Fanna /// pretty much a draft hehe :D
It’s cold.
So so cold.
What happened?
All she can remember was the cold, dark blade, making its way toward her eyes, she wanted to avoid it, but she couldn't. You were behind them, picking up stray flowers. She can’t. She doesn’t want you to get hurt. The blade coming closer and closer,
then all black.
Silence. Then someone shouts her name, once, twice, it doesn’t stop. A soft ‘thump’ could be heard, the bouquet of flowers you were making earlier now on the ground, the flowers scattered everywhere. She can hear your hurried footsteps, but her attacker is nowhere to be seen, her senses failing her already.
Everything just seems in slow motion, she can sense you on your knees close to her, you struggling to rip apart a part of your shirt to stop her bleeding coming from the long deep cut on her eyes. “Stop, MC.” You halt instantly, lifting your eyes to meet hers, the ones that always shined so bright even in the hardest moment, the one which you always sought comfort. But you can’t see that emerald green. Not anymore. You grit your teeth, your hands gripping her shirt as if, believing if you did, she wouldn’t leave.
A petal falls from the flower on your ear.
She smiles, raising her arm with her last remaining strength, her soft palm on your cheeks, removing your tears that looked like small waves in the ocean.
“I’m sorry,” she coughs. “Don’t—don’t talk, it’s going to be fine—help is coming just hang in there!” You say between sobs, your hand now holding hers, not wanting to let go.
The petal slowly dances in the air.
She chuckle but regret as soon as she did, coughing. Changing the subject, “promise me something?” You nod rapidly, letting out an ‘mhm’, tears threatening to fall once again. “Be happy for both of us, yeah?” She stops for a mere second, “just—just know that I’ll always be there for you, a part of me is with you,” her hands lower where your heart is. “and a part of you will always be there with me.”
The petal lands on the ground, done with its peaceful dance, and her breathing stops in synchronization. Her smile still present, yet the warmth of it disappears.
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You don't remember how much time has passed, Fanna in your arm. The moons reflect the ground, now revealing the garden of flowers that was merely visible a couple of seconds ago, blue, purple, and pink can be seen. How nostalgic.
The silence doesn’t last long, multiple footsteps can be heard, stopping just behind you, not close enough to touch you, but enough to see. To see her. You.
You didn’t need to turn to know who it was.
Everyone is silent, feeling the weight of a hand on your shoulder. You lift your eyes. Kal, looking at you, wanting to comfort you. Wanting to tell you that everything will be okay. But you can’t help but notice that they too are close to the verge of crying, as if they too, feel like it is all a dream. They would wake up. Fanna would be there, smiling at them, lighting the room each time.
The thought alone was able to break down, tears now flowing down your cheeks. They don’t stop falling, the bottle opening up, an ocean that just doesn’t seem to have an end.
The planet just lost its light, one that shined so bright that nobody, could ever replace.
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I can't believe I forgot international friendship day wHAT... it's MY day I love my friends and I love them with my whole heart and soul what the heck I didn't do anything for it noooo :( just- THAT POST I MADE ON VALENTINES!!! THAT!!! THATS WHAT I HAVE TO SAY!!!!
I love my friends so much I love YOU so much!! Thank you for being in my life and being my friend and loving me I hope you know I love YOU and i will NEVER stop loving you EVEN if we're apart OKAY!!??
I'm far too tired but this is already on the third paragraph so it's still pretty good and I still have more words to say so YES!! If you are my friend and you are reading this, know that I utterly adore you and EVERYTHING you do. Your art, your stories, your ideas, your creations, your music, your jokes, your friendships, your passions, your laughter, your happiness, I love love LOVE it and I will NEVER get tired of it!!! EVEN IF IT SEEMS LIKE I AM!!! I AM NOT!!! I PROMISE PROMISE PROMISE YOU I'LL NEVER GET TIRED OF YOU AND WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY! Sometimes I'm just tired, but never of you, okay??
And if you need a shoulder to lean on or an ear to listen, I will be here. And I'm sorry if sometimes I lose the words to say or the energy to talk, but know I love you so goddamn much, more than the sun shines, more than the solar systems in galaxies, more than every star in the WHOLE WIDE UNIVERSE!!! Okay??? You are a WONDER for being here and I am so lucky to have you as a friend, no matter what you think, I am lucky to have you.
