COURT: Heart Game!

[upmoving]

[Your consciousness drifts in to the sound of discordant whispers. It sounds like a hushed argument in another room, something you can't quite catch. You're cold. Your skin tingles slightly, and then...]

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Re: a quiet afternoon

[royallyfuckedup]

[Hm.]

[Going to the counter.]

Re: a quiet afternoon

[upmoving]

[It's quiet for a moment, but soon enough out from the kitchen pops a slightly powdered-sugar-dusted version of your cute brother, in a very cute cafe uniform.] Hello, w-- Tristan?

Re: a quiet afternoon

[royallyfuckedup]

...Ariel.

[Surprised.]

Re: a quiet afternoon

[upmoving]

[You're at 20% opacity now. Maybe it's that you're a ghost with cracks and chips out of you that freaks him out or maybe it's just that you're you. Either way he sort of glances at the chalk board, back to you, back to it a few times, nervously, then just turns and darts right back into the kitchen, running away. Or tries to, anyway.] Excuse me!

Re: a quiet afternoon

[royallyfuckedup]

Wait!

[Dashing after him?? don't you run away.]

Re: a quiet afternoon

[upmoving]

[The kitchen is a pretty normal kitchen, if a bit too modern for the city outside it. It looks more like Court's kitchen than what a cafe in what seems to be the area around the castle at home would have. Ariel also seems to have disappeared into it, but that's likely a case of hiding.]

Re: a quiet afternoon

[royallyfuckedup]

Ariel come out.

[Gonna start searching for him.]

Re: a quiet afternoon

[upmoving]

[He will not come out. But you do eventually find him cowering in the pantry. When you do he just stares up at you in open terror.] --Ah...

Re: a quiet afternoon

[royallyfuckedup]

[How very strange! Why would Ariel ever be scared of him!! How silly!]

...Ariel...

Re: a quiet afternoon

[upmoving]

[I dunno why would he?? But he is, shrinking back as far as he can and lifting his hands defensively, like he thinks Tristan's going to hit him or something.]

P-Please leave.

Re: a quiet afternoon

[royallyfuckedup]

Ariel...

[Kneeling and reaching for his hands, gently.]

Why are you so scared of me?

Re: a quiet afternoon

[upmoving]

[He flinches, pulling his hands away.] Don't-- Don't touch me. This place is fragile, Tristan. You're dangerous.

Re: a quiet afternoon

[royallyfuckedup]

Ariel.

[He is frustrated, frowning slightly.]

And what do you think I'll do to you here?

Re: a quiet afternoon

[upmoving]

[He just shakes his head. Nope no telling that is also dangerous.]

Re: a quiet afternoon

[royallyfuckedup]

Ariel.

Re: a quiet afternoon

[upmoving]

[cowering intensifies?? like huddling in the corner with his hands on his head shaking kind of cowering]

Re: a quiet afternoon

[royallyfuckedup]

Ariel stop this.

[TAKING HIS HANDS trying to draw him out.]

Re: a quiet afternoon

[upmoving]

[You can do that. In fact he seems even weaker, physically, than the Ariel he represents, and unnaturally light-weight as well. He does resist, but there's almost no force there and he's wincing as if Tristan's grip is much harsher than it is.]

Ah-- No, I-- Ow!

Re: a quiet afternoon

[royallyfuckedup]

I'm not hurting you.

Re: a quiet afternoon

[upmoving]

[You can say that but by the time you've dragged him up he's whining softly, and it sure sounds like a pained noise.] Let go...

Re: a quiet afternoon

[royallyfuckedup]

Why are you so afraid of me!?

Re: a quiet afternoon

[upmoving]

[He tugs at his hands, trying to free them, making little whimpering noises as he does. He's definitely scared out of his mind that is for sure, but he also has zero physical strength to pull with.] I don't want you to kill me...

Re: a quiet afternoon

[royallyfuckedup]

Why would I kill you?

[He loosens his hold a bit, not actually wanting to hurt him.]

I love you.

Re: a quiet afternoon

[upmoving]

Not this part. [With a loosened grip his hands shift at least, and you may catch a glimpse of skin gone a dark, ugly purple. You certainly were never holding tight enough to remotely hurt a normal person, but this Ariel has bone-deep bruises everywhere you've grabbed, and they've already fully blossomed.]

Re: a quiet afternoon

[royallyfuckedup]

[He lets go, surprised and inspecting the bruises. That shouldn't happen at all.]

Is this what you want to be?