moved!

an independent & low - activity multimuse roleplay blog for various canon & original characters, written by rain (  they / she / he  ).  headcanon - based, not spoiler free.  RULES & MUSE LIST.

she was so alone for so long.  she ran away young to be her own person, but then there was nowhere to return; kale takes over and erases her from the history, she has no friends aside from the cat she built, a single - minded devotion to taking down half her family to find the other.  and then to hear that she doesn’t exist.  after all, roxanne only ever had one child.

“Oh.” ( He’s saying that a lot isn’t he? ) Ethan’s teeth clack together as he grits them uncomfortably, his cheeks still bunched in that slight smile. Molded, BOW, DNA, bioweapons, and E-001 – Of course he knows what it all means, but for some reason he still feels like he’s been dunked in cold water. Eveline is the last thing he wants to think about, especially when someone is talking about him. Being comfortable in his own skin is something that’s taken Ethan a long time to even get close to feeling. Now he’s thinking, yet again, about whether or not his own hands might try to strangle him tonight. Great.

“That, uh. Does sound useful, for sure.” He exhales a breath and covers his fingers with his jacket sleeve when he instinctively raises them to pinch at the bridge of his nose. “I’d rather not get dissected. A knife in the mouth is bad enough…How did they–I mean, did they. Hurt you? To make you that?” Ethan doesn’t say anything about himself, though.

She can tell she’s made him uncomfortable / even as poor as she is at reading others (  and 16 is no help, as placid and expressionless as he is  ), Ethan is not especially subtle.  Her head tilts, long hair shifting at her back, as she tries to figure out just what it is she’s said that cause the reaction.  It wouldn’t be odd if mentions of Eveline and the like were triggering, she supposes.  The android makes a mental note of that for the future.

     it wouldn’t really be all that convincing to tell the truth about the heartless, would it? not that many people would believe him when he’d claim to be defending the world from creatures of darkness. so sora goes to the next best option that wasn’t a lie — ❛  i was exploring the woods with my friends when i ran into some bad guys. we got rid of them, but i have to make sure there aren’t any more hiding in the forest. it’s kind of my job to fight those bad guys — because the weapon i have is the only one that can destroy them.  ❜ he leaves it up to her if she wants to believe him, hands lowering now that the weapon wasn’t entirely pointed at him. ❛  you’ll have to be careful, too. your crossbow won’t do anything against them.  ❜

“Bad guys?  Like monsters?”  Bad guys that only a single weapon can defeat?  It sounds like the sort of stories Mother often tells her, about how the world she’d never gotten a chance to see had far worse things to offer than the men she’d sometimes been forced to kill.  Her eyes lower, thinking hard; maybe Mother is right, and she should just return to the tower.  But — no, no, she wants — needs — to be anything other than alone / than trapped / than claustrophobic.  For once.

THESE DAYS,   TO ENTER HIS APARTMENT AND FIND SOMA’S PREEMPTED HIM COMES AS NO SURPRISE.     he’s never questioned her appearances,   same as he won’t this one.     she has to know any extension of him is home to her   —   he welcomes them in their everythings,   even when he doesn’t quite understand.     

“ take yer time.     ” he deposits his keys on the console by the bedroom doors,   unclipping his holsters as he approaches,   gaze drifting back to soma’s form.     she looks … shaken might be an apt word,   but that still doesn’t cover the full extent of what he’s able to see   —   and he imagines there’s more to it than even he can discern.     he crouches at their side,   eyes searching.     curious,   never afraid.    “ is there somethin’ i can do?     ” he offers a comforting smile.     “ don’t suppose this dead girl might be assuaged by a warm drink?     ”

Kaien isn’t afraid / sometimes that scares Soma, and it TERRIFIES CRUZ, who is so afraid of doing harm, again — Soma bites down hard on the god in their chest, trying to crawl up through their throat.  NOT EVEN THEIR GOD, REALLY, OR AN IDENTITY THEY COULD CLAIM.  As ever, Soma has nothing that is theirs / nothing that is them.

— That’s not true.  Trembling hands reach out, find Kaien’s wrists, then hands, and hold tight.  Soma has Kaien.  Soma is Kaien’s lover.  Those are good things to have and be.  Those are good things.  Bright blue eyes squeeze shut and sharp teeth grit.  Those are good things.  Kaien is a good thing.  Soma is trying to be a good thing.