A Kindhearted Person 💙

a kindhearted person 💙

ZAMS YOU

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elisisgood

6 months ago

Zam's world is only his castle, save for the people that visit. He has no control over who they are, no control over when they come and go. He cannot leave.

People come and tell story's to him, they mistake him for a traveler too and expect some in exchange. He wishes he had his own stories. instead he retells what hes heard from others, inserting himself into their lives and changing details to fit him.

One visitor comes a second time, this time with a companion. Zam had been alone for most the month and was more than eager to talk with them. Distracted by the new person, (new details, new colors, new movements), he retells the story from the first visitor.

They immediately catch on, waiting for him to finish before asking him about it, about his situation. He's nervous to answer, most think hes a traveler who happens to have decided to live here, but with enough questions he tells them.

Anything past the edges of the castle dissolves into the sharp blue, when he was younger (younger is the wrong word, time isn't something you can count on for its consistency here. When he knew less. When he could count how many stories hes heard on one hand.) he tried to touch it only for it to solidify and burn.

They leave soon after, he hides away in the tower from any visitors until he can make out their voices. He's standing by his door when they finally introduce themselves, Mapicc and Ro. With all his anxious hesitance he opens the door and goes back down.

They brought him new foods to try, something that made his eyes well up, and Ro had to carefully explain his tears. Zam tells them about one visitor who came after they found out, someone who could slide in-between the gaps in his door and walls and comforted him when he refused to leave his bed. More stories are told, there's always more, and eventually they have to leave again, disappearing into the not-quite-as-pointed-blue.

It's always clear to him after someone leaves, the warmth he feels goes with them. He can't explain it but the stories make him more real. That without them he simply wouldn't exist. Once they leave he feels the chills set in again, worse now that he was used to the warmth.

He could only wait for their return.

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elisisgood

6 months ago

Parrot feels himself breaking and Wato is right there with the others to catch him.

This might be a spoiler to the newest UU video from Parrot about the first War, so just as a notice <3

I first wrote this when I was watching the video and edited it a little just now, so here you go :D This video broke me on so SO MANY LEVELS YOU CANT BELIEVE IT

Also warning for:

Description of violent urges & thoughts, mention or hinted at death, etc

Parrot Feels Himself Breaking And Wato Is Right There With The Others To Catch Him.

Parrot‘s feet hit the ground. He stumbles forward, barely catching himself as the armour weights him down.

His wings hurt, his arms ache and his head is spinning, yet no pain can come close to the way the racing heart in his chest is burning and tearing apart. He wants to yell, to run and kick and scream and tear out someone‘s life from them. He wants to feel the blood on his hands, to feel the way they struggle underneath his grasp until their body becomes lifeless.

Parrot wants - no, needs to get his hands bloody and bruised until the world stops being unjust, until him and -

"Here, take this," a soft mutter catches his attention and it takes a second for Parrot to realise where he was, what was happening. He lightly shakes his head to try and pull himself out of his haze, eyes drifting down to the helmet that was being offered to him by Wato.

Wato looks up at him when Parrot doesn‘t react to it much more, offering a hesitant smile. "It‘s the only one I have, but you need something."

Parrot slowly, briefly looks behind Wato and sees Kenadian, talking about something with a helmet too. Did his break during the fight too? Maybe Kenadian should take it, Parrot thinks, maybe if he had a better helmet and gear he could‘ve tanked the fight. Maybe then they wouldn’t be here, stranded out in the open, looking for scraps of their resources.

"Take it, I don‘t need it," Wato pushes again and this time steps closer to him. Parrot sees them reach out with the turtle helmet, not hovering over his head just yet but nudging towards it as if asking for permission. He gives a weak nod and Wato sighs, gently adjusting the helmet to sit on his head and brushing out any stray hair or feather that might otherwise sit uncomfortably. Parrot sees them reach for something in their bags, but they don‘t step back. Instead, he watches as Wato pulls out a handful of golden carrots and reaches out to hold onto his hand. He can barely feel the weight of the carrots but the small warmth that sparks upon their hands meeting feels burning and like a pained reminder of the life he had just lost. Of the friend he had lost.

"Here, and, uh," Wato stumbles a little over her words as she reaches back into the bag. Parrot doesn‘t speak as a golden apple or two are pressed back into his hand and now the weight of them feels more real, like he‘s actually holding and not just observing them. "Some of these-"

Just as Wato goes to fumble with another thing in her bag, Parrot lets his weight pull him forward and Wato is barely able to react fast enough to wrap her arms around him. Parrot shudders, but then the arms give a small squeeze around his shivering form and he buries his face in Wato‘s shoulder, eyes closing and shutting the world out of his mind. His hands grab at whatever he can feel, tugging at the armour straps and suit he could barely get a proper grasp on. Parrot feels Wato gasp more than he hears it, and only then does he realise why his face suddenly feels so wet.

Parrot is crying.

For a moment Parrot wants to back off, apologise and run, fly far away and pretend this never happened but before he can even act on his instincts, a hand rests on the back of his neck to keep him right there.

And Parrot feels his own emotions spill, clinging to the warmth that Wato is right now. His hands hold on tight, letting his body tremble and violently shake as he muffles his own sobbing as best as he can.

"Hey," another whisper chimes in and a hand presses against his back. Parrot swallows down one of his sobs in favour of turning his head a little so he could look up and oh, oh, Wifies‘ eyes meet his and the familiar pain that is reflected in them makes him want to disappear.

Parrot doesn‘t even try to verbally respond. Wifies takes this as a sign to move closer, pulling him and Wato into a tight embrace. There‘s some shared words between Kenadian, Wato and Wifies but Parrot doesn‘t bother in paying attention to that, opting to bury his face back against Wato‘s shoulder. He does however hear and feel the purring that settles somewhere against his back, engulfing him in a veil of comfort as another pair of arms wraps around the group.

They should be getting out of here, they shouldn‘t be standing here and wasting time and yet this was all Parrot wanted. He wanted this, he needed this and maybe he could be a little selfish for even a few minutes.

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elisisgood

6 months ago