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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]]
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Date: 2016-11-13 12:56 pm (UTC)Words are impossible.
The sentiment's probably coming across clearly enough, seeing how hard they're clinging and he's clinging back.
Still. It's not fair. Life's already not, they've known that for a long time, but...stupid castle. Stupid castle. They regret a lot of things they said during their battle--that they remember, anyway, it's hazier and more distant than makes sense--but not that they said the castle was messing with Asriel.
(They're leaning on him kind of hard. Overbalancing is a real risk.)
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Date: 2016-11-15 07:22 pm (UTC)I just wanted to make things right. I don't want to turn back into a flower. I don't want to forget to love. Not after all you've done for me. Not after I started a new life here. I don't want to go back to being... evil.
That's precisely it, wasn't it? Soullessness might not be the problem. Staying a flower couldn't be it either. But the idea of losing all morals and humanity until he'd become something so wicked nothing can redeem him... It frightens him. Honest to god, it frightens him. Cripples him.
He cries out when he falls backward into the grass, taking Frisk with him. It shakes him out of his tears briefly, but he clings tighter to his friend than ever.
man it'd be cool if i didn't lose track of fuckin everything
Date: 2016-11-22 09:58 pm (UTC)"A-Asriel..." Oh, that sounded a lot tinier and sadder than they meant it to. They sniff sharply, trying to stop crying too. That's not helping!
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