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spirestar · 8 months

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Being a million tiny pieces of nothing is a taxing job. Living a little life in each mote and cell, every invisible creature inside a drop of blood and each drop of blood in a stream and all the little bugs that aren't bugs at all that creep inside veins and sleep. There is nothing but the big vat of it all, of life, of living and wishing for dying and living too many times to count. Laughter inside of paper walls that glow like a candle in a lover's window. All the little creatures never go quiet under skin, always with their cicada wings rubbing noisily and their crying, mourning, sobbing. It makes the one they live inside's head feel like it may burst---And here's the doctor to diagnose them, to call them imagination and call them liars. In the warm, gentle arms of twyrine Peter can't hear them, not so much; If every dream of that wretched miracle is a song, he will hear them, but by the god that is his brother and his own hands made one, he wishes they'd leave him alone.

"You just ran into the wall. It's time to lie down." That voice swims in his ears for longer than he realizes, reverberating off the wide walls of center stage. The Bachelor, cast in a halo of light, a beam overhead blazing into the back of his head. And Peter is only backlit, a veritable shadow where he's landed / crashed / fallen to the wooden floor. Where is the wall? Where is his pen? Peter has seen angels in his sleep, has been sung to and flayed and used to create whatever masterpieces they deigned, but never has he touched one in a waking hour; He blinks blearily, the light too hot and bright in his face.

There's a hand on his arm--helping him up?--and that dingy orange light of his brother's watering hole has returned. Iron stings his tongue, thicker than ichor, and he laughs. Helpless. The world is a swirl of nothing at all, the same the same the same, and he is the only fraying end, unspooling himself onto the floor into tangles and knots that no one will ever dare gather up to salvage. Part of Peter misses that light. Dankovsky is all human again. There's nothing more beautiful than humans, mortal and fickle and true. Nothing more terrifying than the divine they create, the divine they empower and revere. Peter should know: He can remember killing god in his sleep, or was that his shadow?

"Bachelor," he breathes, the least coherent bits of him grasping for anything other than the fellow's name. For some reason it frightens him so now. "A wall where there was none--Just picture it." For effect, and perhaps for comedy that he no longer has any grasp of but once did, he knocks a trembling hand against said wall. The one he's clearly left him mark on, if the blood on it is any proof. His nose maybe? He can't really feel the source. "Now, why do you think my brother would do that to me. He knows I hate a cage," a willful smile, "and a jailer. That's not you, is it? Shepherding the little sheep and diseases to sleep?" Peter leans into the arm holding him up, but not because he means to. "Have you had a drink?"

@heartinhands

#heartinhands #peter stamatin: ic.#alcoholism /#substance abuse /#suicidal ideation /#unreality /#umm. okay here's where the tagging begins #lemme know if i should tag anything else !! i'm still figuring out the best way #i went a little pretentious and crazy w this cuz i don't feel like it's possible to write peter any other way #also i'm goin for mostly classic peter but i want him to have 2's jacket because it's cool

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necrosin · 9 months

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IT FEELS AS IF THE WORLD IS TRYING TO EAT HIM ALIVE —— or, is he trying to eat the world alive? ( could he eat the world whole? no, no of course not, but —— ) the discrepancy is there, somewhere, it must be because the world cannot be something so amorphous and vile and yet —— the lines have become blurred, marred, massacred somewhere along the way, leaving behind a macabre mess soaking the hem of his school uniform. soaking up to the knees. higher and higher and higher and ——

exorcised / ingested. exorcised / ingested. EXORCISED / INGESTED. and it's never enough.

you've been spending a lot of time alone, lately, shouko had said to him once or twice or maybe even thrice, again and again and AGAIN : an undercurrent of concern in her voice, a tilt to her head, a slight pinch to her mouth, and he ( ... ) HE'S SO —— FUCKING ——

did you know infinity has gravity? or maybe it's that suguru knew @heartinhands instinctively, absolutely, by fleeting presence alone ; but then, didn't everyone? know the both of them? by presence alone? cursed energy pouring off of them in droves, in waves / the weight that satoru bears is SOUL CRUSHINGLY IMMENSE, it always had been, and suguru has always —— has always ——

❝ you're back, ❞ when was the last time he had seen him, face to face? ages, it felt like. long enough that the world was eating him alive, long enough that he had glutted himself on a psuedo—eternity and disgorged it and did it again and again and AGAIN / did you know curses have a taste? YOU'RE BACK feels both vast and small the the mere sight of satoru caused something dislodged in his chest to writhe ; had it always done that? yes, of course. in a way. not unlike a curse thrashing in his body.

