#rooksgestalt

" So I ran out and got you coffee and donuts, feel free to take anything other than the pink frosted sprinkled one, that baby is mine. " Peter sets down two boxes of a dozen donuts and coffees catered to their different tastes that he just happened to memorize onto the table. Before Gestalt can say anything or reach for any of the offered beverages or desserts, he suddenly has the donut he called moments before in his hand with a bite already taken from it and a blissful expression on his face.

" 'Thank you so much Peter for your heroism of getting me caffeine when you know I'm grumpy without it.' Why, you're welcome, Gestalt!  Always happy to help. " Peter spoke to himself dramatically, trying to mimic the other's accent when speaking as them.

       ❝ i can’t believe she’s really gone. ❞ myfanwy isn’t looking at any of them. if anything, she’s still in a daze. part of her is angry, furious even. after everything they’ve been through, everything she’s done...and yet she can’t even be ANGRY at her properly, because that’s what the note had encouraged, hadn’t it ?

       put the blame on me.

       she wants to, wants to blame linda for all of it. but SHE CAN’T, can she ? not really. linda’s absence hurts. ‘i’m not leaving without her’, she’d told ingrid and gestalt. but linda had made that decision for her, like she’d made so many decisions for her in the past. ❝ we have to find her. i have some THINGS i have to talk to her about. ❞ finally, she looks at them, each of them, the four parts of this whole soul that she’s grown to care for. ❝ will you help me ? please ? ❞

       she’s told herself time and time again that this is a TERRIBLE idea, that she shouldn’t do it. in practically every sense, this is the worst thing to do. but myfanwy’s angry, and angry people aren’t always rational. it’s been a long time since she’s seen a face of gestalt’s that she recognizes, and the familiarity of it almost hurts a little.

       no, angry, remember ? angry face.

       ❝ so what exactly was your master plan here, gestalt ? did you think the checquy would just...never find out about you ? there might be a version of you out there, but we’ve got three of you in here. and you’ve pissed off basically EVERY remaining member of the court. we will find you, and we will stop you. so whatever you’re planning, you’re going to fail. i just...wanted you to know that. ❞

Go into the inbox right now and tell my muse exactly what you think of them! Anon or not! (accepting)

A dramatic deep gasp ❝Of me? I am certainly one of the most trustworthy people in this city!❞