( closed ) life like the unplumbed sea;

[transmit]

WHO: Elysium & friends(?)
WHAT: This is now just a catch-all for everything
WHERE: Everywhere
WHEN: 2024
WARNINGS: Blanket warning for possible explorations of dark themes in general, please tread at your own risk. I will, however, endeavour to include specifics in headers if applicable.

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[lovebombing]

[The tender embrace seems to make something crack. The kiss to his temple even more so. Sampo's breath starts to hitch, before it staccatos out of his pained chest. A ha-ha-ha-ha but it's clear its from him sobbing.]

[Tears flow out of his eyes. It's almost cartoonish, like a flow has just been turned on, but he's absolutely shedding tears that drip down his face and onto the other man.]

Why did you die, Elysium? Why did you die...? Is eternity really going to be the same without you?

[The tears are leaving red streaks on his face, like makeup is dissolving.]

[transmit]

[ Now


that isn't a part of the script. The typical response to tears might be to offer comfort and/or reassurance—but neither of them are typical in any sense of the word. As is, he unwinds; he takes a step back and looks on as though he's observing a science experiment gone awry.

An episode? Should he knock him out? He tilts his head in curiosity. The colours and theatrics do nothing to faze him, and he simply takes a hand to touch the red streak in wonder. ]

… You have all the time in the world to figure it out. Haha. Should I leave you be for the time being? Would that help?

1/2 cw: body horror

[lovebombing]

No. No. Please don't leave me.

[His tail curls around the other's legs, like he's a lonely child who doesn't want to let go of their favorite stuffed animal. The tears stop as soon as they came, like they never happened. He still looks pained, though, breathing heavily.]

Such a nasty trick you've played. Well done. Ol' Sampo would give you a round of applause. You killed Elysium and replaced him, skin and bone. You really are a worthless, needy little organism.

[And then, its as if invisible fingers are compressing over his body. More snapping occurs, as Sampo's body suddenly spasms and crumples, a doll smashed where its held in an unseen fist. The voice echoes, like from a faraway carnival, tinny and dramatic.]

Too bad! I've done exactly the same thing.

2/2

[lovebombing]

[THEY are too big for this room. One would say THEY are more than the entire ocean, a worthless puddle to keep in a snowglobe and shake as much as THEY wanted. THEY cannot be seen, but THEY are seen, from the red poppies to the eyes that blossom to the poker cards that start to flutter and scatter like butterflies in the air.]

[THEY brush off Sampo's face to reveal vivid red, uncrumple him, brush over his clothes, and set him onto his feet like a kid would do to a toy in a dollhouse. "Sampo" waves and smiles and dances, with limbs akimbo like a automated puppet.]

What fun, what fun! [There's laughter, there's party poppers, a rush of screams, a rush of circus music.] You really bought it! How stupid you are. Aha told you. Didn't THEY tell you? Do you know who THEY are? Put your hands together, pray, and make a guess straight from your heart!