when, or how, do the ROs realize that they're in love w the MC? feel free to be extremely infuriatingly vague if this question is too spoilery
this is so spoilery that i take off RUNNING
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when, or how, do the ROs realize that they're in love w the MC? feel free to be extremely infuriatingly vague if this question is too spoilery
this is so spoilery that i take off RUNNING

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I AM SEEING HOZIER TOMORROW NIGHT DURING PRIDE MONTH AND I SIMPLY CANNOT CONTAIN MY EXCITEMENT ANY LONGER!!!!! THIS IS NOT A CONCERT! THIS IS A PILGRIMAGE, THIS IS A SACRAMENT! THIS IS AAAAGHH!
OMFG I AM AFRAID I MAY BURST!
(Hey, I did apologize in advance for the person I was about to become earlier this week....and here she fucking is! lol)
how are we feeling about the photo of oscar on the airplane on the mclaren story on this fine afternoon because personally my internal monologue in relation to that beautiful image is profound keyboard smashing
thatās this one right. bc Yeah
Ginger? What did she do to you?!
She floated past me on a clear-cool day, a playful creature of fluttering silk and wind-swept hair that caught my eye and disappeared around the corner before I could think of something to say.
She seduced me with a wink and the bare line of her shoulders, then lead me into the maze behind velvet curtains, where I lost myself in warm darkness and dreams of her hair, her waist, her nails.
She rose from the sheets, languidly seductive, shook out her curls, and left a lipstick kiss on my cheek that'd left a stain on my pillow by the time I woke up, alone.
[in other words ā what didn't she do?!]
That music drifting from where ever that pearl lingered was ever nagging at the back of Emet-Selch's head. But his focus remained on the human sat upon the floor, whose tears were coming freely now it seemed. And that gaze was ever sharp. He hummed low, and brought that hand back. Both of his gloved hands laced together while elbows rested on his knees where he crouched. "Ah now that is both the right, and wrong, question. What do I want?"
There was a pause, as Emet-Selchās expression soured. Becoming a grimace, and eyes getting flooded with madness for just a few moments. āWhy, I crave the Rejoining of course. Rejoin all worlds and souls! Revive the world as it should be! Bring back our beloved god, our primal, Zodiark. Bring back our HOME. Our PEOPLE.ā Emet then paused and shook his head. Golden eyes sharpening, and he VERY much looked as if he had an internal struggle. Hands gripping them selves tightly.
He muttered quietly. āBut that, is just the tempering talking, the infection of my soul. My madness bubbling from eons of loneliness and distress. This pain in my breast never eases through the many millennia.ā He spoke, voice calming to his somber and gentle tone. One hand lifting and rubbing against the side of his skull. āBut, personally? What do I want for me? I want my friends back, my found family. I want my dearest love back, my wonderful intelligent companions and friendships.ā
āIn this world, the touch of one known as Hydaelyn does not reach. The corruption of any gods can not touch here. This place has become itās own Source, become itās own time and reality. And your souls are so Strong. So much possibility. You are all truly free from what plagues others. And Iā Iām sorry. Perhaps being around mortals too much as broken me. Iāll show my self out.ā Emet-Selch slowly stood up. The motion shaking. Shoulders slumped more than usual, a weight settled upon them.
No more cutting corners. No more weaving fluff around the obvious questions. Jayden demanded these answers not to ease her racing mind, but to complete his vast puzzle. Emet strode into this world as an obvious enigma, out of place yet knowing so much about how everything worked. He knew about reploids, he knew about the mishaps plaguing their peace, and on a more personal level Emet knew her.Ā
If Emet sought out the friends and companions he ventured with long ago, did that mean he knew Shaska? Or Sentinel? They were both at the submarine crash where Emet assisted her best friend out of the damaged machinery. But if that were the caseā¦if Emet knew them in another lifeā¦
Shaska and Sentinel are reploids. Their inner structures and workings were entirely different from humans, including the build of their own souls. They had free will yes, but human souls contrasted from the way reploid souls worked. Couldā¦could that mean?
