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stares at moots whose faces I’ve already shoved this into. grins maniacally.
Connie makes friendship bracelets for the gang a week before they die bc she feels comfortable doing so. They all wear their bracelets the day of the accident, but they break after they fall off the rollercoaster. When Penny survives, she finds each bracelet and uses the remaining beads to make a necklace that she never takes off, the last physical remnant of her five friends
Though many others go on about how pretty Cloud’s eyes are. He hates them. They haunt him, they are just a reminder of his past, he sees them just like any other scar. Sometimes looking into the mirror is painful, more so in AC. It’s hard for him to believe anyone really thinks his eyes are pretty, he thinks others are mocking him. If he really cares for someone though and ends up believing them eventually, trusting in them... it means a lot to him that someone loves his eyes even though they are stained with mako.
@sagefiredaggers
SEND ‘☕️’, THEY HAVE TO TALK ABOUT SOMETHING THAT KEEPS THEM GOING AND LIVING
“...I can hear a voice sometimes. You know? I’m not... really sure who it is but I can feel a hand ruffling my hair and this voice that says You are proof I existed, my living legacy.” A pause as he looks away. “I don’t know who said it... I can’t remember.” looks down at the floor. “But somehow... That voice is something that makes me get out of bed every morning, I keep going because somebody out there... Somebody... Somebody... needed me to be that person for them.”
@cxb3rxnd - from ask
“....That’s not it.I just sometimes wonder...why do people show me kindness? And you...was the very first person i met that befriended me...so i wonder why are you here.... shouldn’t you hate me,,,”
“What did this to you?”
“... Peter Pan... Peter Pan...” Was all the words he could choke out as he lay there, not sure of if he couldn’t move because he was in shock or if his body was broken from the Lost Boy’s Wrath.
@goddessofremnant For the angst.
Cardin couldn’t believe the news, no one had told him, he learned from the news report and the planned memorial in the weeks to come. His heart sank to his stomach, this... Couldn’t be real. Please no.
But he knew that this nightmare was the harshest of realities. He had to take a seat... He had to take a moment. Pyrrha was gone... Really gone.
He had felt so close to her, someone to relate to and talk about the things that’s happened to him in his past, someone to rely on, someone he could really call a friend and to think on it... She was his best friend, but now she was gone.
Tears fell from his cheeks as he just looked at the paused screen, hand over his mouth, the picture of her smiling face on the screen seemed to taunt him and torment him for not trying harder, to not patch things up and being a true friend to her.
He spent the rest of the night, laying in bed, tears falling from his eyes and just staring at the last picture of her happy... And hoping that where ever she was now, she was happy.