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maracujatangerine · 11 months

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Collaboration

CW: institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump

Lydia glanced through her notes once again, dark green ink on white paper detailing her plans for the event and some of the questions she wanted to ask.

The book on the desk in front of her had a glossy photo of a shaggy billy goat on the cover, the animal’s strange eyes meeting the observer’s with amused intelligence. The curve of his massive horns matched almost perfectly the outline of the mountain ridge behind him. It seemed almost impossible to capture such a moment and yet the whole book was filled with similarly impressive photography. Lydia’s personal favourite was a photo of a hawk diving in front of a waterfall, the whole image misty and fluid like a dream.

It was quite a coup, Lydia felt, to have snagged such a famous photographer to take part in an event at her shop. There would be two local nature photographers that would take part in person, and then a digital presentation by Decima de Mares. She felt slightly nervous, what she had heard was that Decima was a bit… peculiar. She hoped that the conversation would go well.

“I will have an interview soon” said Miss, taking unfolded clothes and throwing them on the bed. “And I think this should look like it’s clean in there”

“Can I stay there, Miss?” Juli asked anxiously.

“I suppose you could, why? Are you interested in the interview?”

“I just wanna to be in the same place as you” Juli said honestly

“That’s sweet.”

With a deep breath, Lydia opened the meeting app and smiled her most charming smile at the person on the other side of the screen.

“Hi! I’m Lydia Winterthorpe. Thank you so much for taking the time to meet with me.”

“No problem, it’s an opportunity for me too. I hope the camera is not picking up the mess in my room” Decima joked.

The conversation went smoothly after that.

“So what was your own favourite photo?” Lydia asked.

“I think it was one of the old castle. We do not know who built it, we only know a rough date of when it happened. By now there are only a few walls left and rain caused it to become some sort of a lake… a lake inside something that was once a luxurious living space. I think it’s very poetic. It’s also a special place for me. ”

A sudden movement in the corner of the screen caught Lydia’s eye. A glimpse of light brown fur against the photographer’s white wrist. Then she saw it again and smiled to herself.

“Sorry Miss Decima,” she said, “I lost my thread a bit, I just saw your cat waving its tail.”

“Oh no.” The pale woman smiled, too. “It is my pet, but he’s no cat. Even though he does knock things out of counters sometimes. Come on up and say hi, Juli.”

A short moment of silence.

“I said to say hello” Decima repeated. Was she angry? Or trying to force her pet to do something he didn’t want to?

A young man with a shock of light brown hair and grey eyes shyly raised his head. Lydia felt her blood run cold when she saw the collar around his neck.

For most of the interview Juli was just hidden away from the camera, enjoying the pats, and not paying much attention to what was going on around him. He was just wondering whether or not jelly could be classified as a soup. It was made by putting something in hot water after all. But the end result is solid, not liquid, so…

“...Juli”

He heard his name, pulling him away from his silly thoughts.

He made eye contact with Miss and she understood that he didn’t hear her, so she patiently repeated herself. She wasn’t even annoyed with him not listening and once again Juli was reminded how kind she was.

“Uhm, hello Miss Winterthrope… pleasure to meet you” said the boy awkwardly. “I’m sorry for interrupting, uhh…” he looked at Decima, like to check if he’s not saying anything wrong“... I hope my presence is not bothering you”

“No, that is totally fine.” Lydia smiled. “I’m glad to meet you, Juli.”

What kind of pet owner is she? Lydia wondered quietly to herself. Out loud, she asked.

“Have you been living with Decima for a long time?”

“Not yet, but… I hope I will” said the boy.

“That’s nice.” Does he say it because he feels like he has to? Or because she’s actually nice to him? Lydia thought to herself. And who am I to judge? Buying a pet yourself doesn’t exactly give you the moral high ground, does it?

”So, as we discussed earlier, I’m thinking it would be good if you give a presentation for around 30 minutes, and then we’ll open the floor to the public and everyone will have the chance to ask some questions.” Lydia made an effort to return to the topic of the meeting. “Does that still sound like a plan?”

As the blue-haired photographer assented, Lydia surreptitiously studied the pet. He seemed… fine. Clean, not injured, a bit on the thin side, perhaps.

