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Post by starlitlover on Jun 30, 2023 6:58:39 GMT 9
It dawned on him, slowly, what Tuesday was talking about. He had just walked into his childhood home, where his father had died, to a pool of blood and Darcy- Darcy acting wrong, possessed or controlled or something. And Mars had killed him, stabbed him with that terrible knife, until there was nothing left. And Mars-
"Now my Pokémon is in the Everworld because of you. You did this to her. You killed her."
"You can't be serious-" His voice broke, a delirious laugh spilling out until his chest wheezes, and he fell into coughs. "You're mad about- about a pokemon? They- they aren't real! Darcy- Darcy is- He.. was..." Adarsa corrected, pain lancing his voice. "A real person. And you- you- you stabbed him. You killed him in front of me. And you- have the-" He gulped for air like he was still dying, which was exactly how he felt. "The audacity to blame me?"
He stumbled to his feet, wavering and unsteady, thin chest heaving from effort and pain. "I never asked for your help! I didn't want you to show up! But- you decided to stick your nose in, like you do every single time!" Adarsa sobbed, looking down at Tuesday. "And now Darcy's-" He broke into full sobs, then, taking in shaking air enough to hiss one last, final barb.
"I hate you, Mars."
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Post by starlitlover on Jun 30, 2023 2:56:21 GMT 9
Adarsa was only passingly aware of everything that happened after Tuesday had grabbed him. Things had fallen into a blur, pain and blood soaked washes of color and movement. It was only when he was dropped, left to crumple atop pink wildflowers, that the pain became share, air seeping back into ravaged lungs.
The world steadied, pain in his chest sharpening around Tuesday's quiet words. But Adarsa didn't know her- He had never seen the whirlipede, didn't know she had been brought along. Even if he had? There were more important things to be mad about.
More vital things to have lost. "You-" His voice shook, frothy with pain. "You killed him! You- I thought you had come to help, but every step- You always make everything worse!" Tears blinded him as he lunged, weakly, for Tuesday, attempting to-
He didn't even know. Anything to convey how he was feeling to Mars. "Why- Why would you-"
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Post by starlitlover on Jun 29, 2023 21:21:35 GMT 9
At the defiance, Darcy laughed, just once, sandpaper sliding against skin. He watched Tuesday as she lunged and moved to meet her, a clash of violence and pain and blood.
Adarsa was let go, at some point, forgotten amidst the chaos, hands grabbing at Tuesday, in anger, in defense- in reverence.
"There you go," Darcy cooed, some sick pride in his voice. "There's my Martín."
And then he was simply gone, blood-soaked ash in Tuesday's hands, sinking into the carpet.
"Darcy?" Adarsa's voice was odd, like trying to listen after a concert, or a jet take-off. He was sprawled on the floor, legs tangled underneath him, and he crawled pathetically over to where the corruption had been. He was covered in blood- some dark, from what had been left before-
But some bright, shining wet down his shirt from his chest.
He let out a hiccupping gasp, crumpling down by the wet ash. "Darcy? I-" A sob broke out of him. "I- I want to go home."
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Post by starlitlover on Jun 29, 2023 1:18:49 GMT 9
Darcy watched Tuesday, affect detatched. "Not your call. I'm the one with the weapon, remember?" He said, a hint of a taunt.
He shifted his grip on Adarsa, who whined. "Do you know why I do any of this? Why I've done everything I've done for you, Adarsa?" He asked, voice pulling into a snarl. "Because we're family. And family looks out for each other. You know that too, don't you, Martín?"
It is nothing if not rhetorical. Red eyes bore into Tuesday, into screen, into Mars.
"And then you left. You wanted nothing to do with me, after everything I gave up for you." Darcy bared his teeth, nails digging into Adarsa's skin, pulling bloody rivers where they caught.
He barked a laugh, a dry, snapping noise, like a shoulder being dislocated. "I guess tht is something you both have in common- You disregard your own family at first breath."
He looked at Tuesday again- and gave a soft smile. "I'll be kind- A kindness you've never shown. Choose: him, or yourself?"
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Post by starlitlover on Jun 28, 2023 0:45:07 GMT 9
Adarsa felt frozen, locked in place. Blood- this was blood, all over the floor-
In a rush, he was nine, and on the porch, Darcy grabbing him too hard, demanding they had to run. Did he have blood on him, then? Adarsa couldn't remember, here. Why had Darcy wanted him out of the house so quickly? Did he think Ada couldn't handle it? Did he know?
