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My dear friend and roommate. We... understand each other.
My roommate. Boy, the shit we have seen between the two of us put together.
I have nothing but respect for our boss, it's clear she knows what she's doing, and we share quite a few values in doing this job. I never thought I'd find honest (well, sort of honest) work in which I wasn't completely miserable, hating every moment of it! So for that I'm quite grateful to her.
... Yeah, I see him around sometimes. Out of the corner of my eye, beyond crowds, and he's always ducking away and running to hide on the rare occasion that our eyes do meet.
He's such a coward! I'm almost disgusted that he isn't just spitting it out, I know what he wants. ❤️️ Why else would he put all this effort into watching me only to run away at the last second? That's how they all are, men are all the same.
... What are you looking at me like that for? I wanted to when I was alive, so it's okay! Maybe this way he won't leave me again !
He didn't need a general, he needed a friend. A big brother, maybe. I tried to help back then, and that's why we're here right now—gods willing it's not too late?
"I can relate on many levels, sir. However, I think your body's in much better shape than mine if i'm going to be honest."
Eh. Whatever's functional and doesn't fall apart on ya.
...uh. Though you're already apart, kinda.
You know so much about this world and its people. I would like to know about this world and its people. I would also like to know about *you.*
(Technically she ain't allowed pets over a certain size in her apartment, but Fuck It, friends and spoons both are in short enough supply, it's worth it being able to cuddle up with a big warm dog on a long night.)
[It seems very fond of her! It will gladly stay at her side when either feels discomforted and react rather aggressively if it senses danger.]
[his voice is a mere whisper as he rubs his hands together] Does she know? Does she know-- this twisted heart of mine and what it imagines when it sees her? [he shuts his eyes, looking away] I hope not. I really-- really truly hope not. That's why I have to keep shutting her out, she-- she would be repulsed by me if she knew. I have to protect her from myself.
(now:) You're still Craspedia, I know that, but you are—so new, so unfamiliar. So closed. Who are you going to be? What about me is making you so nervous? ...Do you know something I don't?
(later:) I didn't understand, at first, what you wanted, but this is... I like you. Very much. O my dear Craspedia, words are failing me rather. W. Would you accept my feelings in the form of an embrace... ?
[he reads this letter she's sent him over and over again, particularly those last three sentences, and...] ... [he closes his eyes, purses his lips and nearly crumples it up to throw it away.] ... [he inhales through his nose, resting his head in his hand.] What am I supposed to do with this? I-- I can't even imagine looking at her head-on, I'm so ashamed. H-haha, I've-- I've never felt that way before.
We were afraid you would be another tyrant at first, but you were so kind to us, so very very kind when we needed it most... I owe you a great debt, Widow King. If ever you should need my help, please don't hesitate to call upon me.
*Such* a gracious individual. I shall have to invite them to take tea again soon, shan't I?
(They too have been taken advantage of. They, too, have been used. Perhaps I can help them attain the revenge I never could.)
Let me tell you the parable of the Demon City. He literally couldn't make himself see that other people's perspectives existed, let alone take 'em into account. I'd say "that's not his fault, that's just the way he was built," but—you know he built himself that way, right? He defined himself. He laid himself a cozy little cell of thought and then bricked himself up in it.
So I guess this is rather elegant, narratively speaking. Wouldn't you agree?
When...when will you stop! You lazy little! You are so frustrating to speak to! You're all calm and you just don't seem to bow down to me! I weave fate, and I can destroy you if I wished! Why do you spam emojis at me!?! Why do you just calmly mock me!?! Why do you not fear me!?!
Why do you run around in Creation, doing whatever you wish!?! Don't you know you could be knocking so many plans off their balance and the way they SHOULD be!?!
Rook's cool, she's like... REALLY into rocks. Like, REALLY REALLY into those hunks of solid Earth Meat, she craves that mineral. All of that minerals. I guess I can't blame her! I like shinies too, I kinda wish I could fashion the prettier ones into cool stuff...
Done wonders for the museum. Brought me a few things I've had trouble identifying, even. What a pleasant young woman!
[chuckles, hiding his smile behind his sleeve] Rook is a highly-valued customer, she's even been kind enough to recommend my business to newcomers and tourists. She also happens to be absolutely adorable, she thinks she's subtle which makes her even cuter.
An old friend—owns the bakery next door. I've sent him more customers over the years than I can count. S-such a wonderfully charming fellow... (Is she blushing?)
Yes, I-- quiet down about that, will you? I can't let anyone else know, the fact that you know at all is an accident on my part. [sighs] ... ... Can I trust you?
Seeing a Homeworld diplomat in support of Earth... it almost gives me the courage to wear the star myself.—Y-your secret's safe with me, of course! Just... wow.
(And oh my di—oh my /goodness/ she's pretty.)
Gil has been my companion, confidante and partner in crime this entire time. Perhaps it is unkind that I've been hesitant to call them my best friend. At this point... They must be my Very Best Most Wonderful Friend(tm)
My dear dear friend with whom I've screamed a lot. Probably my very best friend in the entire world now, ahaha! Haha. [wipes away a tear]
Ca-llu-na~ At first you just wanted me to boss you around, but you're coming around right to me, aren't you? [wraps his arms around her waist, nuzzling her nose]
Craspedia, my commander and, and... And I like him. So much. So, so much. [clings to his chest, chattering her teeth excitedly]
My n. Nibling. My great-nibling. I er. Errrr. I'm quite. Charmed to meet you. Really, I am. Yes, I'm smiling. It's just what my face, er. Does.
I don't think Grauntie Rook likes me too much! (Is that how we're related? I'm confused.)
I like you. I quite like you. And you're an excellent cuddler.
Mmhmhm...~ I had no idea Calluna was this /unbearably/ enchanting behind all those walls and eyepatches. And under all those clothes. ⭐️
Fuuuu... She seems particularly troubled, and that's saying something when it comes to all of us. Then again, I suppose I am too! Haha. Ha. There are many things I don't know. It's nice to have someone who doesn't expect quite so much of a performance from me.
A kindred spirit, in some respects... I wish him all the luck in the world in getting through his own troubles. I'd like to be there to help. I. If he'd like me to.