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...A mole...
No. You don't care if she was a mole. You don't care if she betrayed you or the other students.
You're going to protect her with your life. She's not dying.
You knock on her door; you still think that her status could actually help you escape.
"Aleesa, we need to talk. This is important."
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"Ow, o+w, o+w, o+w..." you mutter to yourself, fighting through the cloud of bees that is now covering the island. Nowadays, you rarely leave the infirmary in case someone is seriously injured by the bees or has an allergic reaction, like Ian. Also, the swarm is making it difficult to move around. But today, you have a purpose. You've left the infirmary now because there is someone you need to check on...a promise you have to keep. So, you draw yourself up in front of Aleesa Karaki's door and knock three times, as you always do.
"Aleesa? It's me, Po+rrim. Please o+pen up, I'm getting- OW! Stung up o+ut here."
You had a hunch that after the trial, nobody trusted you. Not even those you called friends.
But you didn't care. From here on in, you were not talking to anybody. You would just keep to yourself, and try to find out who the real killer was. However, you felt at least someone had to know, and you figure you'd tell the one who you knew still trusted you.
But after this, that was it. You had no time for your fellow captives anymore. Not until this culprit was found.
You knock on her door.
"Aleesa."
shslhumanitarian replied to your post “hhhhhhhh”
[shy alternate universe kisses to the cheek]
ƒяσм ∂υℓℓ тσ νιвяαηт || Closed AU RP with shslhumanitarian
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ฬhat would a colorful world ever look like? It seemed that, as of late, such a thought had been consistently pervading your mind. As you would stroll down the oh so familiar path you'd always take to the mountain of your island, several questions such as those had crossed your mind lately. After all, you had heard of the stories of other individuals being able to see a bright, beautiful world. One full of color, which was a stark contrast to a dull, seemingly lifeless one which you were living. Not to mention you had spent nearly 20 years of your life simply unable to see said world. Were such tales ever true? Being able to one day see beauty in a world that was seemingly so plain? It seemed almost absurd. Of course it didn't help either that you would have to meet a so called 'soulmate'. Feh. For you, such an occurrence was highly unlikely. After all, you did have the influence of the Horrorterrors affecting you, so even if you did stumble across them... what would even happen? Perhaps it was best to stop thinking of such silly tales, eh? After all, fate was always cruel to you. Such was proven by... well, your life in general, to put it simply. And so you would continue to wander down this path, mind still set on such tales. But little did you know what was in store for you as you would continue to walk around on your island...
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Usually, he wouldn't bother listening to the prayers sent to the dead-- none were ever really for him, that or he didn't care. So all in all, he expected the same from the prayer coming in. It was a projecting voice that everyone seemed to know so well- he knowing sickening TOO well. It was Aleesa's voice, of all people.
As he heard Aleesa go down the list of people who he had been forced to be stuck with for the rest of eternity, he rolled his eyes, curling up on his side, not wanting to listen anymore of her sappy prayers to everyone-- but him.
---- " E-Eri..."
He slowly perked up to hear what she had to say, only to quickly regret it and cover his fin-like ears in disgust-- not with her-- with himself. He couldn't stand listening to what she had to say anymore, because it was too painful for him to even think about. All the things he should've done, all the things he should've said, if only he just told her how he really felt, and kept his mouth shut about everything-- just maybe he could have been there for her, holding her close and whispering soft encouragements to her. But he couldn't. And it drove him insane.
-------------" OH JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY! "
he screamed towards the sky above them, translucent violet tears running down his grey face, as he pressed as hard as he could to keep the sound out of his thinking pan. No more, this was probably the worst he has ever felt in such a long time-- and--
it
was
all
his
fault.
S-Show me love..?
/roll 1d10+1d20[Rolling: 1d10={9}+1d20={10}][Result: 19]
~ 19. Your muse has been sending letters to mine to cheer them up ~
You find an envelope slid under your door. Walking over, you pick it up and open it. You recognize the handwriting as Aleesa’s. Reading over it, you smile a bit. She’s trying to cheer you up after all the despair lately. “…Thanks, Aleesa.”
"auld lang syne" ((late but eyyy))
send “auld lang syne” for my characters reaction to waking up from a happy dream about your muse —- only to remember that your muse is already dead.
~
{{ You carry her in your arms just as you did once at the pool, smiling as brilliantly as the sun that shines overhead as you race down the sandy shoreline towards the water. This time, however, you don’t let go. You wade farther into the pristine ocean until her feet practically brush the surface, grinning from ear to ear.
"K-Kiki!" she exclaims, although her next words are drowned by the sound of the waves crashing against the beach.
You laugh brightly as you spin her in a circle, setting her down only when you were certain she was already thoroughly soaked through by the breakers’ spray.
"That… not very nice…" But she’s smiling, and you’re smiling, and for a moment you could have sworn time stood still.
It felt… peaceful.
Happy.
You burst into laughter again, and once you do, you can’t seem to stop.
And then you w a k e u p—The room is empty. You hadn’t realized you had fallen asleep in her room. You must have been more exhausted than you thought. Then again, after a sleepless week, it was only to be expected.
Your hand is wound in Eridan’s scarf— her scarf— and you stand up slowly, working out the kink in your neck with one hand as the other carefully refolds the cloth and puts it back in its place.
Another investigation. Another death. And she… she was gone. Forever.
You don’t have any more tears left to shed.
The happy dream vanished, a flimsy soap bubble illusion that popped the moment you awoke.
There was nothing left to smile about.
You leave the room, feeling hollow and tired. She was gone… and she was never coming back. }}
