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It's... hard for him to take. The island feels the same as it's ever been. Fresher maybe. The castle is itself. Asriel is back right where he started, next to the hyacinth bush he woke up beside months ago. Dread welled in the pit of his stomach: oh no not again please not again
Relief sweeps through him when he finds the loamy black patches of soil with tiny green sprouts. Over the past month, the goat child nursed those tiny little plants, which grew from the golden flower seeds he picked off his sweater, pants, and fur from when he fell asleep in the Ruins. He knew it took a month or two of dormancy--longer if necessary, depending on the seasons--before the plants popped out of the ground, but he hadn't expected them to grow. Watering this little patch gave him something to do... a routine to follow like brushing your teeth or making the bed. ...Okay, he admitted. Maybe there was a part of him that hoped the seeds would make it. Sure enough, they did. It felt... weirdly validating, in a way.
If he's still in his current time, this means... oh.
Should one be taking a walk in the gardens that day, they may see Asriel on his knees in the flowers, head lowered in thought. His expression looks... numb.
[[OOC: For those who got their soul stolen, Asriel can apologize to your character here. If not, they're free to just chat. Thank you everybody who participated in the Hyperdeath event! :D]]
Relief sweeps through him when he finds the loamy black patches of soil with tiny green sprouts. Over the past month, the goat child nursed those tiny little plants, which grew from the golden flower seeds he picked off his sweater, pants, and fur from when he fell asleep in the Ruins. He knew it took a month or two of dormancy--longer if necessary, depending on the seasons--before the plants popped out of the ground, but he hadn't expected them to grow. Watering this little patch gave him something to do... a routine to follow like brushing your teeth or making the bed. ...Okay, he admitted. Maybe there was a part of him that hoped the seeds would make it. Sure enough, they did. It felt... weirdly validating, in a way.
If he's still in his current time, this means... oh.
Should one be taking a walk in the gardens that day, they may see Asriel on his knees in the flowers, head lowered in thought. His expression looks... numb.
[[OOC: For those who got their soul stolen, Asriel can apologize to your character here. If not, they're free to just chat. Thank you everybody who participated in the Hyperdeath event! :D]]
hes pissed lmao
Date: 2016-11-12 03:06 am (UTC)They sigh tiredly. "You're--you're just a kid. No one has the best judgment, but y-you had reasoning. I totally get it. It's okay."
Frisk presses their palms against their eyes to get the itch to leave. "You were scared and, and took the opportunity given to you, you… were scared. People do bad things when they're hurt, a-and scared. Right?"
They release, and the tired expression shifts to one that's set more in regret. "And… I'm sorry for yelling. Before. I didn't understand what was going on then, but I think I do now. You didn't want to have to stop caring for people. You didn't want the castle, to… to keep ripping up families.
"B-b-but, e-even though you hurt people…! All you did was… I mean, everything you did wasn't because you stopped caring. It's because you loved us a lot. The island was destroyed but with good intentions."
Frisk looks up, fidgeting with their sweater collar. They're very bad at hiding the fact they're nervous. "I mean. I don't wanna assume a lot. I'm--I can't say I'm not kind of bitter about this. A lot bitter. I hate fire. But I try to be understanding, um… I just don't want you to feel horrible about something bad you did to try and help everyone. Just, try to learn from it, like, uh… maybe. Don't do that again."
"PULL! YOURSELF! TOGETHER!"
Date: 2016-11-14 09:00 am (UTC)"So I've been thinking. Even after all this... I don't want to isolate myself again. I blamed Flowey for everything. I just wanted to pretend everything I did wrong was because I didn't have a soul. As long as I was still "myself" I wouldn't do anything like what I've done Underground." A sad smile crosses his face. "...Turns out love makes you do crazy things. I forgot about that."
"Frisk... you don't look so good. It's not because I burned you, is it?"
"YOU BIG BLUBBERING BABY. I CANT BELIEVE YOURE ME"
Date: 2016-11-14 05:36 pm (UTC)"And, uh… being killed didn't have a lasting effect like this back in the Underground." A half-lie. Their blindness was from fire, too. "But here, I think so. Yeah."
"YOU REALLY ARE A PATHETIC WHELP"
Date: 2016-11-15 05:37 pm (UTC)"Should I leave you alone then? If you need some privacy, I mean..." He can deal with Flowey's wrath, but he'd rather not Frisk get caught in the middle.
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Date: 2016-11-19 01:30 am (UTC)"Uh. Sorry, um, yeah. I could kinda use a break from… everything." And everyone, but that's rude to say.
"Just be careful, okay? I don't want to hear you got strangled to death by vines or something."
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Date: 2016-11-19 01:45 am (UTC)