”That sounds like it will be a very good set-up.” Decima said. “I’m looking forward to hearing from the other photographers as well, it is always nice to get some new perspectives.”

She smiled down at Juli kneeling by her side. “I haven’t been able to go to any conferences lately, so I really appreciate the chance to participate online. I got Juli somewhat by chance, and he didn’t have a great time in his previous life. I want him to get more comfortable with being on his own before I go away again.”

“Oh, I see.” Subconscious recognition clicked into place in Lydia’s mind. The way Juli looked at Decima reminded her of the way Coriander had been looking at her when he first came. She smiled, genuinely this time. Her brown eyes glittered. “I know what that’s like, actually.”

Raising her voice slightly, she called out. “Cory, would you like to come in and introduce yourself?”

After a moment, the sound of a door opening and closing could be heard. A pet with blonde hair appeared on the screen. He looked… pretty. He was of the kind that rich people would show off and he had no scars on his face.

Juli suddenly felt nervous.

Even though they both were pets the one on the other side on the screen looked so much more… proper. What if he would notice every mistake Juli makes and point it out and then Miss would be embarrassed, because she can’t even keep one pet in line?

“It's a pleasure to meet you. T-this pet’s name is Coriander.” When he raised a hand in greeting, Juli could see scarring all around his wrist.

“Nice to meet you, Coriander” said Miss.

“This is Decima and Juli.” Miss Lydia explained. “She is the photographer I told you about.” The brunette held up Miss Decima’s book to the pet, who smiled.

“Y-you have created a beautiful book, Miss Decima.” He said. “Miss Lydia has shown it to t-his pet.”

“Thank you.” Miss smiled. “We just talked about which photos we like the best, did you have a favourite picture?”

It was subtle, but Juli caught the way the other pet glanced at Miss Lydia. When she nodded encouragingly, Coriander continued.

“T-this pet l-liked the photo with the field of sunflowers against the mountain. T-the light w-was a-amazing.” Quickly, he added. “B-but all the photos were beautiful.”

“That is one of my favourites, as well.” Miss said.

“What about Juli?” Miss Lydia asked. “Which photo did you like the best?”

“My favourite is from… not from this book, there is another one with fishies and… can I bring it there?”

“Go ahead, we’ll wait.”

Juli disappeared for a while and came back carrying a book in a hard, black cover. He opened it on one page and turned it to the camera. There was a seahorse, visible sunrays crossing the water and scattering on the animal’s skin.

“I liked it very much and because it’s cute and I even was gifted plush seahorse, because I liked it so much”

”That is gorgeous!” Miss Lydia said. “I understand why that is your favourite.”

“I-it is beautiful.” Cory agreed.

“Well,” Miss Lydia said, “thank you for the meeting. It was really nice to talk with both of you. I think we have a good plan in place, Decima, but let’s meet on Wednesday and make the final decisions.”

“N-nice to meet you, Miss Decima, Juli.”

“Likewise.”

This post is a collaboration between @octopus-reactivated and @maracujatangerine. It is part of the 2023 BBU Community Days organised by @bbu-on-the-side. This is our joint entry for day 15: Collaboration.

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nyamadermont · 4 days

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Confrontation

Angstpril 2024: Day 15 (650 words)

Lin fluffed the paper, skimming lightly over the society pages. She flipped to a page of photos from return to school activities all over the city. She felt a small pang at a picture from the school she and Su had attended so many years earlier. A very stern-looking older sister led a younger sibling by the hand, looking very intent in their matching uniforms.

The light touch on her shoulder almost distracted her from the fresh tea sneaking its way around her far elbow.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were looking nostalgic. It’s a good thing I know your mother formed you from a clay deposit.” Eboshi gave an amused snort before folding the paper down and leaning in for a kiss.

Lin chuckled. She ruffled the paper again, pointing to the photo of the two siblings. “My sister and I attended there. The uniforms have changed.”

Eboshi scoffed. “At least you got educated. My apprenticeship was slower than usual because I had to learn how to read and do figures.” She flipped her hand and turned away. “It did give me more time to develop my stitching.”

