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sweartoyou) wrote2018-04-06 10:45 am
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cw hallucinations, passive suicidality, it's a grave site, reference to mass sacrifice
sweartoyou
2023-11-14 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Her tail flicks in cat-like annoyance, but his attempt doesn't go unnoticed. She suppresses a huff and tips her attention towards Leo again with a familiar look of harmless exasperation. She's gotten better about letting compliments slide by without comment -- even preened sometimes, as a Nymph -- but a little reminder of more peaceful months was her try at reciprocating playfulness. Her expression, light as it usually is, shifts easily to another weak show of apology.]
I'll be right back, don't move.
[Maybe even make a silly pose so she knows... Anyway, she actually has to fuss about until she can put a hand on his radio, hers left inside the playtomb, but then she's transmitted across the radio waves to Reira's side and getting the second key. When she reconstitutes, it's a little off to the side, where a radio has been buried with fresh batteries. Key inside the other lock, and turned...]
There... Umm... It's just decoration, inside.
[She can't exactly tell him not to feel sad when a headstone with her name is inside, too large to ignore, and he's already sad.
Ray leads him down to a room with mossy brick walls and spaced cobblestone paths pushed apart by the grass and flowers growing around and through the pebbles. White columns choked by vines -- and, less grandly, colorful muppets giving hugs -- stand firm against the ceiling, which is more a pink, bloom-coated field upside down than anything. Despite the destruction it had faced at the wrath of the nature spirits, the room was looking as lush and beautiful as ever, with smaller flowers in all colors peeking out. They seem to flourish even more when the Nymph walks through them on the way to the casket buried shallowly in the earth -- just enough that its top is flush with the ground -- and settles into the bedding of soft, fresh flowers that was always waiting for her. Here, next to the giant stone slab that marks this as her grave.
There are other caskets, some similar inlaid like hers, some sitting atop the grass but still open and overflowing with blossoms and/or muppets, and some closed and leaning against the walls. There are more piles of stuffed toys and puppets towards the corners, and today she's had some hold onto the latticework in the wooden arch that bares even more plantlife, hanging down like children on the playground, to remind her that even if this is all to lovingly present her resting place, she isn't alone. They hadn't all died off before her, leaving her to finally cry and scream when there weren't so many people that could worry for her, and she didn't have to put her focus into holding Leo's hand tight enough that she was probably just another source of pain.
She can practically hear the faint giggles, see the butterflies... The butterflies might even be real. She's not sure if it matters. It's a healthy, comforting atmosphere despite all its nature, and that's what she needs right now. Ray can only hope, looking up towards Leo, that he can appreciate that, too. Even without the butterflies.]
I'll be right back, don't move.
[Maybe even make a silly pose so she knows... Anyway, she actually has to fuss about until she can put a hand on his radio, hers left inside the playtomb, but then she's transmitted across the radio waves to Reira's side and getting the second key. When she reconstitutes, it's a little off to the side, where a radio has been buried with fresh batteries. Key inside the other lock, and turned...]
There... Umm... It's just decoration, inside.
[She can't exactly tell him not to feel sad when a headstone with her name is inside, too large to ignore, and he's already sad.
Ray leads him down to a room with mossy brick walls and spaced cobblestone paths pushed apart by the grass and flowers growing around and through the pebbles. White columns choked by vines -- and, less grandly, colorful muppets giving hugs -- stand firm against the ceiling, which is more a pink, bloom-coated field upside down than anything. Despite the destruction it had faced at the wrath of the nature spirits, the room was looking as lush and beautiful as ever, with smaller flowers in all colors peeking out. They seem to flourish even more when the Nymph walks through them on the way to the casket buried shallowly in the earth -- just enough that its top is flush with the ground -- and settles into the bedding of soft, fresh flowers that was always waiting for her. Here, next to the giant stone slab that marks this as her grave.
There are other caskets, some similar inlaid like hers, some sitting atop the grass but still open and overflowing with blossoms and/or muppets, and some closed and leaning against the walls. There are more piles of stuffed toys and puppets towards the corners, and today she's had some hold onto the latticework in the wooden arch that bares even more plantlife, hanging down like children on the playground, to remind her that even if this is all to lovingly present her resting place, she isn't alone. They hadn't all died off before her, leaving her to finally cry and scream when there weren't so many people that could worry for her, and she didn't have to put her focus into holding Leo's hand tight enough that she was probably just another source of pain.
She can practically hear the faint giggles, see the butterflies... The butterflies might even be real. She's not sure if it matters. It's a healthy, comforting atmosphere despite all its nature, and that's what she needs right now. Ray can only hope, looking up towards Leo, that he can appreciate that, too. Even without the butterflies.]
