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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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There's an odd noise and feet visible below the curtain. Soulless empty bodies don't cry and Garland certainly doesn't. He's never had any reason to cry himself, so it's not clicking right away... he peeks around the curtain, obnoxiously curious.
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They do their best to hide their face, scarf over mouth and hair over eyes, but the flush on their cheeks will still betray them.
Along with their voice, shaking and tiny: "...K-Kuja?"
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He's never comforted anyone either. All he can think to do is offer his tail, like he's going to use that to shake hands.
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Why is Kuja still a kid?
"Wh--what's--a-are--are you, are you okay?" They need to force that out first. They need to know, they need an answer, what's this stupid castle doing to another friend again?
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...They can talk now, just not well?? He waves his tail back and forth twice, in case they didn't see it's there for more grabbing. "Yes? Why would I not be alright?"
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"'Cause...'cause the castle magic," Frisk says. "It's...you're different."
...Right. The tail. He's just being nice to them right now, it seems, so they reach over to pet it. Still feels nice.
little Kuja is strangely my favorite rn
everyone loves a tiny cute
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Oh no you didn't. That's just about the worst (accidental) insult he's heard in his entire short life. Huff. "I can't make myself grow any faster! Nobody can do that. And I'm already taller than you."
So there.
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They keep petting his tail gently after a quick wipe of their eyes.
...Maybe this is a different Kuja. They don't know. They don't know if that's better or worse.
"Sorry," Frisk mumbles, looking down.
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"...I wouldn't forget being bigger. There are things I need to do."
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