Nov 25, 2025
Cyrus dusting off his "trauma dumping in an effort to turn someone else as neurotic as he is"
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Cyrus dusting off his "trauma dumping in an effort to turn someone else as neurotic as he is"
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i need no personal information--only the knowledge that healing will find you. even upon the darkest path, there is light waiting for all of us. <3 - L
"Yes, yes. And a blessed eternity to you, as well..."
He leans in just a tad, lowers his voice enough so that others might not hear;
"You're very annoying like this, do you know that? It's perhaps worse than when you were some mindless drone that'd blown a gasket, because now you are simply the mindless drone!"
He laughs as he pulls away, looking off to the side as though they'd shared a joke.
"Really! And to think you believe you have more "free will" and "agency" this way... that's just rather boring."
Especially in a place like Kalos. Perhaps "redemption" could strike for anyone when it was least expected, but to find beauty of all things in this heart of strange modern uniformity, where people live as slaves to their own image and to the whims of their leaders... well, Ghetsis could only imagine Lysandre hadn't been redeemed, but reformed into subservience. Perhaps as a message from the higher-ups, what with the way they dressed him that put forth such a specific image.
———— 🖤┊ SAID SILHOUETTE SHIFTS, head gradually rotating towards his voice, tilted to mull over mild confusion. ❝ ...i remember you, ❞ honeyed words hum, resonating like gentle songs beneath sea. heels striking tile mark her advance, a muted glow illuminating the soft curvature a smile etched into an innocent face. ❝ you are a guest, after all. i am not without manners. ❞
no move is made to lighten the room, nor close their gap. ❝ however... i can't say i was the one to invite you. ❞ her next words lack the coquettish coating plastered on prior, turbulent undertones replacing luscious lilts. ❝ i've never been stood up before. pardon my upset, ❞ nostrils flare as arms cross bosom. ❝ would you care to keep me company? ❞
her blink bathes her briefly in gloom, only brightened when painted lids open once more. ceiling lights flicker, diminishing the peculiar gleam highlighting her... and place upon display a lone chair and a bat laced with ribbons and stickers of kittens.
[ ♥ || @iappearmissing ]
" HA! has anybody told ya you got some great jokes, alder?! "
peony is slapping his knee and laughing dad style.
"No-- but they usually show me to the door! BWAHAHA!"
The energy coming off these two right now could shake mountains and rouse a whole town from their slumber, but they were having such a good time that it was hard to come between them.
" oh, hello there, handsome~ if i had known you would be the one asking the questions today, i would have come in sooner. "
bruce is batting his eyelashes at soren.
admitting familiarity with introductory flirting felt... egotistical, but he'd no influence upon the frequency of people ( once coworkers, now suspects ) shooting their shot. if anything announced his retained modesty, it was the flush of tawny cheeks, the surprised arch of brows, and the slight expansion of pupils amidst baby blues. ❝ he... hey, ❞ he chuckles, a hesitant huff escaping from the sheepish grin he imparted. ( i kinda get the ' blue - eyed gaze ' thing now... )
he finds paperwork an easier task to endure, eyes ( and soon head, once he recollects himself ) fall to peruse clipboard. ❝ bruce wayne, ❞ the name succeeds a clear of throat, marking a hopeful restart to this conversation, but a brief beat passes before the topic can continue. ( i didn't say— ) teeth nip the tip of tongue, consonant drawn out. ❝ ttthank you, for... the compliment, ❞ he mumbles quickly, eager to move on. he couldn't ignore a statement, even if it had nothing of benefit for the case at hand.
❝ we apologize for the disturbance, but we just wanted to verify your location, and any potential corroborators, on may twentieth, ten... thirty p.m. ❞ his eyes close for a moment, suppressing impending slip - up.
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do weird asks include: lance why won't u be leon's friend :( he has a dragon :( it launches tinier dragons out of its head :(
"This is the weirdest thing you've ever asked me, Leon. I will not be your friend. I will, however, be friends with the dragon."
i trusted you
"I'm sorry."
his voice is soft and cracks under the weight of his words like a thin layer of ice on the surface of a fathomless lake; it is not an apology. it is a plea. a prayer.
his excuses will only ring hollow. there was nothing i could do, he wants to say. it was the truth. but cain doesn't believe that. he could have fought harder. he could have hidden. taken volo with him and fled—
no. no he couldn't. there was nowhere beyond Their gaze. the distortion that shrouded hisui from Them was only ever going to be temporary. if he had protected Volo, They would destroy him utterly. he would have suffered the same fate.
(even now he can feel it, his true form trapped within the roiling chaos at the heart of everything. the chain around his neck. he has no lungs, he does not need to breathe. and yet somehow it is strangling him. he feels it in his vessel, too, the tightening leash around his throat that They use to keep him locked away.)
"I'm sorry."
he repeats, choking down the feeling. a chant. a spell. maybe if he says it enough it will bring his dear friend back. maybe it will make the pain stop.
@iappearmissing sent: ❛ what are you doing with that ? ❜- from bruce
"I am merely surveying your hunting tools." The masked monarch investigated the batarang rather intently, noting the contours of the steel before suddenly throwing it into a nearby wall, watching it stick.
He'd turn to the vigilante. "Quite the ingenious design. I may have to include them in my own arsenal when I return to the homeland. They would benefit from vibranium."