#c:alm

[wisdomxseeker]

(( alm, actually, but also painfully specifically onesidedly? just. clenches fist. im a heck for pining.

ooc; SCREAMS. I have been feeling so attacked today by this ship and I suppose it’s finally time to actually talk about it-- ugh-- here goes;;;;

He loves him from a distance, and he’s never wanted more than that.

Alm has always been radiant. Shining. The candle in the dark. The others never said it aloud, but there was a silent, mutual understanding between them; Alm was always different from them, in a way that only Celica seemed to understand. And like that, they were untouchable.

Even beside them, he felt so far away. Perhaps that’s why his grandfather always wanted to keep him close, denying him at every turn a chance to step out into the world.

Because he’d find his place there, and never look back.

Nobody ever talked about it, but Kliff had a feeling he couldn’t be the only one seeing the inevitability of this. And trying to hold him longer... would only hurt the both of them.

So, what else was there to do but follow? 

I want to see the world. It’s not a complete lie. But perhaps it’s also an excuse. He didn’t have the brazen single-mindedness of Faye to say something so powerful (constricting, even) point blank, nor was it in his character to admit that he dare feel fond of anyone.

In that sense, he sometimes found himself jealous of Faye... It was just normal of her to be so affectionate. But Kliff... He had already dug himself into a hole quite awhile ago.

But their devotion was practically the same. They were similar in that they’d follow Alm to the ends of the earth, to hell and back if he asked--or even didn’t ask--them to.

Alm will never think anything of it, more than the loyalty of a true friend. And to Kliff, that was perfect. That was all he could ever ask for. Alm would smile, and thank him for being there, and Kliff would shake his head. You’d die without me.

And as soon as Alm finds where he belongs, in a throne, far from the rabbit hole they grew up in, Kliff will let go. He will have had his journey. He was able to walk alongside him this long, and there, where Alm will stand for the rest of his life, Celica in his heart, the path would fade into nothing.

So Kliff would move along, disappearing into the night. Had Alm known, he would’ve tried to stop him--and as is his way, step over his impulse, and accept Kliff’s decision. He’d see him off with a smile. 

(Kliff would lose all resolve. Too pathetic to leave, too ashamed to come back.)

That’s why it was better to not say anything, as he had practiced all his life. Alm would never know, and Kliff would find his happiness--

Somewhere, out there, far away.

Far enough to forget.

[wisdomxseeker]

Kliff/cracking open a cold book without the boys

my otp now actually

buzz off gray i’m not going to your stupid party

tobin give me my book back

alm don’t just stand there help me. stop laughing. alm. alm

[wisdomxseeker]

Any of the ram villagers really. Gray, tobin, alm

Gray?

“He’s okay, I guess.” A shrug. He’s not bad looking and has a fit body, but he was so, so girl-crazy, and Kliff had never entertained the idea for much more than a second.

Tobin?

“Maybe.” Yes. Maybe. But that’s just it. Maybe. Tobin was noisy, but kind, and tried to understand Kliff in his own ways. But Kliff couldn’t imagine Tobin’s feelings ever running so deep--though he tends to be pessimistic in these things.

Alm?

He is silent for a long while, expression blank. Eventually, Kliff simply shakes his head. “No, that’s just impossible.” 

[wisdomxseeker]

ooc. i don't personally ship it, but i know alm/kliff is popular. thoughts?

tbh it’s the weak spot i like to pretend doesn’t exist. at the same time, i’ve come to accept both ic and ooc it’s highly unlikely and .......... 

this dead-end love will eventually fade away...!

[wisdomxseeker]

mischief.

ooc ; I actually wrote this for my application and Silas @nohrfidelis asked a very appropriate question, so here it is :’)

cows.

Though he was the type to prefer being caught dead before ever, ever saying it, Kliff loved his friends. They had all been together since childhood, and as they began to explore the world together, he learned that this wasn't something common at all--it seemed that childhood friends were more often than not, restricted to childhood; most would part ways through the years, and because of this discovery, it became apparent that the group from Ram Village was something extraordinary.

But no matter how extraordinary they may be, Kliff's nerves grew frayed all the same.

During dinner, he heard Tobin loudly recounting the story of how he convinced Alm to go cow-tipping in the middle of the night only a year ago. Cow-tipping. Kliff had scoffed back then, and he scoffed even now, with the additional flourish of an eye roll. He remembers that event quite clearly. Of course they didn't invite him--why would they, a spoilsport like him--but these foolish friends of him weren't liars to any degree. Especially Alm. Tobin was prone to snickers and coy whistling, but Alm in particular wore his heart on his sleeve.

Kliff knew overall that he shouldn't get involved. He should just go back home, read a book, and stay there all night while his friends made idiots of themselves without his help. But at the same time, he found it hard to resist the temptation of seeing them flounder firsthand--and against all good reason, he decided he'd follow them that night.

Not without his bit of fun, though.

Tobin was sticking to Alm more than usual after he had gotten into yet another tiff with Gray; as this was nothing out of the ordinary, they would often patch it back up themselves, but this time, Kliff thought to intervene. Discreetly, he let Gray know Tobin had challenged him--that he'd be waiting for him that night by Old Man Henderson's barns--and Gray (usually more perceptive than this, but blinded by his machismo) took the bait.

Kliff waited in the brush nearby, just close enough to get a good view. There were whispers, cackles, the startled mooing of a victim cow--then in quick succession, shouting (Gray), blustering (Tobin), confusion and concern (Alm), clear sounds of tousling, falling--and then a splat, clear as day. Silence. A groan. Two simultaneously shrieks of realization, and a weak "Oh, gods" from Alm on the side.

They found Kliff after his outburst of laughter, on his knees, cradling his stomach, eyes wet with sheer amusement at how well this had all gone--far better than he could've predicted. Kliff took off as fast as his feet would take him, and Gray and Tobin chased him into the night, leaving behind Alm, an inconvenienced cow, and a cowpie that told a story.