❝ it went well? ❞ phrased a question but not : of course it had gone well. the world devours / satoru is the strongest / suguru is —— suguru looks into infinity and finds himself / WANTING.

( you've been spending a lot of time alone, lately. )

#GETOU，in char.#GETOU，devouring.#heartinhands #heartinhands : gojo.#MAN IDK WHAT THIS IS DON'T ASK

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hauntedurge · 9 months

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@heartinhands : ❛ promise me? ❜ ( delight + medraut ) / accepting.

Sometimes, being with Medraut is hard. They're too alike, Delight thinks, in the ways that make it challenging not to look at one another and see the parts of yourself that chafe and sting. But this? This is easy.

Delight — likes who they are, most days. Doesn't hate it, nearly all. There are plenty of mistakes at their back and a great deal of pain always stinging at the soft center of their chest, but they've built up someone they can admire from the wreckage. And their savings are numerous enough to outweigh, or, at lease, to balance the lives lost because of a child's idiotic mistake.

There's an easy script, when someone asks the hero to promise. Promise you'll protect me? Promise you'll stay until I sleep? Promise you'll kill the man who killed my father? And the answer, even if it is scripted, is never a lie. For all that Medraut is hard, Delight does, badly, want to save her. To wrench her from the pain that makes her so like them. And they want to promise, too.

I'll be here as long as you all need me, Delight had said.

Delight smiles, all - hero and all - truth, no lie to the heroism, it's not a mask. It keeps them safe, keeps them separate, keeps the darkness out — but it isn't a deception.

"'Course I promise. Here — me an' the kids I grew up used to always do this. We'll link our pinkies together, and that means the promise is for real."

#heartinhands #delight : main verse.#queue.#answered.

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sunhalf · 1 year

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@heartinhands liked! / v & aika! / in my mouth by black dresses.

It's flirtatious, the girl's voice as she leans forward, popping the sucker out of her mouth just for this, "I wanna put you in my mouth." The sucker goes right back, and there's an audible crack as her teeth bite down, hard on it. All that exits her lips this time is a small stick, a flash of purple crystal left on her tongue. "I wanna crush you in my jaws!"

#sorry. sorry. sorry.#i rly cannot apologize enough for her #heartinhands #aika : main verse.

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badnikbreaker · 1 year

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@spirestar & @heartinhands / varric & vergil & vsonic!

"Y'know, it kinda seems like yer thing about strength —" The quip's started at the end of a spindash and continues once the spindash is just barely deflected and Sonic bounces back, grin widening once he lands, "— means you neglected speed!"

Man, it's been a while since he got to go toe - to - toe with a new baddie — lotsa repeats in the roster lately! It's proving to be a lotta fun! He grins at their spectator, gesturing at the emo he's fighitng as if to say 'get a load'a this guy!' and maybe showing off a little, who's to say.

"Cool sword, but it ain't much good if y'can't hit me!"

#spirestar #heartinhands #this is so stupid #sonic : main verse.#i dont know why theyre fighting. an eggman-caused misunderstanding im sure

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soulscrying · 11 months

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@heartinhands: ❛ Hello, stranger danger. ❜

mello practically leaps a mile into the air. it isn’t in character for him to startle easily, yet given the circumstances, it would have actually been more surprising if he didn’t.

after all, he could barely remember the last time he heard a voice that wasn’t his inner monologue.

a sharp pain shoots through mello’s hand the instant he recomposes himself – because of fucking course it did. he studies the gash slathered across his palm before refocusing on the smears of blood splayed atop some of the generator’s loose gears.

wait. not only is he a coward, but now, he’s clumsy, too? suddenly, losing a fifth consecutive game of chess to near didn’t sound so bad in comparison.

after lamenting yet another ego death (and more importantly, the lack of bandages on his person), mello’s gaze settles on the final subject requiring his attention: some uniform-clad pretty boy sporting the most basic cut-and-color hair combo he’d ever seen.

“fuck off with your ‘greetings and salutations’,” mello hisses. “cut this –“ he gestures to a fistful of frayed wires hanging out of the generator’s inlet box. “– or i’ll cut you.”

#mello already trying to figure out how 2 throw our mans to the wolves #/j #mihael keehl / i got a glock in my rari.#could snot think of a tag #ic: asks.#heartinhands

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esperhood · 10 months

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@heartinhands : “ i can tell something’s bothering you. ” ( idk junpei for yuuhime thats the not 999 one right )

She looks at him blankly for a long moment. Then, "I've been told I have a 'resting sad wet cat face.' I just look like this."

