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Hey, mun speaking for a moment just to say that this is a looooong musing post, so I've put it under a read-more for a cleaner dash. However, I do want it to be read! If you wanna read it, just see for yourself. No one's stopping you.
I know I drone on a lot, but I've admittedly found a lot of security in just a couple of words, said by a particular person. Bein' attacked in the sky ain't the best, but bein' saved is even worse and pretty embarrassing, especially by them. "I'm not to proud'a what y'just saw." I say, they just smile, and tell me. "It's okay, Falco."
The softness of how they speak makes me realize things, even if I can't see them or even if I don't actually got a clue who they are, as long as their voice is there. Actually, I did get strong feelings for the figure, tellin' myself;
I only had one chance. I can't shove it away.
So comes a stupid little tournament outta nowhere, the figure is invited to participate, but I'm not - at least not for another while. Naturally, I worry about the figure, but at the same time, I know they can protect themselves. As if they knew how I was thinking, they simply walked up to me and smiled, they told me "It's okay, Falco." They sounded happy, and it all lined up with the soft voice the figure had, admittedly, I think a lot about things when I hear those words paired with that voice.
I have one chance. I can't shove it away.
It's not long after before I find myself joining in. Hey, the fightin's pretty fun, I enjoyed kicking some ass for once. In the final match, stood before me the figure, we traded some trash talk, and we fought. I lost, ass hard on the ground. They reach out for me t'help me up. Man, I felt pretty fucked over at the time, but again, as if they could read my expression... "It's okay, Falco." I couldn't help but smile, I felt warm from it now, it was almost indescribable. All I knew?
That I had once chance. I couldn't shove it away.
I shouldda figured that out sooner. I shouldda known their feelings. They figured it out and they knew their feelings.
A few months pass, and we're here in this dump. After arguing a little, the figure smiles at me, practically straddlin' me is it is. I couldn't speak, I couldn't say shit, I didn't know what shit to say. Their lips pressed against mine, with a smile across their face, but it'd go away when I acted like a total prick and pushed 'em. They hit the edge of the bed, they hit the ground. I tried to speak, but they said those words to me. "It's okay, Falco." This time, there was no smile, not from me or from them, they were crying, I couldn't even fake a smile at that.
Before I could say anything, they ran away, leavin' no trace that they were ever in the room with me, and from that point, they eventually started to drift away altogether. Back there, I realized what a shitty, hollowed out asshole of a guy I was.
I had one chance. I shoved it away.
It wasn't even days that had passed before I started t'notice that they were tryna avoid me. I wanted to speak with 'em, I wanted to share my feelings with 'em. The feelings that they tried to share with me. The chance that I'd shoved away, I wanted it back, I wanted a do-over. But there ain't no such thing as do-overs.
"We need t'talk." I spat, lookin' at the figure, arm-in-arm with another guy, the sight of it pissed me off. "It's okay, Falco." They growled, spoutin' other shit at me, but that was the only thing that really stood out, the only thing that really dug deep. Those words, I didn't think I'd ever get upset by hearin' them, but I knew the fact that I was gettin' upset by hearin' them was entirely my fault.
I had one chance. I shoved it away.
It was at that point I noticed that there was a genuine wall formin' between us. I wanted to get it away, I wanted it to go away, I threw my fist. My fist hurt. I'm not strong enough? But I'm definitely strong enough! I told myself.
I lied to myself. At least this time I realized the truth a lot faster.
Days go by n' turn into a week, and another week. I'm still pissed with myself. But luckily, I met someone else. Hopefully, I didn't shove them away.
As anxious as I was t'try again, I asked this new figure on a date, and they obliged. I was really happy, of course. But at the same time, there was a sorta voice in me that sounded dissatisfied, a voice in me that didn't sound proud of me at all. My feelings were genuine, I asked myself, Why do I feel this way? I got somethin' I wanted.
And then I realized how fuckin' selfish I was.
I just wanted what I didn't try t'get, I just fuckin' reached out for who I wanted, when I wanted, without realizin' that they could try the same thing with me.
That was the chance I shoved away.
I challenged the wall again, I went to talk to the figure, but the wall built itself. I punched. I kicked. I growled. I failed again. I failed better. At least I was gettin' somewhere. I knew I just had to keep tryin'.
My new partner indirectly kept me strong. In fact, they made me stronger. They didn't save me from my nightmares n' sleepless nights though. They were the worst, before the wall, before anything, I had to overcome these. Every single time, I was woken up by the image of the figure, grabbing me, pinnin' me down on my bed in a completely warped room. "It's okay, Falco." They told me, but fuck no, it wasn't okay. Just like before, I couldn't speak, I was powerless. But that's exactly how I'd always felt on the situation - powerless. Maybe the dream was supposed to make me realize somethin', but I don't know what. All I know;
I had one chance, I shoved it away.
I figured I was strong enough, so I stood up and marched out of my room, I marched past anyone who was in my way, I wanted to see the figure, only them.
But when they showed up, the wall appeared. I grit my teeth and braced my fists. I punched. I kicked. I growled. I failed. But it didn't stop me. I kept at it. I hit the wall. I hit myself. It was the pain I had t'bear. Stronger. Tougher. Faster. Better.
It broke. It shattered to a clear image of them, I frowned, since I realized again what I'd put 'em through. The sound of their cryin' fucked me up, the sound of their anger fucked me up. At least this time, I could form the words t'say, t'make amends. I pulled them through the broken wall, int'my arms.
"I'm sorry."
...They looked at me, and smiled, gently, cutely. "It's okay, Falco." And for once, I smiled at those words again, the look on their face mirrored the look on mine. I wanted to say "I love you." but I was afraid of fuckin' things up again then and there. But that's not t'sayh I won't try.
Secluding herself from the rest of the hotel residents, she retreated to the hotel's own library and sat herself down once she had found a book to read.
With that, Rosalina had decided to take the chance to look around. "I wonder who all is here.." She muttered, unsure of what nonsense awaited her. Luma patted Rosalina's shoulder with one of his arms reassuringly. "Don't worry, mama! Everything will be fine!" He told her. He was sure everything was going to be alright. Maybe they could even befriend people. It all excited him, really. Rosalina nodded in agreement. "You're right, Luma. Let's go see who all is here."
