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jackabeelounge2016-02-01 04:56 pm
better2do) wrote in jackabeelounge2016-02-01 04:56 pm
A Long-Awaited Petrichor
Who: Asriel and Chara
Where: The Jackabee Lounge
When: A rainy afternoon
Open/Closed: Closed
Rated: PG
What: FEELS
[It's raining outside today.
The lounge place is nice, Asriel supposes - the fact that he can look out a window and see the rain at all, the fact that he can be himself for as long as he is here, that endears the lounge to him. But it's a little bit of a downer to know that you could be playing outside if it weren't for the steady drumming of rain.
He's doing his best to make peace with it, though. There's apple cider with no spiders in it and there's cinnamon butterscotch cookies (who thought to make those two things into a cookie? a genius that's who) and a big book of blank paper for him to draw and color, and crayons, super nice and not-waterlogged crayons.
Yes. He's coloring. The nigh-immortal, long deceased prince of all monsters just wants to eat sweets and color with his remaining time in his own body.
Shut up, this is totally the life.]
Where: The Jackabee Lounge
When: A rainy afternoon
Open/Closed: Closed
Rated: PG
What: FEELS
[It's raining outside today.
The lounge place is nice, Asriel supposes - the fact that he can look out a window and see the rain at all, the fact that he can be himself for as long as he is here, that endears the lounge to him. But it's a little bit of a downer to know that you could be playing outside if it weren't for the steady drumming of rain.
He's doing his best to make peace with it, though. There's apple cider with no spiders in it and there's cinnamon butterscotch cookies (who thought to make those two things into a cookie? a genius that's who) and a big book of blank paper for him to draw and color, and crayons, super nice and not-waterlogged crayons.
Yes. He's coloring. The nigh-immortal, long deceased prince of all monsters just wants to eat sweets and color with his remaining time in his own body.
Shut up, this is totally the life.]
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Oh.
The plan.
They had discussed it whence Chara came, but it was brief, more a passing thought than set in stone between them.
And much as it played out for Asriel before, that tired song would play again. ]
Do you doubt me, Asriel?
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[There's a lump in Asriel's throat. Back, way back, never would he have spoken to Chara in that tone of voice, incredulous and hurt. Before he would have mumbled a denial, keep his thoughts on the inside, but this...this Chara...they never ate any of the flowers, had they? They never wasted away in front of him. They never-]
Chara, it's - it's not doubt at all! I know that plan is wrong!
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They finished coloring their variety of hearts across the paper, rested the crayon down, and turned to look at Asriel. Their smile was something along the lines of "forgiving", because surely this outburst was a mistake.
But if there was something Asriel knew that Chara did not, they were going to find out. ]
I didn't realize you felt that strongly about it. What changed your mind?
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(Though he wishes he'd just kept his mouth shut, and it does make that lump in his throat hurt quite a bit.)]
Of course I did! And you never, ever listened and - and I was always too afraid to tell you no! But now I know it's bad, and...and I...I won't let you go through with it if you're gonna try to here!
[Because where else can they try it? Home? Hah. Hahah. As if someone who's dead could come back to life.]