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[Open] A poisonous feast
Characters: Tohru Adachi [The Evil Queen (Snow White)] & everyone / anyone
Campaign: Break
Format: Either
Open
Summary: Poison plot time.
Prompts are on the comments. Feel free to contact me via the original plotting post or the Discord Server if you have any questions.
The food is being distributed during the festival mentioned on the intro log.
Campaign: Break
Format: Either
Open
Summary: Poison plot time.
Prompts are on the comments. Feel free to contact me via the original plotting post or the Discord Server if you have any questions.
The food is being distributed during the festival mentioned on the intro log.
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Once he felt his bed around him though, he glanced up, not at all surprised to see Wembley still there. Wembley... He drew in a breath and let his head rest back, wincing a moment at a wave of nausea. Then when it passed, he spoke.
"...'m sorry. You were right, about.. everything."
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There was a trilling sound as Thorn hovered into the room. They settled down on the floor by Wembley's feet, nudging their head up beneath his hand. Wembley smiled softly at that, scratching them gently between the eyes.
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"No, l..look... All I've ever been is a jerk to you. Bluerock, the flight, the race, heck I dropped a ceiling on you once. Dragged you up a rock wall against all health sense... Forced you to get postcards with me who knows HOW many times..." He closed his eyes, putting his head carefully on the pillow. "I do push you around. I don't know why you..." There were multiple ways he could finish that sentence and none of them were anything he wanted to say, so he just let it drop there.
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"Well... The ceiling was an accident." He knew that wasn't enough, but it was where he could start. "Gobo, you've done other things - good things. Without you, I would never have picked a job. Or, I'd have one as a servant to the Gorgs." He pulled a face at that thought, then finally looked up at Gobo, his expression shifting to one of deep emotion - though what emotion that was, exactly, was hard to place.
"But you know what really matters to me? Gobo, you've trusted me with big things - even your life! You believe I can do things, more than anyone else does. More than I used to. Aw, heck, the biggest reason I believe I can do things now is because of you. Gobo, you do some bad things, but we all do. And it doesn't take away from the good you do - the good you do for me! Even though I've done bad things, too, like- Like, well, leaving. You were right about that..."
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Sure, he could've talked to Roxas or Crane about what had happened... But they knew Gobo, too. It was too complicated.
"What I've figured out is that I don't know why we are how we are. Best friends, boyfriends, so different... But I don't care! What if why doesn't matter? What if all that matters is that we are? Because- Because that's what I think is true!" He got to his feet and walked up to stand by Gobo's head, gesturing for Thorn to stay put. "There's stuff we have to be better about, but I want to learn how to do that together!" He knelt down and stroked Gobo's hair back. "Is that... Is that what you want...?"
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That was it, wasn't it? That was why they worked. He stared at him, then nodded, reaching a hand up for Wembley to take. "Yeah. Yeah, that's what I want."
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He shook his head, feeling cozy from the inside out. "Now, just focus on being okay. I'm helping some people make an antidote for this, and we're gonna fix it." He gave Gobo's hand a gentle squeeze, and then a slightly less gentle shake. "And tell me if something like this happens ever again! Even if we're fighting, huh?"
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Wembley's grin grew at that, and he lay a hand on Thorn's back. "That's Bobo," he stated, glancing at Gobo with a spark of humor in his eyes.
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Then there was that introduction and, despite how he felt, he laughed. "That's Gobo," in exactly the tone from the referenced moment.
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Then he felt a wave of unease and settled back again, shutting his eyes. "I think... I'm just gonna rest for a little bit, Wemb..."
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And he would be. They'd always been there for each other when the chips were down, from Bluerock to the Whoopie Water fountain. If anything, being in this place where they were such odd ones out together... And where they'd realized just how much they meant to one another... It made that even more important.