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determinedest) wrote2016-02-01 10:14 pm
determinedest) wrote2016-02-01 10:14 pm
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You've reached Frisk. If I'm not answering my phone, please leave a message or find me on the second floor, Room 12.
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[The words feel foreign, strange to say aloud. It's okay to be mad. Has anyone ever told them that before? Ever acknowledged that their anger, their pain, their suffering is - relevant?
It's always been secondary, they thought. To the pain of monsters, to the pain of people who knew them. Their pain was just a stepping stone to someone else's, and it wouldn't matter how many times they died or got hurt or were nearly killed by the people they called their friends. It didn't matter, because those people didn't mean it, because they were more important, because they didn't have the special power that enabled Frisk to always come out unscathed.
Maybe not unscathed.
But...alive.
They turn slightly. It's hard to look Chara in the eyes based on the position they're both in, but that's okay. They don't think they need to. They try to smile, but they don't think they really succeed.
Maybe that's okay too.]
It's okay if you want to, um...[They're kind of already leaning against each other, aren't they, ha ha.] I mean, I'm okay with it.
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Isn't that the most far-out thing you've ever heard? Anger's evil. They're really... ha, they're really coming up with some wild stuff together, aren't they? But it's not like Chara can even begin to think it's evil of Frisk to be angry. It's not. They really, truly, don't see wrongness in that.
Funny, because they can't even tell if this is Chara's guidance, or Frisk's.
They shift, work one arm free. Rest it against Frisk's back. Their hand hesitates. Lightly, cautiously, not certain if it'll spur a flinch or brush against a concealed nick or goose egg or welt, they bring it up to Frisk's hair. Easy to duck away from, not touching their body because they both know how easy it is to bruise up the places that clothing covers up, because they know what the impact of a boot against ribs feels like. Just... cradling their hair, offering a shoulder to rest their head on. A baby step, something they hope doesn't hurt or press in or smother.]
It's not really even about what I wanna do. I just...
[They shrug their free shoulder. Laugh again, because they're just a nonstop barrel of laughs.]
I'm trying to figure out what you want? I don't know... I dunno what feels safe for you, I guess.
[Does anything feel safe, really, when you've been taught touch is... when you've been... after all of this?]
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They laugh a little, lightly, a faint huffing chuckle.]
You feel safe, mostly. I...trust you. You know I do.
[They are their partner, in many things, in all things, and there's...there's not really anything they'd do to change whatever this is, this sort of bond they share. It's without a doubt the most important connection they've shared with another person in their life.]
Thank you. For...for talking to me. Helping me. You really are - I mean, I know I say we're friends, best friends, but I dunno if that really...covers it. I mean, uh.
[They're saying this all wrong, aren't they?]
What do you call someone who've shared a SOUL with?
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You don't have to thank me. That's... it should really be the bare minimum you expect, you know.
[It had always been the worst part of life on the surface. That nobody would talk about it. That nobody was willing to hear it. Always easier to assume that it won't happen again, or they're a tough kid so they'll sort it out themselves, or they're smiling and going about their business so they clearly must be totally fine. It's not as easy as scooping the prinxce out of the tower and living happily ever after. It isn't just about rescuing them from the big bad mirror. There's more that comes after that. Everyone should know that, should be thinking about Frisk still. There should be more Snarts out there, even if Chara might've giggled for a full minute about Frisk talking to somebody named Snart.
And even if there aren't, Chara will be. Chara'll fill the empty spaces people leave around Frisk. Can't be a Toriel, for all their trying, but... they can, at least, manage being a Chara.]
...I still think "soulmates" has a nice ring to it.
[A stronger word than friends. Than best friends, than family, than partners. It does... it does feel hard to cram an entire fathomless ocean of feeling into a single word, doesn't it? But soulmates, at least, has the cushioning punchline to it that "Mrs. Dreemom" or "Mr. Dad Guy" has. If you can say it and there's the possibility that you're joking, then it's not so raw, so vulnerable, so exposed.]
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[What it's like.
It's not for a very happy reason. But even unhappy reasons, they think, maybe, can shape them into something they can come to love? Maybe the unhappy reasons aren't all that they are.
Soulmates. Not simply SOULmates, but...soulmates. It's nice. It's simple. They like it.
Frisk smiles faintly.]
Okay. Then that's what we can be, then.
[They say it with the air of finality, like signing a contract. Boom, soulmates. And it means...ha ha, well it's kind of literal too, isn't it? They've shared a SOUL. They've seen the best and the worst of each other and came out loving one another anyway. Best friends, maybe, doesn't quite cover it.
Maybe it's not always perfect. But Sans kind of said, more or less, that loving someone else is one of the strangest, most terrifying things someone can do to another person. It's scary, opening yourself up like that.
But they don't mind it so much. It's worth it.]