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Now that the reveal is up, I can post this here! This is the piece I did for the 2015 Good Omens Holiday Exchange, a gift for _SILVERFOX from their prompt! This has been fun and it’s lovely to see everyone’s prompts/gifts~
(So what happened was: Me*reading the prompts*: I’m definitely going to choose an Aziraphale/Crowley-related prompt, DUH
Prompt: The horsepeople…AS ACTUAL HORSES
Me: …fvk
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How do we blow it up? There’s always a way to do that.
Pollution (via incorrect-good-omens-quotes)
fleurette.
❝Like a bird call, or something like that ? Please, Polly. I thought that you would be a little more sophisticated in expressing your need for affection.❞
“ That baffles me. “
“ Since... when have I ever been sophisticated, love? “
fleurette.
❝That would be preferable. Non, merci. I will kiss you anyway, if I may. No asking needed.❞
“ Hm. Sounds about right. Perhaps I ought to make a sound to signal you. I don’t know. “
fleurette.
❝I would assume that you became a selective-amnesiac. If you asked nicely, maybe then I would remind you.❞
“ What is nicely, though? Could you kiss me, pretty please, with ice cream on top? That it? Doesn’t sound very nice to me, really.
Care to enlighten me? “
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“ What if I’d forgotten the answer? Would you remind me then? “
❛We wear the mask that grins and lies, it hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—this debt we pay to human guile; with torn and bleeding hearts we smile, and mouth with myriad subtleties. Why should the world be over-wise, in counting all our tears and sighs ? Nay, let them only see us, while we wear the mask.❜
independent Sechs/King of Façade from NieR: Gestalt/Replicant written by Isabelle-Rose
♔ poem: we wear the mask ♔
Time had not yet chanced to heal the wounds inflicted by man’s ignorance and lust for true understanding of that which was thought to be inconceivable. Though flesh had woven itself anew and left a map of mangled scars, it was the damage done to her heart and mind alike that had yet to be cured.
That was not to say, however, that Fleurette did not trust Pollution. It was with her very life that the experiment trusted the Horseman, for she had been at his mercy since that very day at the side of the stagnant lake.
Ah, but he was not blind to her discomfort. He, like many oddities of this world, perceived quite beyond that which humans were accustomed to. Human herself, undoubtedly, albeit a little… stranger, so to speak. She was nonetheless appreciative of Polly’s subtle way of shifting to accommodate her. The albino reached up to press a kiss to the corner of his lips with a playful smile.
❝Horsepeople are meant to be terrifying and wrathful. And yet, here you have me. What happened, Polly ?❞
Terrifying and wrathful? Not really. It wasn’t required of them to be this way. Really, only Death and War ever seemed to follow this rule.
Pollution was never meant to be terrifying--pro- bably only disturbing, maybe mildly irritating, but mostly unnoticeable. Famine, on the other hand... Well, if one knew and understood just what sort of person Fabio was, they would know that, beneath the intimidating demeanor, he was nowhere near terrifying and wrathful.
“ Mm. Not all Horsepeople. “
Anyway, not the point. The point here was the nickname. He could not quite fathom why she continued to use it on him, even after he’d in- sisted several times that she kindly dispose of it. He had to laugh as soon as he heard it leave her lips once more.
“ And don’t call me Polly, my darling. “
welp. looks like that’s all the drafts he can muster at the moment. I’ll try during the weekend, but I can’t promise because all Chalky wants to do is freaking hybernate ; n ;
i might make a new theme then??? not sure. that might get him back?
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Aaahhhh thank you so much, friendo! I haven’t even been online all that much, but eek ; u ; So happy you thought of me for thisss
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T H E D R EA M:
As weary as he looks, the boy smiles slightly at the greeting and waves. ❝Would you mind taking him to the table?❞ While she is trying to cook with one hand she is really having a hard time.
Ah. Now there’s the rub. Still a little uncomfortable with children, was the Apocalyptic Horseman.
“ Er. I... I guess I could. Take him to the table. “ A narrowing of eyes. “ I’m sort of worried, though. “
D E A T H:
“Yeah. Piper Reed. It’s part of my mortal persona. Along with my modest social media presence.”
“ Mm. So you’ve got one main persona. I’ve got several; kinda hard to keep track. That, and ze- ro social media presence. “
‘ yeah, well – i’m still trying to get good at it. right now i’m little more than an amateur, if we’re being honest. but everyone says i’m really good for my age, especially considering that i’ve only just started. so…’ she shrugs.
‘ is being here a bad thing, or just a different thing? you don’t sound too happy about it. ’ for a moment, she’s worried he only came back to see her – gods, she would never want him to suffer for her sake – but then she realizes that someone of his stature must have a better reason for being here than that.
“ And you probably are, “ said the young man, mouth stretched in a grin. “ Good for your age, I mean--not the... amateur bit. I’ve seen some of your stuff before. No need to doubt it. “
“ But no, no, being here’s not a bad thing--I’m just a lazy bird, and most things tire me out, but I figured it’d be nice to check back in on things, you know. Kick back into the chill teaching life and just... relax.
Plus you’re here, so that ought to be nice. Adventure’s always around the corner. “
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AAaaAAaaHHH you are a lovely person, and I’m sorry I haven’t been able to get back to our thread recently. ; n ; Been on my other blog more, and Chalky just refu-ses to move and do drafts. But gosh, you’re so sweet, and thank you for sending this in. ; u ; ♥ ♥ ♥
I like the way you break stuff.
Quinn to Pollution, probably (via ivory-rabbit)
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❤ ( duhhhh chalky. )
Send ❤ if you ship our muses romantically.
— If I agree, I’ll give a headcanon in return.
Fleurette has but one little trick in getting Pollution to fall asleep. He is not so much accustomed to the human necessity, as strange as he is wont to be, and so the previous experiment has been trying to introduce him to a more… ordinary lifestyle (in between overturning oil tankers and causing leaks in toxic waste plants). She found that stroking her thumb along the bridge of his nose as they lie together sends him off to sleep surprisingly quickly. Goodness only knows why, but she finds it extremely endearing.
Whereupon she felt fingertips ever ghosting the length of her back, the muscles always chanced to tighten as if in fear of an unkind touch. He was by no means a stranger to the mass scarring in the form of twisted, mangled flesh produced at the hand of her captors; it was as ungodly to think of as it was to look upon, or so she presumed, but she needn’t fear Pollution’s judgement. Though she knew that, her body had yet to; it would take time indeed.
❝No idea,❞ hummed Fleurette, who chanced to nuzzle her nose along the groove of his neck where she lay wholly at peace. To entertain the idea of what it was they had done for one another was to spiral into an entire slew of complexities from which they would never return.
Still. It didn’t really hurt to think of it in simple terms, did it ?
❝I like to think that we have made each other much better. I certainly feel like a better person because of you.❞
Mm. Hadn’t yet disappeared, it seemed. Of course, he couldn’t blame her. It was a sen- sitive spot and a sensitive subject, her back-- and not always in the pleasantest of ways. He could still remember how scared and hesitant she’d first been to show him, and how her sobs had broken his tiny rock of a heart.
Still, as littered with scars and a story far too horrific to return to was her back, he loved it for how it was, and he loved her as well. No blemishes, big or small, could ever detract from that.
For the moment, he allowed his head to wander back up to her head, fingers threading through her air, away from that which had caused her some momentary shock and anxiety.
“ Oh? The same goes for me too, I believe. Much change has come to me with your ar- rival. “