"... I- I-" He had barely croaked out a noise when Darcy lunged, grabbing Adarsa and pulling him back, further into the house. "Darcy- let me go! Let me go!" He cried, struggling to do anything at all. He heard a click, softly, behind him, and went absolutely still, reduced to whimpering gasps.
"Martín." Darcy said, clipped. Cold. Why was he talking like that? He could be short, somtimes, but- "Come inside. Slowly."
They both watched, Darcy cold and distant, Adarsa whale-eyed, scrabbling uselessly at the arm around him.
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Post by starlitlover on Jun 23, 2023 11:05:46 GMT 9
Adarsa had never been to the Tree of Worms, partly because it sounded awful. Who wanted to be in a tree full of gross squirmy worms? Not him.
But Mars had said there was a legendary pokemon at the bottom of the tree, and, well- Adarsa had to see for himself. So, he made his way to the tree (by... clicking the button) and stood in front of it.
The pop-up did, in fact, make him pause. Did he really want to do this? What if the legendary was just... some big fishing worm?
But what if it was really cool?
Adarsa stepped inside, and was instantly swarmed by pidgey.
Prompt 1. [Tower]fclTZvWU1d50 1d50
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Post by starlitlover on Jun 23, 2023 1:05:31 GMT 9
Adarsa had never been so grateful to put his feet on solid ground.
...even if it meant that Mars wasn't there.
Adarsa sniffed, straightening his outfit as Tuesday went off about some... harebrained idea that involved falling nearly to their deaths. "Hi, um, sorry, quick question- I still don't know how these work!" He shouted, which wasn't a question. "Do you want me to fall? And break something? You want me to be in agony, Mars?" This was a question, but it wasn't quick.
With a huff, because no one cared or understood him, Adarsa turned away to try and figure out how the stupid little wings worked. There was only one button, which seemed to be "on," if also "i am a trained fucking astronaut and i love flying at mach five billion." How was this supposed to work? And the straps were weird on his shoulders, and it had been smacking him for the three seconds it was on-
Clearly, he had to make a concession. "... Saint ?" He called, fiddling with the hem of his cloak. "You... you won't let me die, right?" Saint was reasonable, and trustworthy, and very pretty. It would all work out.
Far, far too quickly, they all rose into the air. Now the even more scarier part. He pressed the "stop going mach five billion" button, and the wings responded instantly.
However it was by breaking an overflow somewhere, and the cute little sprkly wings ripped themselves off his back, and into the goddamn stratosphere. "W-" He didn't have time to choke out a noise, grabbing wildly at Tuesdag and Saint in a blink panic, because he didn't want to die here.
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Post by starlitlover on Jun 22, 2023 0:54:09 GMT 9
Somthing cold grabbed his wrist, and Adarsa yelped, twisting and jerking back- "Oh. Mars." He sounded a bit distant, like it didn't quite make sense for Tuesday to be there, but it also didn't not make sense.
"This is my house? Why wouldn't I want to go in?" Mars was making absolutely no sense. He hadn't been home in years! He needed to see what all had changed.
So, he ignored Mars' damage, and pushed open the door. Standing in the main hallways was a man, taller than Adarsa and broad shouldered. He was in dark pants, and a dark leather jacket and boots. Dark hair hung over his face. Adarsa was not put off by this in the least.
"Darcy! There you are-" He stepped forward, to hug the other man, or chastise, or something- fumbling as his foot slipped on something. Ada caught himself, and looked down-
And it wasn't water, or spilled drink, but something reddish blackish. It looked fake, like he'd stepped onto a movie set. But he smell was right, sharply iron. "... Darcy?" He asked, voice small, still not comprehending anything.
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Post by starlitlover on Jun 20, 2023 12:24:17 GMT 9
Maybe it was the pain. Maybe it was the weird video game setting. Adarsa had no idea. But Mars was talking to him, even if his voice was strangely pitched- and Adarsa let out a quiet little sigh, and leaned against him, walking with Mars through the woods. It was quiet, the other animals quiet, but no sound of the fox monster, either.
"Why are you- um, dressed like that?" He asked, glancing sideways at Tuesday. There were other questions, but- but this should be an easier one. And he... he really wanted to know why Mars had decided to play online as a catgirl. It... felt bizarre. The thought to make anyone other than himself was... why would he? Adarsa squinted a bit at Tuesday. Mars didn't.... was he?
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Post by starlitlover on Jun 18, 2023 11:41:51 GMT 9
Adarsa slowly blinked his eyes open. He was looking up at the sky, still daylight but dark and intense with purpose and potential. He was falling, drifting slowly through rain-touched air. The wind was cool, ruffling his cloak and ruff around his shoulders, but he didn't feel afraid. It felt... peaceful. Like he was right where he was meant to be.
