#whatthe hell

Oh and she decided to undiagnose me with a few of my former diagnoses. So no diagnoses for me I fucking guess. Except OCD.

Sorry for Me by Ricky Montgomery(Lmao, my first non-RWBY song) is GREAT for Alain, I think.

It’s a song about abuse and standing up to it. You have lines like “I punch my fist right through the wall” that fit scenes in the series and “Now that it's over, I don't know how to feel” go with that feeling of breaking free from it, yet still feeling guilt and confined. Lysandre is gone, but it doesn’t mean he’s hurting any less. It doesn’t mean any wounds, physical or mental, are healed and gone. And then there’s the final bit of the chorus “I wouldn't want to make you sorry for me” where it could be read as Alain not waiting any words of sympathy from Lysandre because he knows they’re not genuine, that they’re coming from a place of disgust or malice because Alain’s finally turning his back on him.

Song - https://youtu.be/4F_lJG833TY?si=wfG1TNqkTE2R2MYf

HI AGAIN. I got a rush of motivation so I'm taking the chance to respond to all my asks mybad !

"Now that it's over I don't know how to feel."

"So, watcha think? Do you think it would make you sad? Watcha you think? Do you think it would make you sorry? Well, I'm sorry I wouldn't want to make you sorry For me."

there was a soft sigh when he spotted ares finally approaching the front of the building, moving to get to his feet immediately. he’d been sitting in the lobby for maybe twenty minutes between the call to his boyfriend and his arrival, frankly because he had nowhere else to go. there was no chance he was going back upstairs — not today, at least — and he couldn’t just walk home. not looking like this. he wasn’t convinced that calling ares here, to the scene of the problem, was really that good of an idea, but he really had no other choice. he was hoping that his boyfriend would merely call when he was outside, save the whole surprise moment for somewhere that wasn’t the company building. even right outside of the doors would’ve been fine. but perhaps his tone of voice when he’d called from the bathroom wasn’t convincing enough. nothing he could do about it now, he supposed. he approached the other quickly, head tilted down to try and push back the inevitable for a little bit longer. “let’s go,” he murmured, a hand lifting to try and turn ares around towards the door. but the efforts only lead him to collide with another body in his frantic effort, forcing his head up and his evidently busted lip out. his eyes drift from the stranger towards ares. jesus. “i fell upstairs,” he falsely (and calmly) explained, both hands lifting this time to try and coerce him backward again. he didn’t want to go through this here or now — or ever really. his gaze grew pointed, ready to put up a fight if his boyfriend wasn’t going to budge. he knew there was no point in trying to physically move him; it’d never work. so trying to prove his words true was his only shot at winning here. “it was an accident.” the words came out easily, almost as if he fully believed them — he’d been repeating them long enough that he might as well have. “let’s go or i’m leaving without you.”