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They had a system.
The lights stayed off. They were there, in case of emergencies or guests, but outside of those extenuating circumstances, they never turned on. On especially dark or cloudy nights, Kris cracked a glowstick and circled it around their wrist when they walked into the kitchen around 4:00 AM to make coffee after giving up on sleep for the night. Sometimes, the smell drew it out of its room; she'd come grab a cup, and they'd sip the hot, bitter liquid together in silent camaraderie. Usually, Kris drank the small pot alone.
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It feels selfish, like some violation of the silent pact they’ve made with themself, with Dess. An unspoken agreement to fade quietly from this world, to break away in little pieces over time, make their peace and let the others make theirs.
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They are warm. A hand on their wrist. Breath on their shoulder. Snores shaking the floor. They are comfortable, and safe, and loved, and somehow this is worse. Because the warmth isn't theirs in the same way the screams weren't theirs; because Kris is a quiet thing, a cold thing, and the pain belongs to them but the fire does not.(i.e. Kris and Dess are forced out of their downward spirals and learn to be loved.)
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02 Jul 2026
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Someone sits in a classroom. She has for a while. Who is that?
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28 Jun 2026
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you were broken-hearted (and the world was too) by baladric
Fandoms: Deltarune (Video Game)
01 Jul 2026
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You’re used to being on the outside. You tell yourself this.
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[Kris, in the moments after Susie shuts the door]
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28 Jun 2026
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During the year 199X, Mari and Sunny practiced day in and out for their upcoming duet. All their friends and family would be there, with expectations that the siblings would live up to.
On the day of the recital, Mari performs a solo, and the rest is history.
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22 Apr 2026
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“We should probably…” Susie trails off, staring blankly through the dark of the spare room. Late afternoon sun warms the shuttered window. “I dunno. Don't fuckin' know what we should do.”
“Should,” Kris spits. “Who cares 'bout should. What do we wanna do?”Bookmarked by archaicAnomaly
27 Feb 2026