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just before i pass out have another shitpost, brought to you by a gay known as @strawhatsanddelibirds who had a dream that i made possible

“I’ve been lost for far too long   I need to find my way

                                                                Trying hard to carry on                                                                    But still feel far away

                  Help me past the darkness in my mind.”

Don’t worry folks, I’m not completely art-dead from the holiday season... yet...

He didn’t think he was much for wine, but then, he hadn’t been much for friends, either, and yet here he was. Tokaku wasn’t holding his glass properly, cradling it in both hands, his slender and delicate finger-bones fidgeting about it like it didn’t fit; but he was holding it, at least, and occasionally sipping from it. He wouldn’t admit aloud, but the sweetness was... pleasant. Even if there were other flavours he found mild disagreement with.

         —He had never been much for alcohol.

True enough, he knew that what the mirrored individual beside him spoke of, was not of the grander-seeming accomplishments. The CORE was not the extraordinary thing he spoke of, no; it served a purpose, but it paled when compared to... well. That, he would not even admit to himself, except in hushed moments, when he was reminded.

Tokaku’s gaze averted. A question sat on his lip-plates for far longer than it ought to have, before it was borne to the air.

“What is to come after?”

His voice was as distant as his gaze as he posed that question, open and without focus. It was the least guarded he had been in a long time. He had been so vulnerable as of late, and he was afraid of it.

retelling of the event that led to the Café Crunch™ in meme format

          The former scientist languished in a spell of nonexistence, skirting the tips of his shoes along a shore that simply should not be. They waded along the shallow end of ENTROPY, watching as it continued, endless, the gradual decay of perceived order until it was ripped into place once more, echoing countless ends. Forever.

    “It is–a TALL order, my boy.       Though I know those words, it is so difficult to truly adhere to it.

                   It is . . very easy to pretend, yes?”

   Just as existence did not quite settle upon KINDNESS the way it truly ought to, so too did the endless nothings of the void fail to settle upon SERAFIN; at least, in part. It was as a tide attempting to swallow the shore – perhaps it eroded the shoreline, but it was a process so slow that the naked eye could not perceive it, and ultimately it could not steal the beach away from the land wholly. The void did so want to claim Fin, and had him in part, but feared for that fervent life burning inside of him.

   There’s a smile played on his face, more a mask than anything. He’d been thinking again. His voice reflects that: it is soft and pensive, speaking in hushed tones of his introspection.

  “You think so?      It’s a survival instinct for me.

        At least… half of it is.”

(( bit late, but, here’s the tie-up from the Arachnophobia event!

        The exiled princess clung to hope’s ghost amidst the chaos and heart-ache surrounding them. There once was a time when she thought herself the only being in the entire world that suffered-- how could she not when so many others had parents and homes and security? Meanwhile, she had grown as a spurned thing, an object of fear and jealousy, and so she had sought the company of wolves, far preferable to that of men (and a mother-figure who would sooner eat her heart than see her live and be happy). 

But no more. She saw now how others like her suffered from similar prejudice, but she also saw the purity of their souls and the depths of their love. How poignant, she thought, to find a home amongst monsters who shared more humanity than humans could ever dare. 

Moon-colored eyes flitted towards the other’s own. She fondly smiled, hoping that her stalwart optimism would ease but a little of her companion’s worries. After all, if a wretch like her could find a place to belong, then surely this war would end, just as the sun emerges after a storm. 

“No, kind are you for being a stronghold to me when I was friendless. Before you, despair marked my days, pain haunted my footsteps, but then you came, and marked was all by sunlight.” 

She placed a gentle hand upon his shoulder, now far easier to reach. She wasn’t that little girl he encountered in the wood so many years ago. They’d both changed, and with their scars, there was also growth and new beginning.