scawwy: pc: rondo

[trashprince]

[ two creature boys, one pc post that will soon have a real meme ]

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[flameguard]

[ oh… the emotion is … sorrow. ]

Caelus… that’s hardly your fault.

[trashprince]

[ just holding the ball. considering that emotion and those words. ]

She was right there on the stage with me and I didn't protect her even once. [ a sigh ] I guess I didn't hurt her, either.

[ so one layer of failure instead of utter devastation ]

[flameguard]

[ he's quiet, for a moment, looking down at his hands - fingers winding together in his lap, the gesture anxious. ]

... This place tends to make it impossible to do so. [ to protect people. rondo certainly felt the same, way back on his adventure - it felt like years ago. even if his stomach swoops unhappily, and his emotions do much of the same, he could never, ever hold it against caelus. ]

... What happened to you all?

[trashprince]

We were in a beauty pageant and the most important thing was to win. It felt like that was the only thing that mattered.

[ holding the ball to his chest, now. comfort. not quite a hot water bottle but it's a shape. caelus loves shapes. ]

I wasn't myself--or, no. It was more like I had memories of a completely different life.

[flameguard]

[ well that's... violating and awful, and it explains a few things. he frowns - not that caelus can SEE IT - and stays quiet for a long moment. ]

... All of you did, I'm guessing? That's...awful. [ ... ] How did you both get so injured from a beauty pageant...?

[trashprince]

That is what it felt like. Seemed like. There would be moments where I'd almost...

[ he trails off into nothing and suddenly the mood swings somewhere wretched. ]

Dan Heng.

[ folding up into a seat and then down, over his legs ]

It wasn't really him. [ he lets the ball roll away from him across the bed ] But I had to watch him die. [ shaking head. quiet. ]

[flameguard]

[ oh no. well - instinctually, he gets up and picks up the ball, making noise as he approaches, and... once he does, he sits down on the bed next to him, trying to make his presence obvious.

it's not a name he knows, but that doesn't matter. the sense of permeating, painful loss is more than enough. ]

... It doesn't make it any easier. [ to know that it's not really them. he was lucky, on his - he didn't have to watch anyone die but sazantos, someone who he was already pressed into killing with his own hands at home, let alone here. ] I'm so sorry, Caelus.

[trashprince]

It was like a bad dream. I could only remember who he was when the birds...

[ shakes head. forget it. caelus can't, but there's no need to imprint his own pain onto rondo. he's never been anything but kind. ]

I want to answer your questions. During the dramatic improv part--[ a normal pageant thing ]--there were guns. I thought they were fake at the time, but they probably were real. I didn't get shot. I never touched a gun. I tackled.