Lin set the paper aside. “I’ll hire a tutor for you,” she said, reaching out a hand to touch Eboshi’s shoulder. But Eboshi scrunched her shoulders, and Lin’s fingertips brushed down Eboshi’s back. With a shiver, Eboshi wriggled her back and took a step away from Lin before turning back around.

“You sure like reminding me how much money you have,” she groused.

Lin retracted her hand as her face fell. When their eyes met, Eboshi winced in regret. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“But that’s what you think, is it? That I just pay for things to remind you of your place?” Lin’s voice was tight and low.

Eboshi brought her hands to her face and took a harsh breath, turning her back to Lin. Lin just watched her breathe, flexing the fingers of her left hand. When she clenched her hand a little too tightly, she jolted it open. If I can keep from hitting her, she can keep from insulting me.

She spun on her heel. “I’m going to get ready. I promised you a day out, and that hasn’t changed.”

“Lin…”

Lin didn’t stay to hear the rest.

***

Lin patiently stood with the shopping bags in hand while Eboshi fished in her bag for her key. The breeze ruffled her hair, and she closed her eyes to feel its caress.

When the feeling of Tenzin lit up in her mind, her eyes snapped open to see Eboshi unlocking the door to the building. Which seemed to open of its own accord.

Eboshi startled, her key dropping to the ground as she knocked into Lin in her scramble to get out of the door’s swing. Lin moved out of the way and shifted the bags in her arms so she could bend the key up, only to see a man reach up from his knees up to Eboshi, the key outstretched in his fingers.

“I’m sorry for knocking into you and your friend. I’ve been hoping to see you again.”

Something about the man’s tone made Lin’s hackles rise. “Thanks for picking that up. We’re heading in to make dinner.”

The man startled to be addressed directly, and he stood quickly.

Eboshi steadied his elbow, and Lin watched them look at each other.

She hadn’t seen that smile on Eboshi’s face for a long time.

“We don’t want to keep you,” she growled.

They looked at her in shock, looked back at each other in apology, and smiled.

The man held the door open, and Eboshi entered.

He released the door to start closing, and Lin barely caught it with her foot.

With a quiet humph, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked away, leaving Lin to confront her predicament on her own.

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numerousbees1106 · 13 days

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Might Be Stepping Out Of Line

Angstpril 2024 Day 15 - Confrontation

Read on Ao3 here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/55238785

Anakin Skywalker was no stranger to grief. It haunted him, stalking him from a distance, looming over him as he slept, a persistence predator with eyes that mirrored his and teeth made of his own bones. It walked side-by-side with him, or perhaps just a step behind, a faithful friend, a loyal companion, a comforting shadowy constant always just beyond his reach, something familiar, something poisonous. Something he both yearned for and loathed in equal parts.

Anger, he had found, was far simpler. Less complicated. Easier to process. Anger was fast, and easy, and far less bittersweet, and far more painless. Fury, rage, vitriol - it burned and bubbled and broiled and boiled inside him, a venom coursing through his veins, toxic and dangerous, threatening to overflow, threatening to take him down with it.

But grief? Grief did the same thing, just much slower. It left gaps where a million other emotions could seep through like cracks in a ship’s hull, hollowing him out just the same as anger, but more analogous to how insects and bacteria decomposed a corpse from the inside out, unlike how anger burned like a star’s core going supernova.

All of that was to say that, at the end of it all, Anakin had chosen and would continue to choose anger over grief every time.

He didn’t care how bad a Jedi that made him - he had stopped caring about that the instant he had sensed his Master’s presence, but had seen it in the mask of one Rako Hardeen.

Anakin had gone into the confrontation with Obi-Wan expecting to be angry. And he had been angry, at the start, and that fury only grew with each feeble excuse that Obi-Wan gave, seething into something venomous at the man’s complete and utter lack of remorse.

“I don’t know what to tell you, Anakin!” Obi-Wan snapped, crossing his arms with an expression that was somehow both irritated and emotionless in that way only Obi-Wan could manage. “I did this for you!”

“For me?!” Anakin hissed, baring his teeth. “Because from where I stand, you used me for your own benefit!”

“The Chancellor is your friend, Anakin; I was simply saving him.” An eye-roll - was he seriously acting like Anakin was some tantruming toddler?!