Okay, I'm going to bed, I love you! Remember that, okay?
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Character Intro: Cassian
M, 29, Solo OR Poly route with Zacharie
Cassian is one of the first three companions you meet, one of the sole residents of a ruined kingdom. Isolated from society with only Zacharie as company, it isn't too hard to understand why he's cold and stoic towards you and others. Regardless of that, he isn't unfriendly... just unused to the company of more than one other. His walls are harder than his armor, though, and making him open up about his past is like bloodletting a stone.
At 6'6, he's the tallest out of your companions. Long black hair hangs well past his hips, surprisingly well cared for despite his prior home. The only thing more cared for than his hair is the old armor covering his body, outdated by decades and obsolete by current armory standards. Yet, despite its flaws and clunky build, he refuses to exchange it for anything else. Either emotional attachment or stubbornness, no amount of convincing while make him get rid of it until it's destroyed beyond repair. And even then, he'll find a way to use the broken scraps of armor that should've been scrapped long ago.
Despite his stoic attitude and favor for the quiet, he's rather easy to get along with. More of a listener than a talker, though, he tends to know a bit more than he should about other peoples lives. Thankfully, he's... a bit too dense to ever use that accumulated knowledge for evil. More brawn than brains, it usually requires some time for him to realise certain situations or emotions. Those willing to wait for such realizations tend to be the ones he sticks closest to. Despite all this, he still tends to occasionally join in the mayhem caused by others in the crew, regardless of his part in it.
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fuck marry kiss: @daikichixkarube @heartsmajestymira @risa-of-spades
BRO 😳 all at the SAME TIME??? 😱🫦👀
JK JK 😂😂😂😂😂😂
👇CHECK IT 👇
[🍆💦] @daikichixkarube and I lock eyes from across the dance floor. He is entranced by the way the lights play off of my beautiful, luscious hair, and he realizes he wants to know what lurks beneath the obsidian glint of my sunglasses. Swerving through the crowd, he only stops only when we’re pressed up together and up against each other, hips gyrating to the beat of the music. When I suck on his neck, he groans. I ask him if he wants to go somewhere more private, and he lets me fuck him in the coat closet. Afterwards, he finds a pack of cigarettes in the breast pocket of a long-abandoned dinner jacket. We have a smoke and I tell him we should get a drink sometime. Whether or not he’ll take me up on the offer will remain to be seen.
[👰🏻♂️] @risa-of-spades wants sex and companionship. I want sex and information. Swearing ourselves to each other is a small but moving affair, the shrine overgrown with wild greenery as our few living friends applaud as we kiss beneath the pink-orange sunset. I thoroughly enjoy ridding her of the silk and tulle wedding dress she’d managed to salvage from a ransacked boutique, and we indulge our passions the way newlyweds often do on their wedding night. The rings on our fingers don’t mean anything, not really, but it’s nice to pretend. We lie in twisted sheets and she tells me things; about herself, about the Borderlands, about how nice it feels to have someone resting beside her. I listen and stroke her naked back, all the while wondering how long we’ll be able to fool ourselves into thinking this was the right decision. There will be hell to pay. She knows it. I know it. But, for now, there’s nothing left to do but sleep.
[💋] @heartsmajestymira knows me. She watches me from across the meeting room table and sees the twist in my scowl and the furrow of my brow. More deaths than cards these days; morale is low, and not a single viable idea to fix it from any of the Executives. I dismiss them and stare at the X’s spray painted on the back wall. There are far too few for my liking. A hand on my shoulder pries me from my rumination, and I realize that she’s chosen to stay behind. She asks me if I want to talk. I say no. She asks me if I’m sure. I say no again. I can be honest, sometimes. When she asks to kiss me, I don’t say anything, but I nod. Her lips are warm. She doesn’t want anything from me. I allow myself to savor the closeness for a long moment before pulling away and asking why. She answers with a wry smirk and leaves me to contemplate her motivation by myself.
OR Y’KNOW 🤷🏻 SOMETHING LIKE THAT 🕺🏻👌🤗🦄🌷🌈🌟
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