Alright, don't move, got it. [Once Ray is out of sight, he carefully sets the laptop down to specifically stay in a dab until Ray comes to collect him. He maybe sniffles a little to himself to try and get some of the last vestiges of cry out.
He un-dabs as Ray returns, moving to pick up his laptop.] Decoration, huh? Like, thirty skulls?
[He follows Ray inside readily, his gaze shifting around the space as he takes everything in. He's steady with his steps, maybe a little slightly sluggish given he's come back from the dead.
He hadn't been sure what to expect, but this place is quiet, pretty. Restful feels like the right word for everything. It is beautiful even with the whole casket and grave situation. Logically, Leo knows what Ray wants; death. It doesn't discomfort him as much as it used to. He still isn't thrilled, but he doesn't fight Ray about it.]
Oh man, more than thirty skulls. Like... fifty-five. [He muses initially, his gills moving somewhat as he talks.] This is really nice, not thrilled about your grave, but, its got a vibe.
He un-dabs as Ray returns, moving to pick up his laptop.] Decoration, huh? Like, thirty skulls?
[He follows Ray inside readily, his gaze shifting around the space as he takes everything in. He's steady with his steps, maybe a little slightly sluggish given he's come back from the dead.
He hadn't been sure what to expect, but this place is quiet, pretty. Restful feels like the right word for everything. It is beautiful even with the whole casket and grave situation. Logically, Leo knows what Ray wants; death. It doesn't discomfort him as much as it used to. He still isn't thrilled, but he doesn't fight Ray about it.]
Oh man, more than thirty skulls. Like... fifty-five. [He muses initially, his gills moving somewhat as he talks.] This is really nice, not thrilled about your grave, but, its got a vibe.
[Whenever the Hill House gift exchange is, Ray will receive a colorful scarf and matching mittens. Like... extremely colorful. The neon kind that turns heads and invades eyesight without fail. Oof.]
[Ray is one of the few people who DOESN'T receive one of Sonic's crappy hand-made gifts. For her, he's purchased a top of the line sewing machine! He's also included a few bolts of fabric he finds exciting to look at or fun to touch.
There's also a hand drawn card with a note:
"Ray the Gigasnail,
Thanks so much for everything you've done for me this year. I wish I had something more awesome to give you!! You inspired me to start making my own little things for people, but they're not good enough yet for you. One day I will make something worthy of your time. I'm always game for learning more tips and tricks.
Your pal
Sonic" ]
There's also a hand drawn card with a note:
"Ray the Gigasnail,
Thanks so much for everything you've done for me this year. I wish I had something more awesome to give you!! You inspired me to start making my own little things for people, but they're not good enough yet for you. One day I will make something worthy of your time. I'm always game for learning more tips and tricks.
Your pal
Sonic" ]
[During the Donathan Disaster Ray is going to get a message]
ray
ray
ray
ray
Donnie ate bucky, he's not acting right. Don't go anywhere with him.
ray
ray
ray
ray
Donnie ate bucky, he's not acting right. Don't go anywhere with him.
Edited 2024-01-01 18:26 (UTC)
[Everything has been exceptionally fucked up the last few months, but, Leo still has a gift for Ray.
Left by her room doorway in Hill House is a carefully wrapped box. Within are origami snails of various sizes and colors on a strand of rainbow string. A few snails have smiles, others have attempted mischievous looks on their faces.
Under the snail attack is a sewn patch of Molly the worlds best Snuppy. Its not the most perfect recreation, but Leo did his best. There are other patches included with various sayings.
'God Can't Kill Me'
Knife to meet you' With a cutesy knife with a smiley face
Slimes Bite Back with the letters looking like they're oozing.
'Queen Slime' with a crown settled atop the q.]
Ray,
I made these for your jacket, or wherever you want to put them.
I miss you.
Love, Leo
Left by her room doorway in Hill House is a carefully wrapped box. Within are origami snails of various sizes and colors on a strand of rainbow string. A few snails have smiles, others have attempted mischievous looks on their faces.
Under the snail attack is a sewn patch of Molly the worlds best Snuppy. Its not the most perfect recreation, but Leo did his best. There are other patches included with various sayings.
'God Can't Kill Me'
Knife to meet you' With a cutesy knife with a smiley face
Slimes Bite Back with the letters looking like they're oozing.
'Queen Slime' with a crown settled atop the q.]
Ray,
I made these for your jacket, or wherever you want to put them.
I miss you.
Love, Leo
Edited 2024-01-23 22:53 (UTC)
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