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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: 2016-11-16 10:43 pm (UTC)It's a patrol, of sorts - a way to see for himself that everyone is back to normal, that no one else needs help. It's a meandering sort of patrol, because he knows how people can wind up in far flung corners of this place. But also because it's a nice day out and he can actually feel things again.
If he focuses on the smell of grass, he doesn't have to dwell too much on the memories.
At least until he rounds the corner of the hedge maze, and sees Asriel up ahead.
It shouldn't mean anything. Asriel doesn't exactly look the same as he did. But the sight of that fur, those ears, that face, and Kotetsu's chest gives a sudden, violent ache. His SOUL reacting to its temporary thief. He presses a hand to his chest as though to keep it there, gritting his teeth against a rising bile in his throat.
"You..."
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Date: 2016-11-17 02:08 pm (UTC)He may have done it for the greater good, but he learned the hard way that the road to hell is paved with good intentions. What he hoped would happen went catastrophically wrong... he ended up endangering everyone again. Kotetsu's torture meant nothing and had been completely unnecessary in the end.
"Kotetsu..." The one you torched at the Edge. "I..."
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Date: 2016-11-17 05:04 pm (UTC)Losing his soul was like living through all of that all over again, all at once.
If this were still the God of Hyperdeath standing in front of him, he'd at least be getting a solid punch in the face. But it's not. Kotetsu feels his heart lurch in his chest to realize as much, as he strides across the distance between them to get a better look at Asriel.
He really is so small now. That's the first proper thought that comes to Kotetsu. Where before there was a cold and distant cosmic god, now here stands what is unmistakably a child. A child with long ears and fuzzy white fur - didn't Frisk say there was a special name for monsters like that? But a child either way. And a scared one at that.
...damn it. Kotetsu can feel his hackles settling already, and he kind of hates himself for that.
He leans down a little to better look at Asriel. Though there's no warmth in his expression, not as such, neither is there open hostility.
"So. What'd the castle turn you into, anyway? Is this what you normally look like?"
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Date: 2016-11-19 01:27 am (UTC)"Y-Yes." Asriel stuttered. "The person you saw at the Edge... who set you on fire and--and took your soul... that used to be a character I drew and wrote about in stories. He's... he's supposed to be good. He's the Absolute God of Hyperdeath, but--but he's supposed to use his powers to save everyone. Like a superhero for the galaxy..."
Twice in a row, Hyperdeath did the exact opposite. What used to be an innocent past-time mutated into Frankenstein's monster. It sickened him knowing he can masquerade as his own creation and bring misery to everyone involved; he'll never pick up another crayon or pencil if it meant protecting people from his own art.
"I'm--I'm so sorry..." he croaked. "I really hurt you... and I put you through so much. I made such a big mess. All because I got scared..."
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Date: 2016-11-19 01:41 am (UTC)Kotetsu sighs, shoulders slumping, his gaze falling to his feet for a moment. For a moment, he sounds and feels just as old as Barnaby jokes that he always is.
Then he reaches out, very carefully, and pats Asriel on the head. After that, he sits himself down on the grass next to the little monster, legs crossed, hands resting on his knees.
"Why'd you get scared?" He doesn't look at Asriel just yet.
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Date: 2016-11-22 01:43 pm (UTC)"Something terrible happened to me a long time ago." the goat child explains. "Because of that, I don't have a soul anymore. Without a soul... I lose all my compassion. I can't love anyone anymore. I become this awful flower named Flowey who only wants to hurt everyone." Which is a story by itself Asriel wasn't ready to talk about yet. "Since waking up on this island, even though I still don't have a soul, I'm still... 'myself.' I can still care about people and I haven't changed back into a flower. But then, I learned... nobody stays on this island forever. One day, anyone could disappear and you'd never see them again. Friends, family... it doesn't matter. I could wake up one day as Flowey, as though nothing happened, and..."
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Date: 2016-11-22 03:45 pm (UTC)"Yeah. That does sound...pretty awful." It sounds worse than that, but Kotetsu is frequently bad enough with words as it is. He doesn't trust himself to try and encapsulate the full range of horror otherwise. He swallows painfully, and stumbles out an apology: "I'm so sorry that happened to you." No one should ever have to suffer like that. Especially not a little kid.
Even so, what Asriel did was wrong. Kotetsu stares out distantly at the garden for a long moment, thinking of how best to convey that. At first, he keeps getting distracted by how beautiful the world is, now that he's back in it.
"...but you can't make those decisions for people. I care a lot about Bunny." More than he previously appreciated before. "Even if it's selfish...I'm really glad to be here with him, instead of being here alone. But there's someone back home who's just as important to me as he is. I would do almost anything if I could leave this place and see her again."
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Date: 2016-11-25 01:59 am (UTC)Would he really be happy if someone decided his happiness for him? He barely knows Kotetsu. What right did he have to think being with Barnaby was all he'd ever need from one conversation alone?
"I won't do it again. I just wish I knew a way I could stay... without hurting people or taking their souls."
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Date: 2016-12-08 01:39 am (UTC)"I'm trying to find a way home. But...I'll also try to find a way so you can stay. Okay?" This time, his smile is a little more genuine, and he even offers Asriel a thumbs-up. "We superheroes have to help everyone out, right?"
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Date: 2016-12-10 11:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-30 12:55 am (UTC)"And hey, I know what a superhero looks like, after all. I used to be one!" His expression softens at recollections of sadder memories. "I know how hard it can be, not to hurt people. Even when you want to help."
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Date: 2017-01-19 05:46 am (UTC)The goat child sighs.
"I guess what I learned from all this is it doesn't matter if you can feel love or not. I did something awful because I love my friends and this island. It hurts knowing I did all this even as 'myself.' I thought if I changed back and got a new soul, I... I wouldn't do evil things anymore."
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Date: 2017-01-24 10:18 pm (UTC)He's not quite sure how to vocalize any of this. This is all very unfamiliar territory, for Kotetsu. He believes that souls exist, of course. He did even before he lost his. But he's never had to think about how or why or where they exist. Do robots have souls? Or flowers?
...he's too tired to think too hard about it now. Even to help Asriel. He might just say the wrong thing again.