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[2017-02-23 13:44:24 +0000 UTC]
"OH MY GOD !"
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❝ I want DEVIL HORNS! I wanna breathe in your rush ; I wanna leap when you want me to FLY
But darlin', I don't mean to beg, but these THORNS ON THE STEM
are nearly t e a r i n g up my skin ❞
Semi!Selective, Single!Ship Indie!OC by ROBIN
FC/VC: Vic Fuentes
FLORAL AND FADING ! wHAT'S UP, FUCKERS- It's Robin! But considering pm almost everyone knows I play this OC, and my name up there, that's not actually very difficult to figure out. SO ANYWAY, thanks for dropping by my page! BE WARNED that Carter has a bit of a triggering past, so TW for possible alcoholism, drug abuse, abuse in general, body image, and NSFW. And definitely swearing. With that out of the way, just please reply here for any OOC and IC interactions, and we can get going !! Thank you !! <3
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❄️. It was snowing. In summer. Normally they would be used to such an occurrence; as the residential ice satan would usually freeze the streets for his hockey games or merely for the annoyance of the residents. This time, it was rather odd. After all, he was all the way in Canada.
❄️. There were rumbling sounds as well — at first it was slow, before it became louder and faster, as if someone was running from something.
Wait —come back ! Who the fuck are you — ❄️. The familiar voice belonging to the remaining Laurent in the street echoed in the silence of the early morning, still dressed in her nightdress. The figure disappeared into another part of the city, to which she merely gave a loud sigh and sat crouching onto the ground.
“I could’ve sworn he’s familiar...”
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i. | Carter loved the winter months, sure, but in July ?? That was a stretch. Thankfully it was his day off and he sat by himself, waiting for the rest of his family to come home while he took a well-deserved breather once in a while. He woke up extremely early in the morning, despite so, and drawing back the curtains of the living room, he was faced with snow. He could make it snow, but this wasn't his doing. And the only other person making it snow was up north. His lips pursed - and then came the rumbling. Something was off.
ii. | Arming himself in a jacket with a thermos of piping hot chocolate, he stepped out into what should've been July weather, not a freezing winter afternoon. He raised a brow, noticing the woman in the nightdress, and he quickly made his way to her side, taking off his jacket and holding it out. He wasn't the one in pajamas.
"What the fuck was that ?? "
"Sounded like the damn street just got hit with a giant fucking hammer."
"And why the fuck is it snowing ?? This shit's not me."
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I AM FUCKING LOVING THIS WHITE RED AND BLACK AESTHETIC OH MY GOD??????????
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HOLY SHIT TY AD
THAT MEANS A LOT COMING FROM THE CODE GOD
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ILY ♥♥
seriously, it looks amazing -
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ty fam it took,,,, forever 😭 I just want my page to look nice u feel me
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Monet could be heard laughing outside, having been seen less and less on scary street apart from his daycare, making this quite odd. He was with two of his four children, Clubs and Hearts, Club's being the youngest of the two. Club's looked quite a bit like her Demonica father, having everything except the muzzle, having gotten her nose from Lucy, though she had no horns to speak of, and having her own collar of gray fur around her neck, with cheerful red eyes. Hearts looked more like Lucy, only having Monet's muzzle, her ears decorticated with heart adorned ear rings, and her horns curling into the same basic shape as her name.
But, moving on, Monet had wanted to show his daughters about the street, since they spent little time in his universe outside of the daycare. Club's was bouncing on her three toed feet, giggling with her Papa, while Hearts rolls her eyes somewhat. She wasn't nearly as into this as Clubs was. Monet spots Carter from the corner of his eye, chuckling a turning about on his heels.
"Carter! Come and meet my children! Well, two of them!"
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The laughter couldn't be confused for anyone else's, Carter hesitating as he pulled a batch of freshly made brownies from the oven. He'd noticed Monet's absence on the street, assuming it'd only be because of his life with Lucifer. And he didn't complain, didn't judge; he was content with his own life, as well. But he was not - absolutely not - expecting kids.
Walking out to deliver said brownies as a gift to Quinvidia, Carter stopped in his tracks as he observed the demonica with his children. And the softer punk raised an eyebrow, lips parting as he surveyed the scene in front of him.
"...Children? ...Since when did you have children...?"
