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Date: 2023-03-19 10:16 pm (UTC)
madeofscars: (048 // closed eyes)
From: [personal profile] madeofscars
[ If he were in a better state of mind, he would maybe feel a little shame, or guilt, that Steve's first thought is somebody must have hurt him. As is, though, he just throws himself into the man's arms without a word and holds onto him, as if afraid he's going to disappear, too. ]

[ After a few moments, he finally manages to speak. ]


I... I lost my friend...

[ The friend that he may or may not have mentioned to Steve, actually. He hopes he won't hold it against him, though. He hadn't asked Steve to list all his friends to him after all. ]

Date: 2023-03-19 10:52 pm (UTC)
madeofscars: (039 // blubbering)
From: [personal profile] madeofscars
W-we don't know if they really go home...

[ But that answers the questions well enough. ]

[ He lets Steve gently manhandle him however he wants, as long as they remain touching. It's his last lifeline at the moment. He just wants to never let go. ]


A-and she didn't... really... have a-anything back home to go back to...

[ He cuts himself off with a sob, suddenly feeling a whole new wave of pity for Monika. Just like him, she had declared that Hell was much better than home for her. But he'd learned more. How her "home" was her being trapped in some kind of a computer program that eventually got deleted. There's nothing they could have sent her back to, so... ]

[ She's probably -- just -- gone. ]

Date: 2023-03-19 11:39 pm (UTC)
madeofscars: (002 // curled up)
From: [personal profile] madeofscars
R-really?

[ He clings harder, curling up some more now that he doesn't need to pretend to stand anymore. This sounds... wonderful, but he also doesn't know if he believes it. He tries to convince himself that he does. ]

I-I'd like that... she deserves it... [ He thinks so, at least. ] But-- how do we know? What... what if Lucifer is lying?..

Date: 2023-03-27 12:20 am (UTC)
madeofscars: (002 // curled up)
From: [personal profile] madeofscars
I-I guess... [ He seems to be calming down somewhat, but remains in the same position otherwise, face still hidden. ] But it's all lies, isn't it?..

[ He's not sure if he feels better or worse. It's true, hoping is all they can do. But it feels so... empty right now. ]

Date: 2023-03-27 11:22 am (UTC)
madeofscars: (019 // melancholic)
From: [personal profile] madeofscars
That's okay... nobody does...

[ But, well. He did at the very least end up here. So... thinking there was something else after this wasn't all that far fetched at all. ]

I-- I'm going to miss her...

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