#heartinhands #yuuhime : main verse.#this is so dumb i actually do want them 2 interact for real so ill probs answer this again for Real but the idea came 2 me and i dgjkfshldf #queue.

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excellentdgsprintsblog · 6 months

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(via "Love Yourself: Join the Self Love Club!" Essential T-Shirt for Sale by Kadmon78)

#self love club #loveyourselffirst #embraceyourmagic #selfcarejourney #heartinhands #celebrate yourself #loveineverymoment #innerstrength

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www-ghostandlola-com · 2 years

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My Heart is in your Hands : a beautiful and romantic notion that we loved and were compelled to make these wonderful earrings. Remember to speak of love! #heartinhands #vintagestyle #handmadeinaustralia #victorianjewelry (at Bundjalung Nation) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cfn3lwwvWs7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#heartinhands #vintagestyle #handmadeinaustralia #victorianjewelry

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demonstars · 1 year

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ultimate fic recs by nunki demonstars

no order of preference, just my all time fave dnf/dteam fics!

tried to keep it to one fic per author but honestly i didn't really pay attention, i just posted from my bookmarks. for this reasons, all authors are credited and linked to ao3. there's cc and c!/manhunt au fics (more of the former, but the warning seems necesary). there's also both nsft and not on this list, which are marked.

the list grew without my intention, so without further ado, here's a chaotic and huge list of fic recs from 2020 to 2023, for your enjoyement.

Kiss me in the morning light by dangergranger & shadeofblue

Five times Dream kisses a man (that isn’t George) and one time he finally does it right.

mood ring baby by minecraftbed

A proposal, of sorts.

paper & crayons by snowdreamr

It doesn’t take a genius to realize that Dream and George taking care of a child on Valentine’s day is a terrible, terrible idea.

all of you, a verb in perfect view by findinghomes

Despite being soulmates, they do nothing about it (well, okay, maybe not nothing).

tug me closer by effervescentwolf (expl.)

Dream likes getting his hair pulled. George just likes making him fall apart.

Protected by Anonymous

Dream is the Crown Prince and the future king. His sworn duty is to protect his kingdom from outside threats, especially from the scourge of magic. George is his best friend and, technically, his servant. And he has a secret.

stage left by anonymous

cc!dnf roleplay c!dnf

down my arms, a thousand satellites by crabnap

Dream gets sick and George, to his amazement, is actually very soft and caring about it. Surely nothing life-changing will come of this.

my heart (in your chest) by heartinhands

It's an early morning in LA and George just wants to be with Dream.

a little bit of you by sickah (expl.)

Dream is over waiting on George, especially when all George does is tease him and lead him on. So, he meets a hot girl at Twitchcon and she turns out to actually be really, really cool. George loses his fucking mind.

cherries by sappymix1

Everyone always said that Dream loved too much.

loving you is bigger than my head by tippysleeps (expl.)

"You only ever talked about, like, footballers.” “Yeah,” Dream says, like it’s obvious. “To you. What, was I supposed to talk about my attraction to you as it was developing?” George blinks. “You talked to people about your attraction to me?”

lavender haze by furculaed

“Lavender?” he asks, holding up the bottle. The afternoon air has this foggy feel to it, almost like nothing is real. But the heat of the sun is curling around George’s hair and his smile strikes deep into his heart right where he loves him so Dream thinks this has to be real. “It’s supposed to help you sleep.”

At the Intersection of Infinity by DeathSquiggles

dream is trapped in a time loop on his 23rd birthday and keeps repeating the day with no clear way out.

your hands were warm (though you came in from the cold) by didnt

George and Dream are roommates and somewhere down the line things got messed up.

got me looking so dumb right now by dreamsickle

About a month after George gets to Florida, Sapnap takes a spontaneous trip with Punz up to Karl's for a week. He gets home, and something's different.

at the mouth of desire by offday

Somehow, close was not close enough.

aurum scarce (and meant for kings) by wooowriter

George's first hurricane.

my pen and paper cause a chain reaction by dizzy

George has some issues with something Dream tweeted.

hit my heaven's door by preytall (expl.)

It'd be easy, then, to overlook. But Dream keeps playing with the chain.

ignore my heart and lie to the truth by mincraftbed (expl.)

“You wanna be like… friends with benefits?”