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It's a box, probably leftovers from Christmas, beaten up and filled with slightly smaller boxes, each with a lid. Clear, each one holds multiple cassette tapes, and then leaning on the side of the full set, a player with the necessary headphones. There's tape written on the side of the box - PERSONAL AUDIO LOG OF SEAN CARTER O'BRIEN. PLEASE IGNORE. But, it seems too... interesting to pass up. Care to listen?
FLORAL AND FADING ! SO HERE IS CARTER'S MUSINGS SECTION !! All comments beneath are audio recordings he's made; I would've made a journal, but the thing with Carter is, he's way better at speaking than writing. So all entries will be him verbally speaking at the recorder, but please note! You're more than allowed to comment on any entries in-character!! Carter will reply, whether it be adding your own muse's snippet to the audio or leaving a note. Just please don't reply to this comment, but only the replies underneath. Thank you!!
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AUDIO LOG ENTRY #5, DATE: FEBRUARY 4TH, 2018, 8:44 AM
"There are so many things I hate about myself, that I wonder if people see them too, and hate them too, but don't say anything. They just put up with me. I'm a thousand pounds of baggage and mental illness and crying and negative feelings that maybe people don't realize how great it would be if I weren't here. And when they do... I'm going to get dropped so fast. And I-I don't want to be alone."
End of recording.
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AUDIO LOG ENTRY #4, DATE: FEBRUARY 4TH, 2018, 8:37 AM
[ dismal piano planning of a song that isn't his; it's too deep and slow. throat clearing ] "...And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies, and all the lovers with no time for me; and all of the mothers raise their babies to stay away from me... and pray they don't grow up to be..." [sniffling noises, piano stops ]End of recording.
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AUDIO LOG ENTRY #3, DATE: JANUARY 4TH, 2018, 2:29 PM
"I...I don't know why I'm thinking about this now, but. But here we are." [ sniffling ] "I... Uhm... O-One thing I'll never understand is how p-people tend to encourage you to be less submissive, and to stick up for yourself, and to assert yourself more. To stop being scared and timid of everything, and to start being ... brave. But then... you actually do it, and then they get mad and angry because you did that. Because you weren't afraid to disagree with them. And state your opinion. It's messed up."
[ faint sound of something clattering, like a beer bottle being set on a table ] "I never say anything to be malicious, or rude, or unsupportive, and all I want to do is help. And sometimes, I've learned, helping is saying something to somebody you know they're not going to like. Being honest. Because you want to help them. And then w-when I... w-when I try to do this, it always ends up backfiring, because they get... angry, and then when they get angry, I'm made out to be the bad guy. All I wanted to do was say their actions were being perceived in a way that seemed wrong. And they think I'm attacking them. I'm not a mean person - I've been thinking about it too much and now it's taking over what I think and-" [ slight whimper, the sound of elbows being set on a table ]
[ a long sigh, mixed with a subtle sob ] "...Maybe everyone likes me when I take all their bullshit. When I'm more submissive. I was much more liked when I was a doormat and easily manipulated and when I actually start saying what's on my mind, and being honest... they hate me. I fucking h-hate feeling like that, but maybe only people like me so they have someone who won't fight back, or won't have their own opinions."
[ whimpering ] "...I need a hug."End of recording.
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🍰. there’s a chain of strawberry-shaped sticky notes on this particular tape.
🍰. darrell’s handwriting is almost immediately recognizable- almost like a font you’d find pre-downloaded on a computer, written in black gel pen and signed with a heart.
I envy you, Carter. How is it you can say these things so ello ela eloquently, while I can’t even think them without stumbling? I know you’ll be mad at me for rummaging through your private tapes, but I feel I need to say it; you’re my hero.
I’ve never related to someone more in my life. Please change. I know I’m just doing exactly what you’re venting about and me saying this is a case of ‘do as i say, not as i do,’ but just... change. Be honet honest. You can’t let yourself be tossed around just to save face, or you’ll just end up even more miserable than you already are. Please don’t do that. I know what it feels like, and it’s fucking horrible.
