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*they subtly flinch upon seeing the eyes open, but immediately flash a smile- It is not as full*

Well I’d certainly hope so, haha. It’d be hard to do interviews if I weren’t, huh?

Are you alright?

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…..haha… I didn’t think you’d tolerate contact………… ever this much..

..*they readjust their collar as they continue to stare at xim*

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…this is a very strange spot to sleep…… when did I even pass out?? Surely I wasn’t that tired..

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..?

*they turn their head to stare at Courtier, but otherwise make no effort to move*

……………..poor thing… what happened to you…??

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..huh… it’s hot in here now

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*they’ve curled up more into a sort of ball; the unrestrained hand frees itself to grip their chest as they make hoarse cawing sounds*

*The tenacle that was wrapped around Doom removes itself, instead coiled across their lap to poke them lightly in the chest. More as a precaution at this point.*

Renoncule?

( @floralcard-slenders Atropa)

*they are aggressively gripping their shoulders, sinking their own talons into themself as animalistic growling and screeching emits from their throat; it’s like they’re fighting themself*

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*They wheeze and heave, their talons locked in place- as their entire body abruptly bursts into flames*

*The tenacle that was wrapped around Doom removes itself, instead coiled across their lap to poke them lightly in the chest. More as a precaution at this point.*

Renoncule?

( @floralcard-slenders Atropa)

*they are aggressively gripping their shoulders, sinking their own talons into themself as animalistic growling and screeching emits from their throat; it’s like they’re fighting themself*

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*The tenacle that was wrapped around Doom removes itself, instead coiled across their lap to poke them lightly in the chest. More as a precaution at this point.*

Renoncule?

( @floralcard-slenders Atropa)

*they are aggressively gripping their shoulders, sinking their own talons into themself as animalistic growling and screeching emits from their throat; it’s like they’re fighting themself*

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*their grip tightens as they breathe into xim*

Drama...? Drama...?

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*They’ve slumped up against the wall, quietly muttering*

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*they wrap their arms around courtier’s and push their ‘face’ into xim*

Drama...? Drama...?

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*They’ve slumped up against the wall, quietly muttering*

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*they’re warmer than usual and are shaking very slightly.*

After……aft… why after….. why..

Drama...? Drama...?

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*They’ve slumped up against the wall, quietly muttering*

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Is.. Is…… ..not coming…?

Drama...? Drama...?

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*They’ve slumped up against the wall, quietly muttering*

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who is the 3rd who I the 3rd.........the icon is for 3 but only two are here........curious, curious...........who is left to see....

((Oh? Finally someone noticed.. hehehehe :]))

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*they don’t appear awake*

Drama...? Drama...?

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*They’ve slumped up against the wall, quietly muttering*

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Drama...? Drama...?

@flirtatious-slenderman

*They’ve slumped up against the wall, quietly muttering*

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*They watched the sun rise in the window as they fiddled with their paper bracelet. Silence echoed throughout the room, but had no place to squeeze into their brain. They wondered when xhe’d come. They wondered if this was really a good decision. They immediately buried that thought in favor of thinking of xer again. Any minute now xhe’d come into their room and approve of them. Xhe’d tell them how happy xhe was that they were doing this. How proud xhe is. Or how proud xhe will be. Xhe’ll tell them again that everything will be easier and that there’s nothing to be uncertain about.

Why are they shaking? They gasp to catch their breath. What’s wrong with them? They’re not scared. They’re not sweating. Not at all. They’re just a bit nervous. It happens. They’re not thinking of jumping out the window.

When will xhe be getting here?

Imagine how great the air will taste when xhe’s happy. How happy they’ll be when xhe is. Don’t think of anything else. Don’t worry about anything else. Don’t care about anything else. Except the crowd. Think of the crowd. They’re going to have a crowd. The future crowd will smile. And they’ll be smiling to match.

Someone comes into view. He’s asking questions they don’t want to think about.

Is xhe here yet?

They need xer to tell them to shut up. Their mind won’t shut up. Make it stop.

Where is xhe?*

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*They let out a choked gasp as its hand rips through their chest, gripping their heart. They hear it swallow their heart whole. They hear its stupid, damning words echo through their mind once more as it chuckles. Pain ripples throughout their slumping body as the world begins to darken. They silently scream for air as blood begins to drain into their lungs. How could it do this? How could it do this to them? After the relief they felt being in its arms? After EVERYTHING they’ve been through? After EVERYTHING THEY DID FOR IT?

Their talons sink into its back, pain replaced with fury as they gargle out a loud screech. It’s leaning its chin against the top of their head. Humming. It’s waiting for them to die. It wants them to die. Their legs refuse to move. It’s stroking the back of their head. It hurts. It burns. They thought it was their home. They wanted it. They needed it. They LOVED it.

Is this what love feels like?

An inferno of purple and orange suddenly engulfs their view as it shrieks, struggling to push off of them as flames dig into its form, biting deep into its very existence. They won’t let it go. Burn. Burn.

It burns.*

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TV Girl is Dramacoded and My Chemical Romance might be Doomcoded and Lemon Demon is Discoursecoded and Laufey is kinda Peacecoded and