#moonpuppet post

[soulsxstars]

Continued from here / @mintteaandmemory

mintteaandmemory

“–’We’?”

[And ‘they’ and ‘I’? She furrowed her brow. Two souls? One soul? Could this be–?]

“How… are you in pain?”

“Pain? I don’t know. Maybe. One became we while in pain. Maybe I’m still in pain. I don’t know. And yes - we. The prince and the puppeteer. All mashed together but all wrong. Puzzles pieces from one cut up and turned into two new puzzles, then tried to shove back into the first puzzle. It doesn’t work. The once-king Ambrose said it like a tree split in half, growing into two new trees that somebody pushed back together. No rights. Just wrongs. We’re not one yet. Not I. Just we.”

[soulsxstars]

Don't mind the Director- He's just going to. Try to sneak some bacon while the Moonpuppet wasn't looking. Grade A way to get into trouble.

Moonpuppet almost doesn’t notice, until the last minute, when he goes to take some more himself.

“ You like bacon too? One remembers not being allowed any because he liked it so much. It’s been along time since we’ve had any - I’d be angry you’re taking it if there wasn’t so much here.”

[soulsxstars]

“Hmm... perhaps I and we ought to eat... We can feel the half within, withering... And we can’t have a whole if one of the halves doesn’t exist.”

[soulsxstars]

Moonpuppet sits on the forest floor, fire in one of his hands. Moonpuppet seems to be controlling the fire significantly better than Edwin ever has. He’s making it dance around in the air, seeming entirely entertained by it.

[soulsxstars]

“A phantom goes to execute his killer. If only the one and the other could cooperate as they ought, follow in the phantom’s actions, perhaps the two wouldn’t have to worry about so many nightmares. The one might even help with the doing, if he wasn’t so sick that we’re out.”

[soulsxstars]

“He needs to eat, but we don’t know what can be eaten! Oh well. The one can survive a few days without proper feeding...”

[soulsxstars]

“The one half has somehow gotten seperated from his home... The king, the princess, the rose, the ink-soul, the trash-eater - all gone. The other probably thinks this a good thing. It is. But not for the reason he thinks. We can lay more threads, connect more parts - the gap begins to close~”

[soulsxstars]

A noise, ‘Edwin’ shifts, and his eyes open. They are... very red. As red as Moonjumper’s, in fact. For a moment, there’s confusion, and a bit of shock. But then his expression morphs into utter joy, and he’s up, strangely giddy.

“Oh~! What a surprise - it’s been so long since I and we have been allowed to awaken.” The clearly not-Edwin looks down at himself, and makes a disappointed noise. “Oh, dear dear. It seems the one half has not been caring for himself. So lost is the one, and the other leaves him be? I and we have been sleeping too long. More threads must be connected, lest the shards and parts take full control.”