#fusionfalladeline

[deadlydealz]

‧˚꒰♤꒱༘‧— @fusionfall-adeline | CONT . ASK ; SCP V﹒ ⛂⛃

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even though eyes remain clean from exchange; even though body consistently remained hidden from view, there was still an energetic hopelessness about him. deep blood drips from his skull endlessly. it billows with each motion of the head. whether brief or exaggerated, he stunk of iron. how his body kept pouring and pouring and pouring, nobody knew. he ate, he slept, he even had a bathroom connected to this jail cell, but he didn't feel human. he bled. he ate. he bathed. but was he human?

all he felt was grief.

───────♠─────── " you oughta draw . seven ain't much . "

as her card laid out a seven, out also came the thorned man's. it was an ace. as it turned, body leaned forward to get a better look. head curls inward, and as position fastens, a drop of red lands directly on the A in the corner. though the liquid was confident in its maroon tones, there was an underlying goo to it. a black ink that seemed to want to outshine the human nature of the splatter that started to stain the card.

eyes ascend to look straight at her. she refuses to look. nobody looks. they can't. they can't survive looking at him. they only feel disdain. a hatred toward the world that seemed to seep out of every inch of his body and stain the very souls of those whose unfortunate eyes land on his form. though relieved addy resisted the urge, it still felt lonesome. a heavy sigh.

she spoke. was he human? a blink. more blood spills from his wounds. the stench of iron was proof that his human nature had a relevant foundation: his grumbling stomach that feasted daily; the aching desire to sleep away the endless pain. he was human, wasn't he?

───────♠─────── " not too sure that matters now . we ain't leavin' this place . not me . "

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[hourglassofpurple]

͙͘͡★ @fusionfall-adeline - STARTER CALL .

it almost never happens. space and time are rather strict and concise. they know their place. those who were not of said nature, ought never try to meddle with it. it always brought destruction and chaos. at least, when it isn't consensual. when it isn't caspio in control. humans were never meant to control anything outside of their home. nature, sure, other humans, sure, but the whole realm of time and space? never. it came not from them, but rather from the endless depths of the black beyond the sky. it's devastating to him; perilous to the body and to his energy. from the few times its happened, humans try so desperately to hide it.

caspio found the one who did it, however. she was riddled to the brim with static and warped glitches. she is not meant to be here. the longer she remains, the further damage she does. space and time must figure themselves out. as she remains, fate rests uneasy. he rests uneasy. he needs to fix this.

thankfully, the entity is gentle and kind. stern, apathetic, but kind. being around her hurt. he could feel his energy warping with the leaking disturbance that billows from every part of her body. no humans could see it, but he could. caspio felt it.

this was something he had to be intelligent about. humans these days aren't that welcoming to folk like him. they wouldn't understand, wouldn't believe. there needs to be strategy to this. he could make it work.

" well, aren't you something? " he grins, though it's shaky. it's hard to remain true to the self when his form is shifting in excruciating pain. voice is breathy and body tremors. caspio tries so hard to remain normal, albeit there is difficulty. " what are you doing all out here by yourself, hm? "

[hourglassofpurple]

͙͘͡★ @fusionfall-adeline | CONTINUED ASK .

" i think this one will be your best choice. "

purple gaze saunters over to the boxes. there was an array of various flavors, consistencies, and types. time's stare lingers on them as well, trying to delicately pick the pallet for the other. lanky limb extends, flowy clothing sifting through the air as hand makes its ascension. fingers grasp a purple box and as its revealed, it announces its taste: cinnamon. it's a delectable coffee cake. caspio in truth, has never really eaten. he has no idea what it tastes like. as he leans in, he can smell the contents. they have a spicy taste that stings his nose. he licks his lips a little. his human body is reacting in need.

though the father would never say it, it was truly chosen because purple is the most amazing color in the light spectrum. he gives it a good stare, face lifting into comfort. seeing the royal vibrance, even on something manmade, brought him so much serenity. a soft hum before he hands the gentleman the box.

" coffee cake has always been my favorite. " another lie, but laurence need not know. caspio shifts his body, wishing so bad that he can float. standing takes a lot of energy that even though he has been doing it for hundreds of years at this point, he would much rather be floating through space as he's meant to. there is a flash of discomfort that riddles his countenance before his weight seems to teeter toward one side. he lets out a huff, cocking his head so his curls get out of his face. " i'm sure they'll love it. "

a blink. another. a soft hum. he knew exactly how to make this work. and he could be super discreet, as he always is. father time must always be everlastingly secretive. he must no longer float, he must no longer exude his magic, he must no longer announce his power. he must remain hidden. he must remain human. it's pitiful, but necessary.

" we may as well make conversation being here, " he hums approvingly, head tilting. hair seems to float without care to gravity, wavering like it's in space. " how do you feel about nature? i think it's the most beautiful thing to ever exist. "