@flashbck spoke : " tell me . the words i've been waiting to hear . "
deltarune chapter five sentence starters .
she's going to make me . from a long untouched recess in the back of their mind , memories of childhood surface .
the way she would cry piteously , to ensure their punishment whenever they mistreated her .
( no , that isn't fair . she was only upset . still , annoyance would itch under their skin at the sight of her tears all those years ago --- desperation to clamp a hand over her mouth and fervently apologise before things could get out of hand . before she could tell . things have come full circle . )
her hopeful smile as she pressed close , whispering in their ear about who they ought vote for the king and queen of the festival .
not azzy and dess . me and you , krissy . we could win , couldn't we ? let's write our names instead , please ? please ? ' noel hollyday . ' ' kris dreamer . '
the silly games of ' house ' she roped them into . the candy ring proposals she would either initiate or meaningfully hint for . the matching outfits , her angel wings white and downy , their devil horns crimson and cheap .
noelle never knew what they were thinking . of that much , krissy is sure . she liked that about them , they think .
they would always indulge her to some extent --- whether it was their own desire to do so , or simply for fear of a wiffle bat to the head if they neglected her , remains veiled in uncertainty .
but all the same , they would hold her hand with minimal fuss , wouldn't they ? comfort her , tease her , sulkily kiss where they hurt her better . invite her to the ferris wheel when she wailed over their losing ballots , only to rattle the ride once they reached the top . laughing when she screamed , grinning with gapped teeth when she clutched them fearfully .
gazing a little too long , a little too lovingly , when her sniffling and tears gave way to harmless irritation over their prank .
they could never bear to see her cry . they still can't .
it's going to make me . a reluctant answer rises from their throat like bile . crimson eyes bore into their childhood friend hauntingly . their cold , slender fingers wrap around hers tightly . they won't let her go again . they won't go away again .
no one can make you , krissy . these wicked thoughts are excavated from a dirty , disgusting part of them , after all . not conjured from the thin air . no external force to blame , not entirely . acutely aware of her thorn slitting their soft skin as they clutch her close , and utterly uncaring of this fact , they swallow .
" elly ... my elly . " soft - spoken , mumbly . themself .
not what she wants to hear anymore , they know .
krissy feels suffocated . krissy feels suffocating .
[ * ❤️ Noelle will be my festival date. * ]