While the gears worked overtime, Jayden kept attention on Emetās expression and falling mood. A strange color flashed in his eyes, something she hadnāt seen before. His voice rose above Shroudās gentle tune, thunderous, almostā¦deranged. She stayed in place but folded her legs up covering her chest as Emet took on a unforeseen personality. No longer gentle, hardly proud or cocky, but a unforeseen lunacy. A primal god? Spouting new nonsense? The fear came back full throttle, and before she could tap into her watch to call for helpā¦he stopped.
It was just a brief moment ofā¦a completely different Emet. His softspoken tone returned but Jayden hadnāt opened up again. Emotions ran at a high mixing in a disgusting cocktail, making her stomach churn violently and body tremble looking at the regal man. Thereās one thing to point out now: he knelt down to her eye level, speak on her own grounds. Just toā¦keep her calm? Keep her together?
All he uttered, all the truths he pulled from himself, the loneliness heās felt for severalā¦thousands of years, the pain heās burdened from all of itā¦something kicked her. Something deep down kicked her hard in the bubbling pit of her stomach. What a horribleā¦excruciating pain to bear, and for someone who called themselves immortalā¦
ā¦itās not anything like the weight Jayden carried on a daily basis, but she could level with Emet to some degree. At least he had friends at some point in his life. That opportunity never came around for her during the crucial years of her life. No, all she had to experience was pain, hatred, distrust, even death. There were times she desperately could start over again butā¦she looked at herself now. The people whom she considered friends now, the work and her own ambitions slowly etching into her mold, right now Jayden made a name for herself.Ā
But Emet. No one knew him here, and itās likely no one else knew him in the other worlds. Heās a true vagrant, one lone soul passing through time, day by day trekking with only one purpose in mind, but carrying his lost ones along the ride. He had no one to turn to, no one to talk with other than herself and Shaska.Ā
ā¦but he has no home.Ā
Heās all by himself.Ā
āWait.āĀ
It happened suddenly. Jayden threw herself up, reached out to grab his sleeve, and even shouted without thinking it through. Once she realized her sudden outburst the reporter stepped back letting him go. Both arms swayed by her side, head hung down and eyes shut in thought.Ā
Two arguments threw themselves on her table. On one hand, Jayden did not fully trust this man after recent events. He still held an air of suspicion, and yes she did tack in his overly arrogant demeanor in the mix. Shaska did not approve of him either, meaning theyād keep their distance with him. Yet on the other hand, on top of everything else that came to mind, Emet possessed valuable information. Jayden wouldnāt admit either, at least not yet, but she rather enjoyed their conversations so far.Ā
Whatever her decision, itād be all on her when the consequences came knocking at her door.Ā
With a deep, slow inhale the human rose up standing at full height, shoulders turned back and her autumn colored eyes holding, for once, a kind gaze towards Emet.Ā
āā¦.listen. Iā¦I donāt trust you very much. Youāve become a suspicious figure both to myself and to my friend. Iāmā¦Iām not sure what she even thinks of you butā¦ā A long sigh, where both hands curled into fists then loosened on the exhale.Ā āā¦Iā¦canāt lie in saying that I haveā¦become rather fond of your company. Even if Iāve appeared very cold orā¦unfriendly to you, itās beenā¦rather refreshing exchanging these conversations. For that Iā¦do want to apologize. Like I said before, thereās not a lot of people to trust around here these days. Sometimes you have to look after yourself, otherwise the next day your family will find you in the obituaries.āĀ
A sad truth. A harsh reality to live in, to grow up learning and embracing.Ā
āButā¦Iām trying to make it better. Me, my co-workers, the friends Iāve somehow made, we want it all to change. We just want peace, equality among reploids, and we want that trust back.ā At this Jayden took one, very careful step forward and raised a hand to Emet. Her palm out, warmly inviting him for a friendly shake should he accept.Ā
āIām still completely perplexed aboutā¦my former life, how I somehow knew you, or even how you were able to find me but, thereās one thing I promised to myself as I grew up. I could never let anyoneā¦no matter who they wereā¦experience any kind of loneliness. No one should ever in their lifetime embrace it all by themselves, and for you? To carry that with you for so long?ā
āā¦you need someone, and though I said I donāt fully trust you, I donāt mind if you were to come and chat with me again. If youāre here all by yourself, stuck in an unfamiliar world where you have no one to turn to, Iādā¦at least would like there to be one person you can call on.āĀ

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