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{ Lilo and Stitch Memes | Not Accepting }

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“ What on earth is this thing?! ”

symbols // NOT ACCEPTING

Between all the other members of the order, Specter Knight was much more a mystery than Polar Knight even was. Several nights he’d found himself muttering to another member of the order with questions and comments--sometimes even made-up stories to piece together something similar to a backstory for the ghastly Knight.

There was one in particular--one he had to ask about--prompting him to explore the disgusting Lich Yard just miles away from his keep in search of the undead man himself. It comes as a surprise that he finds him, half undressed, sitting patiently by a groddy-looking stream. He’s unsure whether he wants to keep looking or not, a mixture of disgust and interest overwhelming him to a point where his face resembled some striking resemblance to a man who’d just choked down something bitter and sour.

Gross. Maybe. Nice? He’s unsure.

I love you starters // NOT ACCEPTING

This had to been the first and only time he’d ever been speechless. It felt like the very person before him had personally taken his tongue from him, rendering him a mess of mutters and mumbles.

It brings out his eyes? Such a compliment was rare, as were all compliments towards his person in this city. He’d grown so used to kindness being given with the stench of alcohol that this very sentence was startling.

A gasp, a stutter, and then words spoken in native tongue. His cheeks burned and eyes darted away, unsure of himself.

Truth // NOT ACCEPTING

It’s almost too quick of a confession--a bit unsettling, really, considering how the King typically acted. But there he was, a dry cough mixed with a laugh and even further painted together with fresh tears, it’s almost cartoonish how this man acted now and then.

TEXTS / NOT ACCEPTING

TO: Gaster

FROM: Samuel Hayden

[ TEXT ]: For the last time, Sheogorath, you can ask for a spare key instead of breaking into my apartment.

[ TEXT ]: It’s getting difficult to tell whether I should be concerned or not after coming home.

Pin my muse // NOT ACCEPTING

      A lot of things are rushing through his mind. Who was this person? How did they get into his apartment? How did they get the better of him--enough to even knock him back down against his bed? Why? There’s far too many questions left unanswered as he immediately reacts by forcing himself back upright. The stranger, nearly hidden in the shadow of his nearly pitch black apartment with only the soft blue of his ocular light illuminating a small portion of their features, seems to have stumbled back from his sudden force. Whatever they were doing, it seemed highly unlikely their intents were good.

Phobia / NOT ACCEPTING

Oneirophobia: My muse has a dream about yours.

Rarely did King Knight find himself having night terrors so frequently, but given the increase in stress and drastic change in schedule, he couldn’t help but let it chew him up more than it should have.

In this one particular nightmare, Johan happened to have appeared--briefly--but still appeared nonetheless. It should have been a reminder of how things have been these past few months. A form of comfort, or something to make the dream any less terrifying, and yet, by the time he’d kicked himself about and awoke after having violently thrown himself off the bed, gasping for air, there was no feeling of comfort.

Wiping is eyes with shaken hands, Augustus scrambles to find his phone, barely able to keep his hand pressed on it’s “home” button to access the voice control. “Call Johan Ross” seemed easy enough to say, but after 6 various attempts to still himself and speak properly, the phone finally begins to dial, leaving him sitting on the floor, curled into himself, pressed against the side of his bed trying so desperately not to choke up a cry.

There’s that familiar, exhausted sounding hello... And then he breaks, filling Johan’s ear with muffled sobs.