“And what do you mean, my own benefit?” The Jedi Master added, almost as if it were a secondary thought.

“You sold us out, didn’t you?!” Anakin snarled. “Use Ahsoka and I to further your own goals? Save the Chancellor, push everyone around you under so you can rise above, cementing your place as the golden child of the Jedi Order?”

“Anakin, what-”

“Was being their favorite not enough for you?!” Anakin continued, ignoring his former best-friend’s interruption.

Former.

Best friends didn’t do what Obi-Wan had done.

“You simply had to prove yourself further, didn’t you! Simply couldn’t resist reminding everyone how fucking perfect you are! ‘See, I can take everything the child I practically raised and I went through, and I can shove it to the side, and spit on it like it all meant nothing to me, and I can bury it in the ground like how he will have to bury me, and I can utilize his greatest fears against him! See what a good Jedi I am?! See?!’”

Obi-Wan stood there, eyes wide but still unseeing, mouth agape but soon to spill more meaningless excuses.

He looked every bit the way Anakin would expect a dying man to look.

But Obi-Wan never died. Was never dying.

And that was the root of the problem, wasn’t it? Because Anakin wanted so desperately to be angry - and he was, for a moment, but he wasn’t, because his inferno of rage was flooded over the moment he had learned the truth, and the anger he held now was nothing but an façade he desperately fought to keep alive, a pale imitation, a sparking farce he had tried in vain to keep alive.

Now, with the spillage of his words, the small flicker of fury he had been kindling was washed away, too, replaced by the vestiges of the tsunami that had overwhelmed him.

Because the truth was, Anakin had felt mostly relief - relief that Obi-Wan was alive, relief that he wasn’t alone after all, relief that maybe everything had been a vivid nightmare, that maybe everything could go back to how it was before.

But relief was a hurricane that soothed the wildfires of his soul, but it left behind a damp and humid environment perfect for mildew and mold, for an aching grief that settled like an infestation and never left, that chewed on his bones and heart and soul until he was hollowed out, until there was nothing left, until he was empty and cavernous and numb. He wanted so desperately to be angry at Obi-Wan, to be furious with him, but he didn’t have it in him.

Spinning on his heel, Anakin made a hasty retreat, ignoring Obi-Wan’s calls and pleas to come back.

He was sinking under waves of grief and death-feasting organisms, his flesh and muscle turned gelatinous with decay, his joints and ligaments dissolving as he stalked back into his room, his cartilage and tissues liquifying as he locked the door behind him, his bones turning to dust as he sank down to the floor, his back against the door, tears streaming down his face.

Anger was far easier than grief.

But grief was a far older friend.

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bogusboxed · 2 years

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Boxtober - Day: 15 “Can’t Sleep?”

Day 15: -Brian Thomas x GN!Reader “What are you doing?” x “Accidents don't just happen accidentally”

-I do not own "Brian Thomas" and do not take credit for him.

You could feel the blankets immersing you again as you cozied up, trying to fall back to sleep. Because you got up from your nap for some unforeseen reason. But, that’s when you heard the breathing. It was almost unnoticeable at first since you were sleeping next to your boyfriend, Brian. And of course, he had to breathe, so you didn’t think much of it at first. And it even comforted your heart rate, so you could have a better sleep. That was until you could tell where it was coming from. The repeating noise wasn’t coming from your side but from above. You could feel your heart instantly spike with anxiety. Should you reach out to Brian? Or should you just pretend to sleep? Choosing neither of those options, you slowly blinked open your eyes, trying not to alarm the person above. You could see a man with a black ski mask with red stitching forming a frown. And instantly, you sighed. It was Brian again. "What are you doing?" you muttered as the figure recoiled upon hearing your words. He stood still, watching your figure uncomfortably leave the warm mattress. "Are you okay?" your words came out raspy due to not using them for hours. Especially since you had been sleeping and he probably hadn't been.