I’m one person out of the thousand you probably know, and the worst one to go to for advice, but I feel like I feel exactly what you’re getting at. I don’t hate you. If anything, you’re an inspiration. You were the first person I’d opened up to in decades, maybe even centuries. If you need to talk, you know where I live. We can change together. If this made you feel worse, or proved to you I was more harm than help, I apologize. Just please, don’t unwind all your progress now. I like you because you’ve never meant anybody harm. You’re selfless, but not entirely passive, and that’s exactly how I myself want to be. I hope you’re still swimming.
- Darrell F.E. Dublanc-Acker
P.S: I found some new music a few days ago. It’s a celtic folk-punk band called Flogging Molly; I think you would like them. You might know them already, but I thought I would share.
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AUDIO LOG ENTRY #2, DATE: JANUARY 3RD, 2018, 11:46 AM
[ faint tuning of a guitar, along with the sound of an idle 'tsk tsk' ] "I've been trying to write shit down that sorta sounds right. Figured might get back into doing some stuff since it helped me back when I fucked with Lulu, and it can probably help me now. Just gotta get the damn thing to work..." [ clears throat, strumming the guitar ] "Separate me from my own two hands, I've killed so many times, but I can't save the world from the creatures that don't die..." [ an audible sigh ] "I dunno, it's a little dark, but in the wake of all this shit it's one of the only things that really make me feel better." [ delayed chuckle ] "I dunno, I guess it's not as dark as 'Diamond bullet and a gun made of gold,' so that's a plus."
"...'Diamond bullet and a gun made of gold.' Sounds like something Tati would defend himself with. I need to stop drinking so early in the morning."End of recording.
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AUDIO LOG ENTRY #1, DATE: JANUARY 3RD, 2018, 4:44 AM
"So.... I've been having a lot of thoughts about. Some shit." [ sniffling ] "There's been a lot of shit that's happened in the past few weeks, especially the past few days, and considering that I've sort of found out about through social media... I dunno, I guess I'm being brought back to shit I used to, uh... used to experience back in the old days. When death was actually something quicker and easier."
"A day ago, somebody I knew sort of... did it, and I used to have thoughts of... doing it, and... I dunno, just watching the aftermath and thinking about how that's something... I'm not capable of doing anymore, it just... makes me think. I literally was fucking inches away from doing it when I dated Lucian, and then when I lived with Nell, and then I couldn't do it with Nell since I had two people wanting me to stay alive and... it was kind of hard. To think about leaving them. But. I dunno. It just makes me think of shit all over again. How I was that close, and how you feel when you're in that headspace... It's. I dunno. Just something I'm thinking about. Why did I even make this tape, I'm gonna burn it tomorrow, probably."End of recording.
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(( SORRY IF I'M BEING WEIRD BUT HI, I LOVE THIS OC. ))
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misadventures. || nO HUNBUN YOU'RE NOT BEING WEIRD AT ALL!!
TSYM I LOVE YOUR PAGE !!!!
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(( NO, THANK YOU! :'D I LOVE YOUR PAGE AS WELL; GOOD AESTHETICS. Also, I'd send you a starter, but uh, I'm clueless on what I should write, haha! Do you have any memes I could comment on? ;; ))
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misadventures. || of course !!! I have a whole directory ; pick any one you like !! <3
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(( Sweet! I might comment on two if you don't mind. Just looking at the names of these makes me pretty sure I'll end up doing that, pft. ))
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misadventures. || that's a-okay, my dude !! I don't mind tbh, I love my memes
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ooc. lAME STARTER IS LAME{ / the oasis was a particular name; clever indeed. arian admired that. he really wasn't one for crowded atmospheres or strip clubs or....well, anything of that sort. cauis was the drinker, frank was the partier and maison was the strip club partaker. however, the warlock was curious. he knew carter in a vague sense of 'acquaintances', not really having kept in touch with the male. he knew cauis had somewhat latched for a while and had friendly banter which showed that carter had at least surpassed cauis' more clipped exterior. }
{ / that, in itself, gave arian a bit of confidence to meet this "mother nature". it wasn't often that people got cauis to warm up to them. and though it had been a while since any interaction, cauis still gave a fond word of approval about carter. and the added something about cheetos that arian didn't really remember other than how silly it was }
{ / in short, the warlock was curious and that's what lead him to this place, the oasis, on the street that he had never really wanted to visit. }
{ / it was busy and a bit overwhelming until arian managed to find his way to the "lounge" area, a quieter spot that definitely suited him more. }
{ / he knew his presence wouldn't go unnoticed on a street full of supernatural beings but he was partially counting on that as he took a seat at a bit more of a distance, letting the slight seclusion relax him. he really should have brought cauis. }
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you gave me panic attacks and i called it love.
omfg these two should meet uwu
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collide with the sky. yes henlo I Highly Support This Notiom UvU
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you gave me panic attacks and i called it love.
omfg yassss who shall start?? }
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collide with the sky. Do you think you could, love ?? I'm sorry, I'm burned out of starters !!
