tossing and turning
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It seems that human food doesn't really do much for the SOUL.
Well, maybe it would if it had been special food. Frisk vaguely remembers hearing about food made by dear loved ones can help heal heartbreak, and that might be close enough to count.
But they don't really...have that right now. They just have castle-made candies and cakes and fruit, and while that was better than nothing, none of that stops the uncomfortable ache settled in their chest and pulsing through their body.
They also recall a little rabbit child talking about how sleeping could help with that. Well, sleeping in hotels specifically, but that rabbit had been in a hotel, and the castle could probably be called a hotel, albeit one filled with unwilling residents.
And so they quest to find a place to take a nap, without having to worry as much about being found by a particular troubled skeleton. They haven't given up on him, nowhere near it, but they'd like to be healthy when they meet again just in case. So their usual resting spot of "in the garden" was discarded, since it's right in the middle of everything.
As nice as it had been to be outside during it, their original plan--to hide out on top of a tower and catch a nap there--was foiled by the rain that came with the storm.
So Frisk carefully steals through the castle towers until they find one with a mostly-empty bedroom almost to the top, and try to rest there.
Key word: try.
The bed is very soft and comfortable, and they hover around the hazy edges of sleep for what feels like hours, but they never quite make it there. They're too worried about...sort-of-Papyrus. And Sans. And their friends they left behind, and their friends here, and just--everyone. They can't focus on a goal until they feel better, but they can't rest unless they stop worrying, and so they just cycle through thoughts over and over and over. And their low HP only distracts them even more.
So eventually, Frisk gives up and collapses into a soft-ish chair by the tower's window instead, watching the sky turn oranges and pinks, and a handful of stars appear between swaths of cloud. Maybe they'll be soothed to sleep by the prettiness of it.
[backdated in the castle's nebulous timeframe of after their 'fight' with S4 and meeting Thor, but before everything else.]
Well, maybe it would if it had been special food. Frisk vaguely remembers hearing about food made by dear loved ones can help heal heartbreak, and that might be close enough to count.
But they don't really...have that right now. They just have castle-made candies and cakes and fruit, and while that was better than nothing, none of that stops the uncomfortable ache settled in their chest and pulsing through their body.
They also recall a little rabbit child talking about how sleeping could help with that. Well, sleeping in hotels specifically, but that rabbit had been in a hotel, and the castle could probably be called a hotel, albeit one filled with unwilling residents.
And so they quest to find a place to take a nap, without having to worry as much about being found by a particular troubled skeleton. They haven't given up on him, nowhere near it, but they'd like to be healthy when they meet again just in case. So their usual resting spot of "in the garden" was discarded, since it's right in the middle of everything.
As nice as it had been to be outside during it, their original plan--to hide out on top of a tower and catch a nap there--was foiled by the rain that came with the storm.
So Frisk carefully steals through the castle towers until they find one with a mostly-empty bedroom almost to the top, and try to rest there.
Key word: try.
The bed is very soft and comfortable, and they hover around the hazy edges of sleep for what feels like hours, but they never quite make it there. They're too worried about...sort-of-Papyrus. And Sans. And their friends they left behind, and their friends here, and just--everyone. They can't focus on a goal until they feel better, but they can't rest unless they stop worrying, and so they just cycle through thoughts over and over and over. And their low HP only distracts them even more.
So eventually, Frisk gives up and collapses into a soft-ish chair by the tower's window instead, watching the sky turn oranges and pinks, and a handful of stars appear between swaths of cloud. Maybe they'll be soothed to sleep by the prettiness of it.
[backdated in the castle's nebulous timeframe of after their 'fight' with S4 and meeting Thor, but before everything else.]
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Date: 2015-12-24 03:30 am (UTC)Frisk's throat feels tight. They hadn't managed to put their thoughts into words like that, but by the pain on their face, it's clear she's right.
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Date: 2015-12-24 03:38 am (UTC)"It's all right to feel sad about those memories. That feeling is important. But it's important to leave room in your heart for new memories, too." She leans forward just a little bit. "Soon, you'll make even more precious memories to share again."
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Date: 2015-12-24 06:12 am (UTC)The situation feels too complicated to explain, even if they wanted to, which they don't. Frisk doesn't even know if they'll be able to be friends again, since he's so different and--Grune's right, they need to leave room, but they don't know how long it might take to not see someone else and ache and fear before they can.
"...hope you're right."
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Date: 2015-12-24 06:30 am (UTC)"They might be different kinds of memories, but that's all right. They'll still be precious."
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Date: 2015-12-24 06:50 am (UTC)They don't know what else to say, so they just let their eyes slip shut and try to let the touch relax them.
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Date: 2015-12-24 07:05 am (UTC)"Someday, you'll be good friends again. You just need a little time, that's all."
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Date: 2015-12-24 04:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2015-12-24 10:11 pm (UTC)