#ariel.

"You look lost. It's okay to be lost. It's better than where you were. Right?"

ariel just wants to get away from here without being seen. she thinks it should be easy, everyone is in the ballroom from what she can tell, judging by what she’s hearing, what she’s already seen. ariel already knows she couldn’t have prevented this. if there was anything to do to stop it, she wouldn’t have seen that all this would happen in the first place. but she did, over and over again, all night, as she tried to get away from everyone, tried to leave the ballroom because each new brush against her arm, each accidental touch, she saw someone else dead. she’s never been surrounded by the sights of so much death before, in her mind, and then now... in her ears, right in front of her eyes, and she imagines she can taste blood in her mouth like she’s the one doing the killing, like she’s death itself, like she walks around and leaves a trail of bodies and maybe if she’d just stayed dead none of this would have happened. it’s a giant leap of logic but her vision is blurred by tears and she only wants to get away at the only chance she has, potentially the last one she gets, because she knows she gets out of this unscathed and isn’t that just ironic? though ariel is pretty sure her wrist is sprained, she’s clutching it, can’t remember what happened there, she thinks something got slammed into her arm, whatever, she doesn’t care. ariel is out, she’s made it out, when she collides with a form that’s so familiar it makes her want to cry. “let me see,” she says instead of greeting him, of course he’s here right now. surely he has to know what she means as she holds out her hand, it’s shaking and her wrist is bruised. “let me see.”

Ariel stepped a bit further into the room, still flashing an uncharacteristically cocky smirk in her direction. It was unlike her to have this much confidence, but perhaps the demon brought that out in her. “Just be careful next time, please? Because contrary to popular belief.. some demons like yourself are actually  tolerable.” A wink was added to the end of the sentence, so she would know that the comment was made in jest. 

“Thank you very much~”

Cue sappy ass post about how proud I am of my man. Honestly Ben has put his heart and soul into every single performance of Dear Evan Hansen. It has been incredible to watch him perform and kill it every single night. I’m so proud of you baby. I know you’re sad that your run is over but we have so many things to look forward to in the future. I love you more than anything my love. I’ll be right here beside you holding your hand forever. 💕 @benschiffplattypus