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thisavrou_log2016-10-04 10:53 am
gainedlove) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-10-04 10:53 am
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Angel's first bender
Who: Frisk and Kaworu
When: September 22nd
Where: On the ship, eventually medbay
What: Kaworu doesn't know how to deal with withdrawl, literal child forced to babysit cosmic toddler
Warnings: possible self-harm?
Once the ship had taken off again and the strange planet was left behind, life had mostly resumed it's normal routine--at least for Frisk. Their family was still reeling, and it was strange that many of their clothes didn't fit quite right anymore, but it was ripples in a pond compared to what had happened before. Nothing to leave them bailing out water, just a rocky moment that, outside of several concerned looks sent their way, went over without incident.
Life continues on. And on, and on, and on--
And now Frisk is going about making their rounds of the ship, a meeker but still happy and friendly mood about them as they check to be sure that everyone is feeling well. Of course, not many are, and Frisk is already trying to think of little ways they might be able to help. Not a party, definitely, but maybe if they can find a way to make something nice for everyone...
They spot Kaworu soon after they turn the corner down the hall towards the oft-unused music room, blinking when they see him disappear inside with such a sour look on his face. SOmething must be really wrong for him to be in such a foul mood!
And so, of course, with no mind for the stipulations Toriel still has over the pair of them interacting, Frisk trots over and peeks inside with a worried expression.
"Kaworu? What's wrong?"
When: September 22nd
Where: On the ship, eventually medbay
What: Kaworu doesn't know how to deal with withdrawl, literal child forced to babysit cosmic toddler
Warnings: possible self-harm?
Once the ship had taken off again and the strange planet was left behind, life had mostly resumed it's normal routine--at least for Frisk. Their family was still reeling, and it was strange that many of their clothes didn't fit quite right anymore, but it was ripples in a pond compared to what had happened before. Nothing to leave them bailing out water, just a rocky moment that, outside of several concerned looks sent their way, went over without incident.
Life continues on. And on, and on, and on--
And now Frisk is going about making their rounds of the ship, a meeker but still happy and friendly mood about them as they check to be sure that everyone is feeling well. Of course, not many are, and Frisk is already trying to think of little ways they might be able to help. Not a party, definitely, but maybe if they can find a way to make something nice for everyone...
They spot Kaworu soon after they turn the corner down the hall towards the oft-unused music room, blinking when they see him disappear inside with such a sour look on his face. SOmething must be really wrong for him to be in such a foul mood!
And so, of course, with no mind for the stipulations Toriel still has over the pair of them interacting, Frisk trots over and peeks inside with a worried expression.
"Kaworu? What's wrong?"
no subject
...they don't know how they feel about that.
The change of subject isn't...an exact answer, but it's close enough. Tells Frisk the important thing to wake away here.
"You wanna be Tabris?" Frisk kicks their leg anxiously, but doesn't let any of it into their voice. "I can call you that. D'you want everybody to, or just me?"
They remember that, from the site they'd found that one day. How careful some people want to be about who knows and who doesn't.
no subject
......
"Everyone."
Kaworu opens his eyes again to meet Frisk's in the too-bright halo of infirmary light.
Yes. Everyone.
Kaworu Nagisa. The Fifth Child. The human.
Tabris. The last angel. The final messenger.
He is both of those things.
But he cannot be both in the eyes of men.
Only in himself can he be both.
To humans, he must become one or the other. SEELE knew this. He didn't understand before. That the difference went so deep. That in the hearts of those he met as Kaworu, he would never be Tabris.
It never struck him as odd that SEELE knew him to be Tabris, and cared nothing for Kaworu--even though they had created him.
Now he feels.... like he might understand.
Names are how humans ascribe meaning, and so control the world around them.
He isn't human. He cannot create or control meaning with something like a word.
But he can use their words to control them.
no subject
Frisk smiles gently, squeezing Kaworu--Tabris's hand again in a sort of reassurance. Taking charge of his identity like this is...good, right? Maybe it means he feels more like a 'person', though they still don't fully understand why he said he wasn't all that time ago.
"Um, when you're feelin' better, maybe you can make a post on th' MID about it? Or do y' jus' wanna tell people on your own?"