A voice cut into his hazy thoughts, not the voice of of a lover, but... the strangely female voice of his ex. Adarsa's brows furrowed, and he looked up at her face- She seemed content, at a bare minimum, like this was someplace she belonged. But-
But where was that?
Adarsa realized he was not laying down, floating, but instead he was being carried- Tuesday holding him by the shoulder and under the knees. "What-" He squawked, naturally and predictably writhing a bit in Tuesday's arms, unable to get out in any capacity. "Why- Didn't we do it? I thought- Didn't we get through the rings?!" He cried, not understanding how any of this worked. When Tuesday shouted, he swiveled a bit, trying to locate Saint. How could Tuesday have just.... lost him?
Could he fly on his own? He had no idea. And, besides... it was nice being this close to Mars again...
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Post by starlitlover on Jun 15, 2023 10:09:28 GMT 9
Adarsa blinked, and then laughed, blush coloring his cheeks. "Oh- A magazine?" The ant trap has absolutely worked, with Adarsa flinging himself into it eagerly. The cover of a magazine! "Ohhh, no, I don't think so- But I am working to be a novelist, so I'm sure you'll see my face everywhere soon." He said, winking. And it was truth! With how popular his works on Ao3 were, all he had to do was change some names and scramble some places- et voilà, an original work of fiction.
"But what about you?" Adarsa asked in return. This man- Kazuki, how was that even pronounced?- was gorgeous. "I haven't seen you in a de Saint Sernin, have I? Paris, last September?" He looked like someone who would suit a LdSS...
His attention was pulled from the fashion world by rubble and debris kicked back, startling some pokemon nearby. "Huh?" Adarsa peered around Kazuki, a little bit- going still. "What- what is all that?" He asked, which for once was a genuine, salient question.
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Post by starlitlover on Jun 15, 2023 9:13:33 GMT 9
Adarsa was exhausted. He had walked over to the Wanted Board (which was? weirdly Western?) and typed up a whole little thing, specifying which pokemon he wanted- Which was difficult! Since he had to pick them one by one, and he had to pull up their little pictures to figure out what they were-
And then it gave him a sad little error, and just-
Erased the entire request.
Adarsa took a deep, calming breath, and tried to... simplify.
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Post by starlitlover on Jun 14, 2023 7:45:16 GMT 9
Adarsa paused in making a sour face at Cygnus to... look over at Mars. Who had gone hyperfocused on some.... Jessica Rabbit woman. Who he was then flirting with.
Mars then tried to talk to them again, or whatever, but Adarsa had gone Full Bastard mode, and simply was no longer listening.
Let me know if you need any help with those Pokémon.
Adarsa huffed, fumbling with the little hand controls. "C'mon then, Saint," He grumbled. "Let's not make Mars look bad."
Whoever she was- he hated that woman.
Adarsa finally managed to get himself situated- only to blast himself upwards far faster than he had meant to, yelping in panic.
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Post by starlitlover on Jun 12, 2023 6:26:09 GMT 9
He'd lost sight of Darcy, only able to follow him because of... he didn't know. Intuition? A brotherly sense? Misguided guessing? But Adarsa kept going, half-jogging into the oppressive darkness. "Darcy! Daaarcy!!" He called, not hearing any sort of response. Which... wasn't like him.
Darcy... had always been there.
Adarsa squinted, trying to get any sort of definition- he could only see enough of the road to, like, not trip over anything. There was a singular, lone lampost, several yards away, casting wan lighting on the dull concrete, and broken glass and bottles along the sidewalk.
"ADA!" Adarsa blinked, looking around. There, where the voice was coming from- it was a house, little and simple. It was his house, growing up. And that voice...
"Dad?" Adarsa asked, feeling strangely small and hesitant. Slowly, he moved towards his house, at least having the awareness even here to glance before crossing the street. He walked up the familiar steps to the porch- pausing at the crunch under his boots.
There was more broken glass- But why was it on the porch? Their dad always kept the house neat... Adarsa shook his head, concerned, and reached to push the door open.
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Post by starlitlover on Jun 12, 2023 5:43:23 GMT 9
Adarsa had no further answers. Maybe the game was broken? Who really could say?
Well, Mars probably, but Adarsa wasn't going to ask him.
"Just- You can beat it, right?" Adarsa asked, eyeballing the little bird warily. Carnation didn't... seem quite capable. But the other pokemon was broken, so...
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