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Frisk ([personal profile] gainedlove) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2017-02-04 12:25 pm

[open] Perfect weather for a game of catch.

Who: Frisk, Asriel, Chara, and YOU
When: Sssssssometime this month, wibbly wobbly have fun with it
Where: A park in Kauto R1
What: Kids having a picnic, what could be better?
Warnings: Chara, will be updated as needed


It's been a long trip.

Definitions of 'long' are a little variable, but all three children have been anxious to see an end to their travels. It didn't start when they crossed through the Ingress, but long before that.

Someone climbed a mountain for an unhappy reason.

Someone carried a body to a field of golden flowers.

Someone took a long journey, just wanting to live their life.

But now they've come, not to The End, but an end. It's not perfect, not quite what any of them were expecting. But it's better, it's theirs, and...they can stay. What it means to each child, what they think of it and what they have to say, it all varies. But no one and nothing can or will take this from them.

The three of them are gathered together in a park. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming...a blanket is laid out on the grass, and in a cooler drinks and snacks are kept on hand. A few toys lay nearby, but it seems that for now the trio is content enough to relax and talk amongst themselves. Smiles adorn their faces (though one face in particular wears theirs a little sharply), and the scene is...nice. This is nice.

Even if they may not agree, they have long since earned this respite.


(( ooc: Feel free to come and pester the kiddos! Everyone will be responding separately, though there may be threadjacking or some doubling up. Have fun! ))
inconsequence: (❤ was about to bring down upon you)

[personal profile] inconsequence 2017-02-12 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
"I am not your redemption." The words snake out in an oiled hiss, smooth and sweet and pleasant as arsenic. "I am not the device through which you find some sort of meaning to your sad, sorry state of existence."

They are calm. Quite calm, completely and entirely. The blood in their ears - it is not blood at all. It is LOVE, it has to be, boiling in their heart and in whatever passes for a SOUL that doubtless lies shriveled up in their chest like a tumor.

They are

Calm.

They are quite calm.

After all, they cannot stop smiling.