PCs with Gerome

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[maskarang]

Even so: I cannot. She's...

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She's...?

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... difficult to be around.

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Moreso than me?

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Yes.

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Huh...

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... Do not take that as praise.

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I'm unsure how to take it, to be entirely honest.

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Then pretend it has no meaning.

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I'll do that.

[ looks up at Gerome and says nothing for a moment before he speaks up ] What would you have done?

[maskarang]

[ g...ood...? not sure if good, honestly. let's move on. ]

Elaborate.

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If... things had progressed differently. If I was the one chosen

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[ standing up so fast minerva lifts her head and starts rising, wings extending ]

Don't—

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There's no denying that this is just a mere game any longer, Gerome.

[maskarang]

... I misjudged the game, I freely admit that. But I will not, I cannot— [ this? this, pretty much ]

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So tell me what you would have done.

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[ there's silence as he regains his composure. ] The only answer I can provide will do nothing but shatter my heart. It will not end your turmoil, nor will it satisfy your incomprehensible desires. All I can glean from this is that you seek something. If so, you needn't practice such cruelty to get it.

[ stepping with purpose in front of owain. if a gesture is required, fine. let it be done. without hesitating, he drops down onto one knee in and lowers his head. ]

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[ quietly, owain gently nudges minerva so that she's out of his lap. once she's out (and i'm assuming still on the bed, watching this whole strange ritual of humans take place), owain is still for a moment longer before he kneels on both knees in front of gerome. he places both (BOTH!!) hands on his shoulders. ]

I'm not... Gerome, I'm asking as your friend.

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[ he doesn't raise his head or move from his spot on the ground. kneeling like this may be foreign to him, but he won't give up on it easily. besides, the posture has been burned into his memories. (minerva is still on the bed and absolutely thinks this whole thing is bonkers) ]

... You, Cynthia, and Lucina are my lords. I swore no true oath, not like my father, but I would give my life for you all the same. Losing any of you—it's... unfathomable.

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[ grips his shoulders tighter, shaking him slightly. ]

Gerome, forget about who we are, who our parents were! I just... [ holds tight and pulls him into a hug

because fuck logic right now ]

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[ tensing immediately. he lets the hug go on for a few seconds before knitting his brows and roughly trying to push owain away. ]

First you ask I remember and now that I forget. Which is it, then? You cannot have them both, Owain.

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[ nope we're huggers now enjoy this hug you fucking loser!! ]

Remember them, but don't let them be the sole reason why you do something!

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... I never claimed they were. From the start, you were the only one using them as an excuse. [ he's still angry, even if it isn't as much. none of this is why he looked for owain, all he's doing is being swept up by owain's indecipherable pace. with a tired sigh, he wraps one arm around owain's waist and the other around his back then onto his shoulder. ]

If it will end this, I will say it again. As plainly as I can so that even a child may understand it. [ shifting so he can whisper into owain's dumb ear. ] To lose you would only add to my burden. I would be heartbroken, and even Brady's sobs would be put to shame before my grief.

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[ he stiffens at first, but when he feels gerome return the hug at least, owain allows himself to relax again. he's definitely warmed up at least since their time outside. ]

A burden... something I never want to be.

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Good. Let that be your incentive to live. [ he hates all of this too much to stay like this for very long. as soon as he's certain he won't yell at owain again out of anger, he pulls back enough to look him in the eyes. ]

You forced me to speak. Now it's your turn.