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castle_perrault2018-02-18 09:32 pm
dustless) wrote in castle_perrault2018-02-18 09:32 pm
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springing [age event: end]
All across the castle grounds, anyone awake to observe the midnight hour is witness to snowdrop flowers bursting from the snow.
The air settles to something softer, warmer. The layers of ice and snow start to melt away, enveloping the world in a gentle fog, though it will still be a few days yet before the slush outside dries away.
Almost tentatively, more flowers push their way from the ground; leaves on trees bud and start unfurling by sunrise.
Inside, the distant caroling and laughter gives one final burst of cheery sound before fading into nothing. Between one blink and the next, the castle is back to how it was; faded, old, quiet.
And, of course, the changed beings of the castle will find themselves back to how they once were, with added remembrance of everything that happened while the world was encased in winter.
Frisk's change back is...uncomfortable.
Judgement's sickness takes hold of them again, but at least it's a jerking shift all at once, instead of making all their teeth fall out and changing everything back over the whole day. They've even got some energy.
Their body not feeling completely awful is absolutely made up with their head. They weren't too mean, but they weren't nice, either, and they couldn't help their friends. But their mama's still gone. They didn't think they'd ever see her again, but at least they accepted that. They missed their friends before, but they never missed home. Homesickness really is a sickness.
And...and they don't have their truck anymore. Which is tiny and stupid but it's the thing that tips Frisk over the edge again, trying to hold something big and solid in their arms and not finding anything.
Inside the castle, Frisk hides behind some ratty curtains and sobs into their scarf.
//don't forget, even if this is making it 'official', backdating for more age-related shenanigans is absolutely allowed!
The air settles to something softer, warmer. The layers of ice and snow start to melt away, enveloping the world in a gentle fog, though it will still be a few days yet before the slush outside dries away.
Almost tentatively, more flowers push their way from the ground; leaves on trees bud and start unfurling by sunrise.
Inside, the distant caroling and laughter gives one final burst of cheery sound before fading into nothing. Between one blink and the next, the castle is back to how it was; faded, old, quiet.
And, of course, the changed beings of the castle will find themselves back to how they once were, with added remembrance of everything that happened while the world was encased in winter.
Frisk's change back is...uncomfortable.
Judgement's sickness takes hold of them again, but at least it's a jerking shift all at once, instead of making all their teeth fall out and changing everything back over the whole day. They've even got some energy.
Their body not feeling completely awful is absolutely made up with their head. They weren't too mean, but they weren't nice, either, and they couldn't help their friends. But their mama's still gone. They didn't think they'd ever see her again, but at least they accepted that. They missed their friends before, but they never missed home. Homesickness really is a sickness.
And...and they don't have their truck anymore. Which is tiny and stupid but it's the thing that tips Frisk over the edge again, trying to hold something big and solid in their arms and not finding anything.
Inside the castle, Frisk hides behind some ratty curtains and sobs into their scarf.
//don't forget, even if this is making it 'official', backdating for more age-related shenanigans is absolutely allowed!
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Then his head tilts, a little owl-like. "I'm guessing your brothers aren't the only monsters here?"
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Tap-tap-tap, they pace around him and offer an arm. If he wants to try. He might pull them down instead, but that doesn't occur to them. "No. There's...goat-monsters kinda human shaped, or ones that look goopy, and robots. I think. Right now. Sometimes people disappear, sometimes they come back. Dunno why or when. Um, there's a giant diamond--she's not a real monster, but stay away from her."
What are they forgetting? A lot of things--
"Name's Frisk," they add. That isn't the most important thing, but it might make things confusing later.