The ones you've loved, the ones you've lost, and the expectation you'll never be able to live up to.
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@theoneandonlysun
The ones you've loved, the ones you've lost, and the expectation you'll never be able to live up to.
I wish ya nothing but love and healing. -Wall anon
...Thank you.
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Quiet now. Everything will be okay. Rest. Expect a visit. I've been waiting for this.
...O...Okay.
A choice is being made. Are you ready?
W-Wait- what choice? What choice? Please, I can't handle any more...
Oh- Oh... *He places his hands over his mouth as he doesn't really know what to say* I mustve been away for that long, I-.. I'm sorry that all happened to you... I-Is it ok if I could give ya a hug..? -🧱Wall anon WHERE IS MY WALL EMOJI
...Please do.
Yo what happened -🧱Wall anon lost his wall emoji
An- an anon? An anon, talking to me, right here, right now?
...Hello. I- I haven't seen any of you in a very long time. And- especially a named one, so rare...
She drops a hand she didn't realize she was stretching towards Wall Anon. She's currently hidden in her bed, like most of the time, doomscrolling on her phone- or she was, seconds ago, before she was interrupted. She doesn't mind. Interaction. Real interaction.
She really needs to get out more.
A-Ah- right, your question. A lot has happened. I'm no longer really a mother. All of my children are, hah, dead, or missing, or just don't talk to me anymore. And my hus- fiance, has moved on to, uh...
Greener pastures. She grits her teeth in a smile.
...Yes, that's about all that has happened in the past year for me. Misery. Yes.
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Sun gets a harp. It’s a beautiful piece of work, all fiery gold and tuned to perfection. It’s clear who made this, and it’s clearer that she formed it from nothing but affection and sisterly love.
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She holds it in her dimmed hands, tracing its edge with tears in her eyes.
She moves it onto her lap and plays a single note, a light one, one that sings of happiness and joy and hope.
She plays a full song, just like that, in the quiet of her own home where nobody could hear but her.
She doesn't feel happy at all. But it's okay. At least her song can be.
Sun leaves her house for the first time in almost a year.
The fake light ball in the sky shines a little brighter when she does, and the world feels a wave of heat unbeknownst to them before.
Her sandals hit the clouds as light as a feather, and she steps over to the edge of them, her hands placed formally behind her back as always.
"..."
She has duties. Duties she has not been doing. Duties to protect and care for the people of the circus. Duties to introduce newcomers and escort them to wherever they must be.
...
Her children... so many of them, so bright and beloved.
She has naught but two left.
Lantern, and Vamp. And it's not like Vamp is talking to her anytime soon.
...even her husband is gone.
That was half the reason she went inside... in the first place.
She can remember it like it were yesterday... Knocking on his door, sing-songing his name, looking so lovingly at the ring on her finger.
Knocking again. Knocking again.
Opening the door, and seeing nothing but code.
She remembers her stomach dropping, that feeling of dread overwhelming her, and the ring sliding off her hand and onto the cut-off floor.
That ring is all she has of him anymore.
...
Sun sits down on the cloud she is on, produces a harp, and begins to sing. She's been practicing. She is not good enough for a stage like this yet, in her eyes, but...
She does it anyway, cause if she doesn't, then she might never.
The echo of her voice falls throughout the Circus, not stretching far enough to meet most, but enough for those who matter to hear.
After she is done, she sits there, silently, her hands holding her cheeks as she watches the time pass her by yet again.
Big fan of sun motifs in characters not necessarily being about positivity and happiness and how they're so " bright and warm" but instead being about fucking brutal they are.
Radiant. A FORCE of nature that will turn you to ash. That warmth that burns so hot it feels like ice. Piercing yellow and red and white. A character being a Sun because you cannot challenge a Sun without burning alive or taking everything down with them if victorious.
HAIIIIIIIII SUNSY
God- Hello.
dusk... youre beautiful
”AAAAAAAAAAAAAA- D-did someone drug my tea again??”
What the fuck is that?
“That sounds absolutely wonderful.”
Going to therapy??? she giggles.
Dusk just stares at Sun for a long moment, before placing a hand to her mouth and giggling softly.
Sun very obviously holds back a smile, shaking a little from holding bubbling laughter.
”I don’t want you to hate yourself, either.”
...We really need therapy.
”That’s okay. I…I hate me, too.”
Her light is dim and pale. Flickering like a star too weak to die with glory.
Sun shivers. It's cold. She's warm, as always, but it's far too cold.
I'm sorry. I don't want you to hate yourself.
“You act like I haven’t! You don’t know what I’ve seen, what I’ve done, what I’ve wanted to do. You act- you act like-“
Her frozen anger explodes.
“YOU ACT AS IF I WANT TO BE YOUR SISTER AT ALL!!”
She clamps her hands over her mouth the minute she says it.
She can't calm down. She can't calm down. She can't calm down. She can't calm down. She can't calm down. She can't calm down. She can't calm down. She can't calm down. She can't calm down. She can't calm down. She can't calm down. She can't calm down.
I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!! I HATE YOU SO MUCH!!!
She cries, she cries, she cries.
I HATE YOU!! I HATE YOU!!!
It's all so overwhelming, waves of thunderous emotion flowing out from her, filling the room with all too bright of light.
I HATE YOU!!! I HATE YOU!!!! I HATE YOU!!!...
Sun breathes, slowly, unsuredly.
I... I can't hate you...
You're family, and family is all she has left.
“You talk like you’d want to be my stupid, impulsive self. I wish I could just brush it off like you do.”
Dusk stands up, clutching her arms so hard they might bleed.
“Do you know what it’s like? To be aware of everything? To fight? Forever? To be forced to adapt? To have everyone depend on you, because if you’re not perfect, everyone loses hope. Have you ever had to become hope itself, Sun?”
She laughs bitterly to herself.
“Have you ever had to wake up one day and be told that you’re here to fix everything? The only reason why I pretend to be so perfect is because I spent the last year trying to get out of your shadow. Because the thing that makes us so different, the reason you can never be me is that I never know when to just give up and die already. I wouldn’t envy that, Sun.”
...Sun cries. Sun can't stop crying. She sucks in shaky, shaky breaths and bites her lip until it bleeds.
You act so high and mighty. You act like you're better than me for being such a good person made to help people. You act like you're in misery, even close to as much misery as I am.
You act like being someone people look up to is a bad thing. I'll always be the bad guy, Dusk! And you're the sad, sad, tortured little victim who knows NO BETTER than to KEEP COMING BACK THE ABUSER.
YOU ACT like you're ANYTHING close to me. You ACT like YOU'RE my SISTER. YOU ACT LIKE THIS BECAUSE NEITHER OF US KNOW HOW TO EXIST, AND--...
Sun takes a step back. She's being too harsh, too harsh, too harsh again. She needs to calm down.
But she can't bite back the next thing that escapes from her throat.
You act like you've ever suffered through being a murderer, Dusk.