Brian was always a little weird at night, though, constantly going quiet and wearing that mask in isolated parts of the house. However, it was the first time he did this to you. This was the first time in one of his episodes that he had been this up close and personal. "You're kind of creeping me out," you muttered, feeling the coldness of the room against your skin, contrasting the warmth of the cotton below. He just stared at you, almost observing your behavior. He was analyzing your sleepy frame as you reached out for his yellow-hooded arm. You pulled him toward you, which he allowed. He seemed to know what you were doing and enjoyed watching you fight against the fatigue. You shook him gently, "Brian?" you tried to bring him back as he seemed to listen to your words. You could sense when he returned from his sleepwalking due to the fact he looked around frantically. "Huh?" he exhaled, looking around the room he was in, almost as if he wasn’t present. You tugged at him again, which he responded to by looking at you. "Are you alright?" you asked, tilting your head, letting his arm go as he gently pulled away from you. He huffed as he reached for his face, grabbing the mask. He pulled it off his face with little to no problem as he glanced at you. His dirty blonde locks framed his pretty face as his hazel eyes made their way toward you for any form of affirmation.

"What happened?" Brian asked you as he seemed to relax immensely due to your presence. "You did the thing again.’ ‘The thing where you black out." you answered him, as he seemed to shake upon hearing that. You could see his face visibly tense up. "Fuck, I’m sorry." he slowly freaked out as you grabbed his hand. You took his rough palm in your own, gradually caressing it away from the stress of his situation. You were too tired to care and all you wanted was for him to sleep as much as you did. "What’d I do?" he whispered, but you heard him. You had a feeling that question didn’t want an answer, but you gave it to him nonetheless. "You were standing over me watching me with that mask," you told him as he jolted for a moment. Perhaps he was shocked at what he had done. You looked into his enticing hazel eyes. They looked terrified. You felt your heart sting from the look. He was scared of himself for something he had no power over. "Don’t worry, it's an accident. It’s not like you can control it-" you were going to add that he should head back to bed, but he interrupted that. "Accidents don't just happen accidentally with me." he took his hand away from your warm hands he held himself. He didn’t have control over it. Neither of you knew what it was, but you just boiled it down to severe sleepwalking. You had once tried taking him to a doctor to figure it out, but it didn’t end well. You knew if you pried, you'd get into an argument, which you didn't want. And you already knew how it’d end. "I don’t care about that. I love you and I know you wouldn’t hurt me." you comforted him as he soaked up every word you allowed him to hear.

You could see his shadowed frame exhale heavily as he took in your statement. "I love you too," he said, letting his anxiety go down as well as his guard. He reached for something in his pocket, and you knew what it was. You could hear the familiar rattling of the pills. You could see the outline of his hands pressing down on the child safety lock as he took the cap off completely. You knew they weren’t prescriptions since he refused to go to the doctor, but you also knew he was responsible. You knew he wouldn’t become a drug addict. You knew he’d take just what he needed to get through, so you let him. But, it didn’t mean the unlabeled pill bottle didn’t make you nervous. "It’s just some Tylenol," he reassured you, trying not to worry you about his problems, but you saw right through it. He had secrets. Things he would never tell anyone, not even you. But, you had a clue that either Tim, Jay, or even Alex had something to do with it. You just couldn’t piece it together. "C’mon back into bed," you smiled sweetly. The words you spoke were like liquid sunshine to him. He couldn’t fight you when you walked like that. It was pure kryptonite to his heart. You could see the silhouette of his head tilting back, taking at least two white tablets. He didn’t even need a drink to get it down and just made you feel worse. How many times has he gone through this? How many times did he have to down dry pills just to stop hurting?

You could feel yourself exhale sharply as you swallowed. The thought of Brian suffering tugged at your heartstrings relentlessly. You thought for a moment, and you knew he could feel the mood shift. "Are you alright, Reader?" he asked you as he went around the bed to his side. He moved slowly, not in a rush, almost seeming to enjoy the delirious and sleepy side of you. "Yeah—just had a thought." you spiked your voice to not worry him, but you knew he could tell. You two always managed to figure each other out with ease. Brian opened his mouth for a moment but, ultimately decided against it. Whatever he was going to say was going to be exchanged for cuddling. He shifted into the bed, and you could feel the cold air smother the warmth. But, you knew you’d be toasty within minutes once he got settled in. You turned to him. You could see how the moonlight made his features glow as well as how it made him look perfect. Which he was to you, even if he didn’t think so. You could feel a blush powder on your face involuntarily just taking in the beauty of the man you were with. It was to the point you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything but move toward him. He felt like a magnet, constantly pulling you and attracting you with no problem. It's not like you had a problem with it, and you were sure he didn’t mind. He placed one of his hands on your waist, pulling you toward his chest. He had one arm under your neck and one on your back. You could feel him rub your back softly in a way to coax you to sleep. He was so warm, he felt like a personal heater. And he was just so careful with you in the way he held you.

