[ topper is picked up, he goes limp noodle in wenzhou's hand and allows himself to be held however is best. he's very good. eiden just kind of stays where he is, one side of his body turned away. ]
[ weasel-things are wild, weird things. he wiggles the noodle in his palms, before bringing him up to slink onto his shoulders. his foot comes down to block yiguo from getting out, and he steps out, himself. ]
You know I was thinking about getting a couch to put out here? [ absentmindedly, as he comes closer. ]
[ when wenzhou comes closer, he will let him, but he does kind of turn his body still. ]
We went to a lab where Netzach used to work... we ended up working there for... I don't know how long. I lost track after the first dozen... [ he shakes his head. ]
[ it's bad. he won't move away, so when wenzhou reaches out to touch his arm he turns. he's had to change since arriving so he's in a t-shirt right now. the wounds are still pretty tender on his arm, and it looks like the visible portion of limb went through an industrial meat grinder only to be put back together again.
around his neck, a little higher than the other necklace, is a thinner chain with a small, crystalline teardrop in black. ]
It was bad, Wenzhou... we died... over and over again... I killed things... I've never killed things before... Not the things I saw. Not the people that were possessed or the... [ he stops. ]
wenzhou takes it in, keeping his hand on his arm, fingers flinching briefly - to keep him from tightening his grip. he's so... he's so fucking tired of what this place has done to the people that he cares about. he wants it to end. he wants this game to be fucking over with. ]
Shh, hey. Hey. Our choices... they're taken from us, Eiden. You didn't fuck up. You were put into a life or death, terrible situation, and you had to come out of it.
Whatever you saw, whatever you did, it was constructed. The people there weren't our loved ones, they were just this game's sick, fucked up idea of torture.
[ who is he trying to convince? he's not convincing eiden, but that's because eiden has a case of post-cyoa effects, and instead a tear just slides down his cheek slowly. he hears it, soft, a whisper between his ears: nothing was truly upheld on my watch⦠all of it has perished.
[ maybe, later, eiden will remember this. when the effect passes. when he needs the reminder.
wenzhou struggles against his apathy, because it's - it's not who he is. who he is, is someone who lives in his emotions, his instincts, and follows his heart just underneath his sleeve.
pulling, he drags eiden in and kisses his forehead with fierce affection while he still feels it in his heart. ]
[ again and again and again. his voice is soft, because he doesn't know if speaking any louder might dispel the silence now in his head. it's like wenzhou brought benediction straight through his skull to silence everything. it doesn't quiet it completely, but it's dull, faded. ]
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[ topper is picked up, he goes limp noodle in wenzhou's hand and allows himself to be held however is best. he's very good. eiden just kind of stays where he is, one side of his body turned away. ]
Wanna sit and talk about it...?
[ said with an uncharacteristic uncertainty. ]
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You know I was thinking about getting a couch to put out here? [ absentmindedly, as he comes closer. ]
... what happened, Eiden?
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[ when wenzhou comes closer, he will let him, but he does kind of turn his body still. ]
We went to a lab where Netzach used to work... we ended up working there for... I don't know how long. I lost track after the first dozen... [ he shakes his head. ]
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Eiden. [ hey, why're you turning away from him like this, huh??? ]
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[ it's bad. he won't move away, so when wenzhou reaches out to touch his arm he turns. he's had to change since arriving so he's in a t-shirt right now. the wounds are still pretty tender on his arm, and it looks like the visible portion of limb went through an industrial meat grinder only to be put back together again.
around his neck, a little higher than the other necklace, is a thinner chain with a small, crystalline teardrop in black. ]
It was bad, Wenzhou... we died... over and over again... I killed things... I've never killed things before... Not the things I saw. Not the people that were possessed or the... [ he stops. ]
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wenzhou takes it in, keeping his hand on his arm, fingers flinching briefly - to keep him from tightening his grip. he's so... he's so fucking tired of what this place has done to the people that he cares about. he wants it to end. he wants this game to be fucking over with. ]
Shh, hey. Hey. Our choices... they're taken from us, Eiden. You didn't fuck up. You were put into a life or death, terrible situation, and you had to come out of it.
Whatever you saw, whatever you did, it was constructed. The people there weren't our loved ones, they were just this game's sick, fucked up idea of torture.
[ who is he trying to convince? ]
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(it's true. the knight, she understood him.) ]
Useless...
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wenzhou struggles against his apathy, because it's - it's not who he is. who he is, is someone who lives in his emotions, his instincts, and follows his heart just underneath his sleeve.
pulling, he drags eiden in and kisses his forehead with fierce affection while he still feels it in his heart. ]
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[ again and again and again. his voice is soft, because he doesn't know if speaking any louder might dispel the silence now in his head. it's like wenzhou brought benediction straight through his skull to silence everything. it doesn't quiet it completely, but it's dull, faded. ]
I don't... know if I can keep taking it.