Misquote Me (Do It Once More) by MoniFoundLove

In which George drops hints about their future and Dream ignores them a few times (accidentally).

thy eternal summer shall not fade by greyquills

A month into their senior year of high school, Dream spends the entirety of period three AP Literature class finding new and creative ways to flirt with George. George is understandably flustered.

but i was always on my way to him by womanhunt

Dream and George spend their first night together after meeting.

A Quiet Life (A Handshake) by undermycoat

The strongest dam in Essempy will never break, no matter if it cracks or leaks. George is not the strongest dam.

For The Bit by biboyhalo (expl.)

5 times Dream and George get distracted during sex and the 1 time it actually matters.

be the one by riversofgold (expl.)

Agreeing to be friends with benefits with George is the worst decision of Dream's life.

love on film by havocrat

George arrives in Florida. It takes four days to film the meetup vlog, and only three for Dream to completely lose his mind.

the first day of the rest of our lives by wooowriter

George's first full day in Florida.

to burn with desire and keep quiet by falsettodrop (expl.)

Varying degrees of togetherness, in four parts.

until you're by my side by sweetuhcreature

A late night in Florida, a later night in London. George thinks there's something wrong with him.

suck a dick fallacy by literaphobe (expl.)

Dream has so much he wants to explore about his sexuality, but no one he trusts enough to do it with. Lucky for him, George is finally in Florida. Surely things will be easy enough to figure out between best friends like them. It ends up spiraling far beyond what either of them could anticipate.

get you the moon by snowdreamr (expl.)

It’s George’s birthday, and he finally allows himself to love.

You Are the Golden Dawn by hircinean (expl.)

dream falls in love with george all over again, several years later.

I'll Be Here When You Return by mssjynx (expl.)

Five times that George took care of Dream, plus the one time that Dream took care of George!

i think he knows by Anonymous

It’s a weekday in Florida, and Dream seems perfectly content to like fanarts in which he’s kissing GeorgeNotFound on the mouth. George, for all his worth, can’t help but do something about it.

button-downs and seashells by quartzfia

George is a daycare receptionist and literally falls on his face for a tall blonde who comes in early for pickup.

Deep sea, baby by orphan_account

You survey his skin as if it will erase a border.

late spring by towerofthegods

It's the hours between night and morning, and Dream wants to know more.

the elephant in the room by heyobsessions

the things dream learns about george after he moves to florida, and the things they learn together

sugar honey sweet by enonymous

Gift-giving as a love language, or: 5 times Dream bought George something, and 1 time George bought something for him.

Do Androids Dream of Poetry? by ABirdWithoutFeathers

> Happy birthday!! Who are you? > My name is George! it is so, so nice to finally meet you. What is a birthday? > It’s the anniversary of the day you come into existence, when you start being. Today is your very first day in the world. Oh. Well, what do I do now?

flirting on the timeline by cloudfarmer

Dream is a popular Minecraft Youtuber and George runs a stan account for him on Twitter. After George replies to one of Dream's tweets with a jokingly flirtatious proposal, it quickly turns into a lot more than George was expecting when Dream publicly accepts.

cinnamon and swirl

Dream decides to tell his friends about his daughter right before they move in.

Saying something stupid like, "I love you" by noquesadilla

misunderstandings, obliviousness, and food poisoning. Never a good combination, less when it's Valentine's Day.

i'm not just drunk, i really think i'm in love with you by nervouswaltz

Dream gets drunk at a party. He calls George.

give you my heart if you’d take it by copperfic

He knows he has no right to be upset, hates that he is, hates the burn of jealousy so strong he almost feels sick, but every time he imagines Dream, loose and tipsy and happy, kissing some stranger—multiple ones by the sound of it—he has to swallow the urge to scream or throw up or, god forbid, cry.

circle the drain by twostorms

George makes it to Florida. It’s more complicated than it should be.

where the sun sleeps by meridies

The crew are pirates with no mercy, George is a selkie, and there is more to Dream than meets the eye.

something that's real by lodestones

George used to dream of this—settling into a life together, meeting the family, building furniture in their house, for their room—of domesticity and easy comfort and happiness, like nothing he’s ever known.

two reflections into one by mieldoux (expl.)

It takes Dream some time, but when he comes to the realisation, it rewires the chemistry in his brain. He and George—they have the same thing, it seems. The thing for the stubble.

ilysfm (i love u so fucking much) by zephryus

Five times George swore like hell, and the one time Dream reciprocated.

Love Me Loud by DeathSquiggles (expl.)