"Goodnight, Reader" he muttered under his breath as he seemed to be trying to fall asleep along with you. You made a noise in response as you completely indulged in his touch, just wanting to get lost in the feeling. You couldn’t imagine being anywhere else than right here in his arms. He had you wrapped around his finger and you didn’t mind. It made everything else worth it to be here in the moment. You could feel your own body slowly betraying you as it slowly fell asleep. You tried to look at the peaceful look in his eyes for as long as you could, just wanting to love him. Your eyes were so tired and you couldn’t keep them open for much longer as you got closer to him. As he helped you in doing so, you yawned once last time before you drifted off, hoping he’d do the same as well.

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theroguequeenaniki · 4 months

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December Day 15: Santa 🎅

#KimickaPhotoADay

Here comes Santa Claus… Just 10 Days til Christmas!

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boxthoughtsblog · 5 months

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My Sky Today - November 15, 2023 5:49-5:50pm Hawaii Join the MY SKY TODAY project!

#myskytoday #2023 #November #DAY15 #TIME1700 #UTC0300DATE20231116 #Hawaii #USA #rainy sunset #golden glow #evening glow #BoxThoughts

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undibujomanco · 6 months

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Phase 15: Terrorific

Tragedian, Executor and tons of dead bodies from Pathologic

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everydaycritter · 2 months

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#everydaycritter #procreate #daily critter #digital art #illustration #daily drawing #creature #critter #oc #day15 #furry oc

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logicgunn · 1 year

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domaystic 15: junkmail

On AO3

Written for @domaystic

“Stargate Command, this is Doctor Elizabeth—”

“Power down your stargate immediately, Atlantis.”

“What—”

John slams the cutoff on the DHD but it’s too late. The screens in ops are already flashing obnoxiously with winking popups and brightly coloured ads; CONGRATULATIONS!!! and WARNING!!! and CLICK HERE!!!

“Adware?” says Radek, removing his glasses and cleaning them with the hem of his jacket. “How very nineties.”

“It’s going to take us weeks to purge the city of all this crap!” moans Rodney.

“But you can do it, right buddy?” asks John.

“Of course we can!” insists Rodney. “At least, I think we can...”

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descendinginto-madness · 13 days

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confrontation.

word count: 315

content warnings: self destructive behavior? the character barely even cares about his own well-being

summary: N/A

author's notes: erm. i restarted this prompt like 4 times words were Not wording!! so here's that yea. planned something longer for tomorrow though hopefully I'll have enough time :3 it's the end of Emile's break again

Every time Welt comes back injured from a mission, it's only a matter of time before Himeko confronts him about it. Almost every time, it ends pretty much the same - with her varying levels of anger and being upset at him, depending on the seriousness of his wounds.

He can't exactly blame her for that, not really; he does end up injured much more often than she'd likely want to see it. Granted, most of these aren't too serious, but some are, and a few of them have left scars, too. Welt knows Himeko would prefer to see no scars at all; just because that would mean he was never in danger.

As for himself, though, as long as he isn't dead, it means he's going to be okay.

There are things about him that have changed over the years, and there are some that have remained the same this entire time; this particular… part of his approach to his own well-being is definitely in the second category; as much as Himeko would like him to take better care of himself, and not ignore his injuries to the point of forgetting about them and only remembering after ensuring everyone else safely made it back to the Astral Express - this happens to him perhaps a bit too often… Or even collapsing once he's certain the others are okay (this has only happened a few times since he had joined Himeko in her journey).

It's not going to change; he knows it, and he hopes that Himeko, with all her determination realizes that too. He doesn't want her to worry so much about him, neither her nor anyone else, and he is going to continue to insist that he's alright even when he very much isn't, which is only going to be frustrating for both of them.

It would be better if she stopped caring as much.

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