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You slowly manage to shake the thought, as they talk trying to pay attention to his words. Some of it seems confusing to you, especially since this troll doesn't look like a member of the church, but you don't bother prying much. That is, until he brings up a boyfriend, and you smirk. "Boyfriend huh?" You say in a sly, teasing manner. "Cute" you add pulling out a small metallic case of hand rolled cigarettes. Honestly you just want to rest it between your teeth.
"Oh uh, yeah, I follow this model, really something, I want them to straight up throw me down and rail me" You joke, "but ya didn't need to know that." You add with a snicker.
"tell me, your boyfriend ever do dumb shit like buy ya cut flowers?"
Nyiska: ==> Decide to make a run for it.
Your name is Nyiska, and you’re doubting your faith. Maybe not in it’s entirity anymore, as your moirail helped with that, but your church, you’re still unsure of. That is why, you’ve decided to pack your stuff up and leave your given hive for a bit. You needed a break, and to leave the church behind for a bit and pray on the matter, somewhere where you can’t be assigned or pressured to make a rash decision before you get the chance to think it through.
You fled in the late night, giving yourself just a few hours to get somewhere to stay, but making sure the majority of your body is covered, just in case. With a bag on your back, and a small map, you left the church grounds and made your way towards the nearest town.
Your name is Nyiska, and though you love your religion, you’re free from it. You can make your own decisions and follow the Messiahs word just fine, even away from home.
As it starts getting towards sunrise, you scramble to find an inn, and when you do, you already look a bit disheveled, you don’t pull down your collar or take down your hood. The less of your unpainted face these strangers see, the better. You drop your bags at the counter.
“pl3as3 t3ll m3 yo> still ha<3 coons l3ft...” You say in desperation.
“A’ight. Now,” Viesci pauses a moment to think, “I think y’all up an need to remember that us motherfuckers that all up an’ follow ‘em ain’t the Messiahs. The Church is righteous and mirthful an’ all, but we ain’t perfect. It’s a fuckin’ discrace, but some of them fuckers will all up an say they’re doin’ the work of the Messiahs but be really doin’ just whatever the fuck they please.” He’s obviously pissed about this.
As Viesci speaks, it comes as a much needed reminder, but one that as a mid-blood, comes with a grain of salt. “what do i do then?” Nyi says finally, “i’ve worked so fucking hard to follow the Messiah’s word, but i can’t just all up and motherfucking ignore my motherbloods and fatherbloods in the church. i’ll be culled” She lets out a sigh. “should church be this motherfucking terrifying? it wasn’t before, but it’s like it up and worsened over the last few sweeps, and its hard to not question your own mirth sometimes”
“like is this a blessing or a curse? y’know?? sometimes its hard to motherfucking...tell, i guess?”
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“I-I just like these sorts of flowers” You stammer, feeling more than a little embarrassed. Was that all your shop was to people? Just a gimmick? You almost want to cry.
“U-um, b-business is fine… I think… A seadweller came in yesterday and ordered fifty bouquets of roses…” You think back to the different orders. “I also specially ordered in purple violets too…”
“I like flowers and take care of some shrubbery and flowering bushes, too.. They’re peaceful to take care of, and it’s very soothing” You say, brightening up again. Surely this stranger didn’t mean to upset you, if he was a fellow gardener. You hope you can make a friend!
“My name is Anders Deltar… May I know yours?” You ask, placing a pot of moonflowers closer to a window.
"purple violets?" You say, your full attention on him for a moment. Aren't those the flowers that one model used in their shoot that one time? The really hot model?
You shake your head, this shop couldn't have been here long enough for that. Could it?
Wait, was he talking the whole time? You zoned out, and zoned back in about half way through. To try to make it seem like you were listening, you give a nod, and a smirk before a small repsonse. "Yeah the roses sell pretty well round second perigees." Nailed it.
He gives his name then, moving, and you turn to him as he moves, offering a hand to shake. "Aloven" you say, "kinda like the plant. Aloven Verteo".
You can't stop thinking about that model, can you? "Ya said purple violets?"
Nyiska feels the weight of her shoulders kind of transfer to his when he let’s out a long held breath. “yo>‘r3 my moth3rf>cking dIAMoNDS..of co>rs3 I tR>ST yo>..” She says softly, “pl>s i hav3 nowh3r3 3ls3 to go…” Nyiska begins to choke on her words a little.
“i know this so>nds awf>l, 8>t how do w3 >p and know th3y'r3 good? i’m scar3d <i3sci, I don’t want to fac3 th3y'r3 wrath again…” By this point she had tears coming, rolling down her painted face. “i lo<3 th3 ch>rch, 8>t how do i know it’s not going to g3t m3 c>ll3d? i f33L lIK3 i<3 lost 3<3rything…”
Viesci feels like hugging her so he does, papping her gently and shushing her.
“Easy now. We got all the motherfuckin’ time here we need. One worry at a time, ‘aight?” He leans back from the hug and wipes some tears off her face. “Now I feel like this all up an has more to it than questions about the motherfuckin’ Messiahs, but we can all up an focus on them if you’d up an’ like.”
==> Being shushpapped was heavily comforting, especially coming from her moirail, and especially with him also being a church member. It was calming, and for a moment the entirety of this palerom felt by the book perfect.
For a moment, Nyiska thought maybe she was doing something right, if not overall, than at least by coming here.
"pl3as3?" She asked with big round eyes behind now slightly ajar glasses.
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