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fulllifeconsequences) wrote2036-02-05 12:12 am
fulllifeconsequences) wrote2036-02-05 12:12 am
* IC Inbox
Speak.
[Wow okay cool voicemail there Chara. Voice/text/video away to your heart's content.]
[Wow okay cool voicemail there Chara. Voice/text/video away to your heart's content.]
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His fingers flex. Slowly. Vines start to rot and fall away, dropping to the ground like crumbles of dust. You're not a flower anymore. He's not. He... is, but he's not.
I love you so much.
His head finally snaps up, blinking until his eyes are finally back to normal. Still tired, still unfocused, but not that horrible, gaping void anymore. There's pain in that empty hole in his chest where his SOUL should be. Just like... ha. With Frisk. With Chara in the bad timelines. Feeling something when he shouldn't be. Going against the script, breaking all logic.]
C... Chara.
[It's hoarse, strained from all the screaming, the crying. Just... pure exhaustion is washing over him now, the vines starting to recede. His fur is a mess and his neck still sputters a bit of dust from where he'd damaged himself, but he's starting to feel more like... himself.]
It's...?
I'm so sorr...
[He falls back over.]
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But it's... it's okay. He's just... worn out. Not fading, just tired. There's dust around the collar of his shirt, and it makes their throat constrict and the empty space where a heart should be lurch violently, flutter like a startled bird, but... he's... he's still here.
They... wonder if they should get Toriel. Or someone who can heal. But sleep... it heals too, right? Frisk curled up in their new bed back in Home, and even if it usually wasn't long until Chara prodded them awake with Asgore's voice, that restored them. Same with the MTT Resort. Snowdin would even heal them past their maximum HP. So... it should help Asriel too, shouldn't it?
...It's dark in here, so they fumble a bit, but the closets aren't hard to find. A blanket and pillow. Don't want to touch him. Drape the blanket over him, lay the pillow nearby. Ask the closet for a stuffed toy, an imitation of the ones that decorate the room they share with Frisk. A clone of the ones that used to be Asriel's.
(* Dusty toys.
They swallow down a lump that rises in their throat.)
Back pocket - no, their inventory. A chocolate bar. Kind of melty from their body heat. It's summer.
A memory intruding into their head, forcing its way in like an unwanted houseguest. Their first time tasting chocolate in Wonderland. Their first time tasting since the buttercups. Remembering his laughter that they'd hoard chocolate even if it meant it got melty. Remembering telling him they'd always share with him. Best friends forever.
Giggles. Promises not to tell Mom. Chocolate right before dinner, making a sticky melty mess of his fur!
They stamp it out. Cut the memory out of their mind. Don't want to fuss with melted chocolate. Just... just leave him the whole rest of the bar.]
Asriel.
[Not sure if he's totally out. Try anyways.]
If you're still sore in the morning, please tell Toriel. She'll heal you. You... you can say you scratched yourself falling out of a tree.
[Still don't know what happened, but they have a thousand excuses to explain away where injuries come from.]
...I'll... give you space. I'll. Um. I'll... be in the hall. Outside. If you need me to get someone, then just... just shout.
[Probably wouldn't rest easy with them in the room. Dusty hands and an empty smile and please don't kill me. They're not above consequences. They won't forget.]