. They hadn’t.
“Now I won’t lose you.” He laughs. “Where should we go first? The big castle?”
unblot:
❛ they do mandatory field trip partners? ❜ it sounds troublesome to him personally. but…it wouldn’t be awful if kalim was his partner. he’s not as bad as most of his other options.
“Yeah ! So we don’t get lost or something.” As one who usually had Jamil around for guidance, Kalim doesn’t think he’s the type to get lost. Maybe. “I don’t really get it, but I think you’d make the perfect partner, Jack.”