George has a fresh Foodbeast’s Kitchen League Battle Royale victory under his belt and a spring in his step from the energy of the crowds. He expects Dream will want to shut himself away in his hotel room and decompress alone after what must have been one of the most overwhelming days of his life. Dream has other plans.

Comorbidity by sappymix1

It's summer, and the face thing is making both of them a little weird.

you got the peaches (i got the cream) by (it says orphan acc but i'm 95% sure it's preytall's old acc) (expl.)

A love letter to George's... assets.

bibingka by furculaed

Dream gets home from a night of drinking and decides to decorate the house.

it's a big refrain (after all) by tippysleeps

It takes mere weeks in the loving heat of Florida for him to look at Dream out of the corner of his eye, and think he could take on anything as long as it was with him.

One night (or forever) by winterlighting

George breaks his bed on his first night in Florida, then a sleeping arrangement that was meant to last until he got a new bed frame soon turned into a routine; full of domesticity and gestures that blur the platonic line.

revelations in distance and proximity by indigoh

2020 Dream and 2023 Dream unknowingly swap bodies for a day to heal past wounds. 2020 Dream has an opportunity to confront feelings he’s pushed down and repressed while 2020 George gets some of the reassurance he needs.

When The Sunlight Dies by bramble_patch & personalized_radio

It's been three months since the coup. Three months since Sapnap, a knight, and George, his prince, have been chased out of their home. Three months of being on the run, trying to find a safe way out of Kinoko without being caught by the president's mercenaries or an opportunistic bounty hunter.

just a test by honeyplease

“I asked,” Dream replies, sounding far too unbothered for the words that follow this, “When are we gonna kiss?”

Who Can Love You Like Me? by ivegivenuponyou (expl.)

“Can we go to our room?” His small hand reaches forward, curling around Dream’s neck and pulling them closer until their chests touch. There’s a glint in his eyes that Dream can recognize even in the dark. “We literally just got home, how are you already horny?” He can’t help but grin, throwing his arms over George’s shoulders.

#fic recs #this took. More than it should have.#i just wanted to add any and all fics i had loved once idkkdkd #long post #kept it under wraps to not b annoying #anyway yeah i ignored a lot of 2020/2021 fics because either the authors had left which i respect or ummm well fics were different then #ALSO fair warning i tried not adding anyone that has turned crazy dranti but like idk i'm not sure don't scream at me

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dnffics · 3 months

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skin connects (make a shrine)

by heartinhands

Rated E, 2.8k words

Tags: Non-Traditional Omegaverse, Nesting, Intimacy, Sexual Content

Summary:

“And you’re horny,” Dream points out, stating the obvious as if it’s a revelation, and George feels his cheeks burn, “oh,” Dream coos at him, “you woke up like this, didn’t you-George-”

Or, George wakes up in preheat, and Dream joins him in his nest-bed.

#mod.recs #dnf #dreamnotfound #dnf fanfic #dnf fic #oneshot #1k-10k words #rated e #nsft #omegaverse #intimacy #heartinhands

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spirestar · 9 months

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Magic is strange. Something that shouldn't exist but always has, that has always been a part of her but was rarely hers. Cam tries not to think too hard about it--The more she considers, the more she'll damage her own wish. A desire for knowledge and understanding can only survive for so long before it seeks the truth. The single one. And that truth could very well crush the world she's built. Perhaps that's why the Golden Witch has invited her to visit her board; Cam hardly has so many glorious titles or important functions as a witch of her stature, but Beatrice, known for her fickleness and strength of heart, is also recognized for her creativity.

Cam glares down at the board beneath them, her feet heavy on nonexistent solid ground. The teacup in her hand wafts tendrils of steam between the two of them. Hot coffee for her, though she's sure Beatrice is having her own black tea. Nodding toward one particular piece--the one who matches the witch's opponent, red hair bright in the murky darkness of the island's veil--she says, "You'd better let me help you with that." Her dark eyes are void-like in their depths of distaste. Abandoned / Forgotten. Cam has often wondered if she lacks empathy, but in this she is sure she doesn't. "Or am I here only to watch?" She looks inquisitively to Beatrice and finds that endless blue gaze on her. It would be more than enough to stagger her were she already a the witch's piece for this game. But she's yet to be claimed; Still only borrowed in name alone, nothing official. It only makes Cam more curious.