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(/) The mutant yawned as she re-shelved books at the library, doing her job as usual. It was around four, and her shift ended around six, when the library closed.
(/) She didn't mind, since that meant not being home and having to deal with her father. There were large bruises on her arms due to him, and they were visible due to her short sleeves. Her skinny jeans however, covered up the large cut on her calf. Her pet snake, Ivory, was wrapped loosely around her neck.
"Damn, I can't reach that high..."
(/) Annabel Lee murmured with a book in hand, looking up at the top shelf where the book was suppose to go. Deciding to use her manipulation of air, she had it float up to its spot.
(/) The abused girl then noticed a male standing at the end of the isle. Shit! All the color left her face as a nervous smile found its way on her lips.
"H-How may I h-help you, s-s-sir?"
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i. | He didn't go to the library too much, save for the rare times when he needed a quiet place to think. Or, of course, needed to do research on... specific topics. A lot related to nature; someone was still getting used to his new title.
ii. | It wasn't often that he saw pet snakes in such public establishments. He had one of his own - Danielle - and he loved her to pieces, the sweetheart. But quickly, his eyes darted from her pet to her arms, littered in bruises, and he was immediately reminded of his mother. ...She left bruises like such, as well.
iii. | He only approached her to ask if she was alright, but he didn't expect the sudden manipulation of air. Or, floating object, really. Magenta hues widened slightly, before looking at the girl with a rather perplexed but unphased expression.
"...Nice trick, there."
"I just... s-sorry, the dad in me had to ask: what... happened there?"iv. | His finger and eyes drifted towards her arm, and then back at her, concerned.
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(/) Ivory lifted her head to get a good look at the male, flicking her tongue out. Her owners cheeks turned a bright pink, her heart beating in her ears as she realized at he indeed saw her use her powers. Turning her head when she looked at him back it clear that her other eye appeared to be some what swollen. She most likely had a black eye, but was covering it up with makeup.
"I-I don't know what y-you're talking about."
(/) She nervously stuttered out as she grabbed another book to re-shelf, but almost dropped it when he asked his question. Looking back at him with almost seemed like panic.
"I-I fell down t-the stairs."
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[To Blodyn Bae]
[To Blodyn Bae] if u dont appreciate it from me feel free to forward it to ur boyfriend
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[ TO - THE OTHER (RICH) WOMAN ] lmao already beat you to it ; )
[ TO - THE OTHER (RICH) WOMAN ] right before pouring my heart out I sent 'lemme smash' and 'u want sum fuk' I've already Planned This Ari
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“Papi, Aunt Perrie’s here!”
[🌊 ] Orion’s galactic purple eyes positively lighting up as he beckons for their visitor to come inside. He’s bouncing up and down in pure excitement. It’s evident that he’s seen a familiar face from his past.
[🔱 ] PERSEIS, the brown-haired young lady who walks past him, can’t be more than twenty, but the way she carries herself belies her true age. She’s been around for thousands of years, after all; even if she hasn’t been out of the sea, it’s evident she’s not as young as she seems. Her eyes are an unusual shade of dark blue, like a sea at midnight. The circlet of iridescent pearls on her head marks her out as the leader of the Oceanids in these waters.
[🔱 ] That’s when she sees Carter, and tilts her head, pale brow furrowing in confusion as she fiddles with the hem of her blue-white shift.
“Lucian? You have... you have changed a lot. Have you been... exercising?”
“And where - where is Magdalena? I simply must meet her. I hear the two of you are to be wed soon. Congratulations...”
[🔱 ] The muscular, tanned man before her is a far cry from the sad soul she rescued a few years ago. But she knows Orion would lead her to the right place, and she has never seen him defy an order before. Has he run away from the people she sent him to?
