#absoleen

[nebula-starlight]

Bury me in Absoleen headcanons mistress ùoú

Somehow I figured you’d ask that, Isa.

Let’s see here

-Much like a cat’s, her pupils will expand when she’s looking at something she likes (*cough* Zero)

-Stroking her hair will make her purr. Girl’s gotta have comforts

-If she’s cold she is extra cuddly... or needy

-While humming will make her very uncomfortable, singing is actually okay and she’d probably die if she ever heard Zero sing

-Warm heart, cold claws

-Very few people can touch her scars. If she allows you to, you had better not betray her trust

-Act first, talk later

-She has melted so many phones. Doesn’t even realize she does it either. Her body just gives off that much heat

[spiritspectres]

What did to you to her? //Flames coat the normally calm former alter’s claws as she grabs Nox by the throat.//

+So she is not the one... you are.+ //Luminous yellow eyes take notice of the faded scaleskin along her cheek, long since ignored.//

What are you....? The scales. You wanted to...

+Take you out and they all fall, yes? That is how it works.+

[spiritspectres]

//Void leads him to the bedroom, knocking on the doorframe as she enters to alert Absoleen. Her hair is a mess, curled up on the bed and non-responsive.//

“When you said it was bad I didn’t...” //The doctor trails off, approaching Absoleen.// “Hi there. You’ve been through some trauma, haven’t you? My name’s Wes and your friend here wanted me to help you out.”

//Void watches at first but eventually has to help get Absoleen up. Despite the attempts she had not responded at all and would be taken in for a psych evaluation which the doctor would oversee.//

[spiritspectres]

Why do you hate her?

Hmm... 10n9 570ry.

I have time.

7h3n 937 (0mf0r74813....

[spiritspectres]

//After hearing of things from Void, the next few days passed in dull apathy for Absoleen. She would barely eat or drink, even to the point where the glitch was deeply concerned. So when a sudden knock on the door came from no where early one morning, it wasn’t Absoleen who answered it.//

Glad you could come on short notice.

//She masked her glitching, lanky frame blocking any chance that Absoleen could see.//

“Of course. Your message sounded urgent. Where is she?”

Right this way.

[spiritspectres]

Why would we let her keep her happiness?

//Absoleen freezes, hearing the voice ripple across the mindscape and knowing immediately who it is. Why was he involved? Hadn’t she sent him to the Ether? But that meant...//

Proniment... How....?

He wanted to come back. To save them. Sadly it was too late but a broken veil must be repaired. A life returned for a life taken.

//Scribe’s skin is on fire now. Though it hurts her to lift her head to glare at the purple eyes of the Ancient, Absoleen does.//

If the writer is to die... //She trails off, weighing her options.// I take her place. Her soul goes with you but her body will remain.

A trade? How does that serve any benefit?

It is fucking fair! Nethreis would be crushed to know she’s dead, if he would even be aware of it before ceasing to exist! And her dying means so many are affected.

//His eyes glow and she can feel the body writhing in terrible agony. She can’t back out now. Scribe- no everyone needs her to be more than just the villain she had become.//

You agree to this? Becoming human? All to save them.

I made my choice. Now get the fuck back to where you damn well came from!

[spiritspectres]

Absoleen!

//She screams the name of her other half, just willing the alter to show as she steps into the same bathroom she last used to confront the negative persona that shared a body with her.//

Get the fuck out here. We need to talk.

And what would we be discussing, little writer? About how much of an idiot you were for not noticing the deception going on right under your nose? Even I could tell it wasn’t Creek but did you let me speak? No, you didn’t. I’m honestly surprised that Beacon hadn’t cracked sooner.

Because you kept going after her! I can’t reign you in and you know that so you go hog wild without any damn consequences.

So you do have a spine... //She chuckles.// Well, well, how interesting.

You have been nothing but trouble since you showed up. The only one you will ever torment again is me. //She steps closer to the mirror, voice lowering with authority.// Now as the Creator, as the one who brings life, you are under my control as well. From this point on you cannot and will not exist as a separate being. Your energy is linked to mine and our minds are one and the same. You, Absoleen, are now as mortal as I.

You can’t do that! What of the insanity?

Then I accept that as part of our union. Who says I’m not mad anyway?

//She turns from the mirror, groaning as the order takes effect. Her left eyes turns red before a sudden icy stab of pain twists into her gut.//

Nether.... Oh no.

[spiritspectres]

You need to eat.

I’m fine.

That’s a lie. I think she kept some frozen hot pocket thing in the freezer.

//To make him stop pestering her, Absoleen goes in search of the food. She’s heating it when she yelps, feeling ink spear through her shoulder before the glitchy voice starts.//

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