@heartinhands

#heartinhands #cam: umineko au #tentatively setting that verse LMAO it might as well just be normal cam but. either way

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necrosin · 9 months

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a corpse of a place / a ghost of a girl —— there is no certainty nor reason nor certain reason, she is simply here and present and cast in golden light that feels too warm against her skin, like sunlight filtering through paper-thin white curtains, like sunlight peaking through dusty window panes, as if she were fading —— away ——

the wall is high and not so high, after all, easily reachable yet so very far. the woods are safe, now, no nobodies to linger and lurk in its shadows. they are simply dark and cool and seemingly endless but a lighthearted schoolboy and his companions could wander through them / even the ghost-girl could traverse them well enough. there is no reason why she remains within ( or rather, atop ) the towering walls of twilight town except that —— except that ——

difficult to conceptualize. difficult to put to thought. difficult to perceive wholly and fully. this, or you?

she : who is nothing and shall become nothing and will always be ——

circular thoughts. tangential thoughts. there is that rotting roof and those creaking walls and she can imagine it with ease, how the third step always whined, how the doors could do nothing but shriek. that room / her sham of a room / pure white and covered and papered in shattered fragments that she had pieced together, bit by bit. that room, that place, where the pitiable non-hero ( but he had been, but he is, he's just —— ) sat before her and who she told, voice soft and carrying and trying to be gentle, that he was never supposed to exist.

unkind words / she had tried / but had she, truly? always, always she had been guiding him towards oblivion, towards a lack of existence separate from the lightened hero trapped in the dark / she had not hesitated for all that, to her, @heartinhands seemed like a falling star. ephemeral, entrancing, never meant to last, but deep inside there had been that quiet hope : that he would carry on, still.

that he would : appear, real and whole and individual, as if out of nowhere at all. as if she had pulled him from memories and made him real once more, as if by mere thought she could bring him forth, as if she had been hoping and lonely and WHEN HAD SHE NOT BEEN LONLEY, AFTER ALL?

it takes a moment to register. and then another. warmth around her shoulders, a steadiness near her / against her / a touch that makes her shoulders tighten for all of a moment / a presence that registers as NON-THREATENING with such immediacy that for a moment she finds herself confused with the instinct. as if pulled out of her memories, ❝ —— roxas, ❞ surprise lilts her tone. she feels somehow caught, something twisting in her chest, strange and ill-shapen and odd. she hadn't expected / hadn't known to foresee / but then : roxas loves twilight town, doesn't he?

she wonders what he's thinking about, to touch her so casually, to look over the towering walls of twilight town and over and over and over to that haunted place. haunted, still, because while the wraith no longer wandered those halls, there were still ghosts that lingered in every corner. every room. every last place they had touched.

for a moment, she doesn't know what to say. can't offer heartening words, eternally incapable of such a paradoxical thing. she wonders if roxas recalls what she does with such clarity. supposes that he does, surely / but he's too kind to her to hold it against her, isn't he? he's bright in her vision / everyone is / a falling star in the dead of night. ❝ i was thinking... ❞ she looks back to that barely visible roof and wonders over physicality and existence.

roxas existed, and it had been mournfully wondrous to see, and she —— had not, had NOT, had not in any sense of the word and he had been —— a falling star —— and NOW there is his arm and there is him and there is her / a ghost / and a house full of ghosts, weeping and screaming in sorrow.

a ghost of a place / a corpse of a girl.

❝ that... even though you weren't meant to exist, ❞ can a ghost learn kindness? is it still unkind, to repeat those words? WHY WOULD YOU SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT... EVEN IF IT WAS TRUE? a star, a world, a meteor falling and burning. roxas, roxas, who looks at her with a face that is a mirror / isn't a mirror / who looks at her and is that something pensive, on his face?

everything would be easier, would everyone just hate her.

❝ ... i'm happy you exist, ❞ can something such as happiness exist within her? ( yes / no / certainly ... not : but hadn't it been happiness when he had come for her, when the hero had come for her? ) his arm is warm against her shoulders / and it's a wonder he can touch her / can reach her / that there's anything to touch at all, and he's so —— perhaps a falling star cannot encompass it all. perhaps it is more apt to say that he is simply a boy who wants to exist. WHO DOES EXIST.

and isn't that more profound than a falling star?

❝ i'm... happy to have met you. ❞

[ wrap ] – for the sender’s muse to casually wrap their arms around the receiver’s neck and lean on their shoulder from behind.

#NAMINÉ，in char.#NAMINÉ，post-kh3.#heartinhands #heartinhands : roxas.#breaking news : meems can't shut the fuck up #idk what this is it's all nonsense rly

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