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🌈. | He remembers Ori talking about 'Perrie' - and he didn't doubt him when he spoke of her. Carter, however, is a bit perplexed when he sees the woman. She looks young; and rather.... innocent. Maybe oblivious? Carter's good at reading people, and he can't read her...
🌈. | But when she talks, he finds it odd that this is the chief water spirit. This is the one who brought his baby back from what he supposed was a watery grave. But, then again, he can't really make assumptions off of face value. But as far as he's concerned, he doesn't resemble Lucian Nemo Black one bit. He's not pale enough, his hair isn't dark enough, and whereas Lulu is rather grim and apathetic, Carter's... softer. He's more like the sun.
"O-Oh no, my name... My name isn't Lulu. I'm not Lulu."
"Dated Lulu a long time ago, but..."🌈. | He reaches to grab at Ori's shoulders, like any parent would, and his gaze doesn't break from the water spirit.
"Lulu and Lena weren't very nice to Lulu, so... I'm Carter. I'm Ori's dad."
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[🔱 ] It’s true that she’s innocent; she point-blank refuses to see anything but the good in people. It’s been like this since the Ancient Greeks, and neither she nor humans have changed much since then.
[🔱 ] So Orion Andromedus has found a new family, instead of the one she sent him to. Very well. Since this man here isn’t Lucian, she’ll have to make an investigation into this matter. She can’t have a child she saved being kidnapped.
[🔱 ] Upon hearing Carter’s brief explanation, she raises an eyebrow and nods very slowly.
“So I have misjudged Lucian and Magdalena? They seemed trustworthy at the start.”
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🌈. | He raises an eyebrow, pulling his hair back absently to rearrange it into a ponytail. And with his extended arms and shoulders, he shrugs. Of course, he doesn't expect the woman to trust him completely. He doesn't even look that trustworthy - people tend to think punks aren't exactly great people. Of course, Carter and his boyfriend are direct proof that those stigmas aren't true, but some people still believe...
🌈. | His arms falls to his side, and he moves a hand to briefly run through his child's own curly dark locks. The father takes a deep breath.
"I wouldn't have ever trusted Lucian to begin with, but he's like that. He gets you to think you can put anything with him and he'll stick to it."
"Can't really blame you for misjudging them - but... they're not good people."🌈. | The night Orion came to stay with this family is permanently burned in Carter's brain, like a brand. He can't forget the tears, the bleeding scratch, how hungry and scared he was. And Carter's own anger at those two, for being so awful to such a sweet and innocent boy.
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[🔱 ] Most of these new sub-cultures seem quite unreliable to her. However, this man doesn’t seem too bad in the sense that he’s polite and he’s been taking care of Orion for a while. She purses her lips and looks at the clearly happy teenager, then back up at his father.
“I’m sad to hear that. I thought Lucian would have been a good man, considering that I completely erased his memories so he could start over.”
“The way he speaks about Magdalena - I would think she’s an angel or goddess of sorts.”
[🔱 ] She’s never heard Lucian speak so highly of anyone before, so of course she believed it all. But of course, that’s not the case now.
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🌈. | He shakes his head, and he looks at her almost with pity for her ignorance. Lucian... has that effect on people. He seems trustworthy and "woke", someone down to earth. But he isn't - he's one of the most screwed up, narcissistic people Carter's ever met. And he has a habit of translating that into false charm, so he keeps up that 'likable' impression.
🌈. | But at events, people always preferred the psychic more...
"I'm sorry they fooled you like that."
"But, I'll tell you: they're obsessed with one another. To the point where they ignored a good kid you trusted them with."
"Kind of fucked up for you. But, I'll be honest, I'd trust them too, if I didn't know the full story."🌈. | He removes his hand from his son's shoulder and crosses his arms with a sigh. His head hurts just thinking about what Lena and Lulu did to his baby. His baby. One that he may have not been there with since the beginning, but one he'll definitely stick with until a hypothetical end.
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[🔱 ] This is quite a lot for her to take in. She sent Orion to Lucian in good faith, in the hopes that they would be a happy, secure family. Evidently, that didn’t happen.
[🔱 ] She looks down at Orion, smiling fondly at the boy. He does look completely happy and satisfied here, and she supposes that’s all she can ask for. Lucian was not who she thought he was, but then again, there’ve been many cases like his before. She can’t afford to dwell on this for too long.
“What did they do... to him...?”
[🔱 ] She clears her throat gently, tilting her head to one side. If anyone deserves to hear the full story, it’s her.
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🌈. | Visibly, he hesitates. It's a bit hard to explain child abuse to anyone - especially someone who, really, set up the situation so it was able to happen. But Carter doesn't blame her; it's not her fault. She didn't know. But he doesn't necessarily want to tell her she just said the boy to be put in a home where, if he weren't a siren and just a normal boy, he'd probably die.
🌈. | Absently, his hands thread through his child's hair, breaking eye contact with the sea spirit. And his lips part as he stares at the ground, only making eye contact with Perseis again for a few seconds.
"...Well..."
"It's... it's more like... what's easier to explain is what they didn't do."
"Parents are supposed to pay attention to their kids - supposed to make sure everything is okay. Give their kids hugs, kisses, and parent them like actual parents do instead of... exploiting them when the cameras are on."🌈. | He doesn't mention the worse parts of Orion's experience; the ones that involve, of course, escaping from a shithole apartment and getting smacked hours beforehand.
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(🌸) The child sniffles, pulling on Carter's shirt
"I-I'm sorry i-if I'm bothering y-you, bu-ut I..."
(🌸) He pauses for a second, glancing away for a second
"B-But I-I would l-like t-too ask for a-a favor..."
"I-It'll b-be Mama's b-birthday t-today, a-and I want t-to put p-pretty f-flowers on h-her grave..."
"B-But I don't ha-ave money t-to buy f-flowers f-from G-Gauche, and I-I don't want t-too bother him o-or Papa w-with my p-problems a-any more t-then I have t-to..."
"C-Could y-you..."
(🌸) He presses his lips into a thin line, unsure of how to word what he wants to say
"M-Make?... Flowers fo-or me?..."
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🌈. | Carter has to look down at the soft voice, magenta hues blinking as his flannel's tugged.
🌈. | He looks tired; recovery is taking its toll on him. His eyes are lined with dark circles, and his hair is messy, falling on his shoulders with strands sticking out.
🌈. | But nevertheless, Mother Nature listens, and looks at his hands - always aligned with ivy.
"...Sure, niño."
"What kind?"
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"C-Could you d-do a sunset l-lily?..."
"C-Carrot s-said that they w-were her f-favorite f-flowers..."
(🌸) The boy still seems to be extremely nervous, pressing a bent knuckle against his lips
"I-I think... H-He told m-me that 10 ye-ear ago..."
"I-I can't rea-ally ask him again..."
"B-But l-let's go with tha-at..."
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🌈. | He hesitates for a second, but then gently, he nods. And he puts his hands together, before bulbs of sunset lilies start growing in his palms, blooming in a matter of seconds. He squints a little as he pulls the flowers from his hands, handing them to the young child.
"There."
"Does that work, sweetheart?"
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(🌸) The boy nods, careful hands gently taking the flower
(🌸) He smiles at it softly, letting out a long sigh
"It does..."
"She would like this I think..."
"I miss her so much..."
(🌸) He sniffles quietly, rubbing away some tears with his shoulder
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🌈. | He pouts, looking at the child. Despite not having much of a mother himself, he can still empathize with the loss of a parent, or the loss of a loved one in general. And he gently places his hand on the boy's shoulder with a sigh.
"...I know, I know it can be hard."
"But I think she'd be proud of you. And she wouldn't want you to be upset if you were here now."
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(🌸) Floon flinches when he was first touched, a force of habit, having gotten so used to pain when ever he was touched
(🌸) But he quickly relaxes his shoulders, glancing up at Carter
"S-She would... A-And so w-would Carrot and Flocks..."
"They all loved me s-so much... Carrot and Flocks died f-for me... Died when Father mea-ant to kill me..."
(🌸) More silent tears roll down his face, dripping off his chin
"I-I had to bury m-my brothers' with my own hands, and I-I put them under t-the magnolia tree... B-But I don't know wher-re Mama is..."
"H-He pulled h-her from h-his h-house, a-and when he ca-ame back, h-his hands w-were covered in blood..."
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