[But after appreciating that look, Douman just squeezes his hand, feeling warm.]
...If it bothers you that much, you don't need to tell me. I am not one to pry into such things. But regardless, whatever it is...you are nice as you are. It won't change my opinion of you.
[...well, if he's going to show anyone-- then maybe it's best if it's douman. there's not anyone else he really thinks should come first.
he's definitely giving off very hesitant, nervous energy, but he unzips his hoodie anyway, letting it fall open-- letting douman see there is definitely a hole in the center of his chest.]
[he demonstrates so they're not weirded out by touching-- when he pokes a fingertip in, it goes in, but doesn't seem to make it far before he has to stop. he kind of makes a face, but there's no shared feeling of pain, just a sensation more akin to 'this is weird'.]
I got it a while ago? Before I ever ended up here. But, um, I don't... it's easier if nobody sees it.
I'm, uh. I'm basically a point of crossover? So I'm really easily possessed, and that kind of thing. Something-- used me to break through, that's the first time I died.
[A pause...and deep, deep sympathy comes over the connection. Easily possessed? Yes, of course. Douman knows that well, even though it was only once.]
I'm sorry...something used you like that. [Like a gateway, or a door. Envy isn't that.] And you...died? Multiple times? How horrible. But...either way...I don't find it strange.
I mean, after the first time, I usually knew it was coming? I kind of, uh, knew it was going to happen most of the time, I just did it anyway because I'd come back.
[sometimes! you just die so other people don't have to!
there's a sensation of warmth with that kiss, though, and while he does zip the hoodie back up, not quite comfortable being uncovered if someone wanders by... he definitely feels less anxious.]
[There's a bit of concern here like. Envy. Please. Dying is Not Fun, but...]
I suppose I can understand that. For me, pseudo-immortality is...quite the state to be in. [Throwing bodies aside like they're trash...its a Thing. Douman squeezes Envy's hand, happy to feel the anxiety waning.] Death isn't quite as taxing as it is for the average person.
[Some fond, bashful surprise at that - Douman glances away.]
Well... [And a bit of those disgruntled feelings from before return.] Things have been well, for the most part. People have been nice. [A beat.] That time in that giant bird creature was...not nice, though.
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[But after appreciating that look, Douman just squeezes his hand, feeling warm.]
...If it bothers you that much, you don't need to tell me. I am not one to pry into such things. But regardless, whatever it is...you are nice as you are. It won't change my opinion of you.
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he's definitely giving off very hesitant, nervous energy, but he unzips his hoodie anyway, letting it fall open-- letting douman see there is definitely a hole in the center of his chest.]
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[There's no fear at the sight of it, only surprise mixed with concern, tinted with curiosity.]
[They reach for it...before being shy, hesitating.]
Did you always have this?
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[he demonstrates so they're not weirded out by touching-- when he pokes a fingertip in, it goes in, but doesn't seem to make it far before he has to stop. he kind of makes a face, but there's no shared feeling of pain, just a sensation more akin to 'this is weird'.]
I got it a while ago? Before I ever ended up here. But, um, I don't... it's easier if nobody sees it.
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I understand. It isn't a typical thing to see.
[Not that they know anyone else with holes in their chests, but hey. They reach forward again, fingertip tracing around the edge of it, lightly.]
Could it have something to do with your ability? Being able to see ghosts...
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[he exhales a shaky breath at the touch.]
I'm, uh. I'm basically a point of crossover? So I'm really easily possessed, and that kind of thing. Something-- used me to break through, that's the first time I died.
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I'm sorry...something used you like that. [Like a gateway, or a door. Envy isn't that.] And you...died? Multiple times? How horrible. But...either way...I don't find it strange.
[They lean in for a gentle kiss to Envy's cheek.]
["You're just like me".]
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[sometimes! you just die so other people don't have to!
there's a sensation of warmth with that kiss, though, and while he does zip the hoodie back up, not quite comfortable being uncovered if someone wanders by... he definitely feels less anxious.]
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[There's a bit of concern here like. Envy. Please. Dying is Not Fun, but...]
I suppose I can understand that. For me, pseudo-immortality is...quite the state to be in. [Throwing bodies aside like they're trash...its a Thing. Douman squeezes Envy's hand, happy to feel the anxiety waning.] Death isn't quite as taxing as it is for the average person.
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[he squeezes douman's hand back, with a little shrug.]
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[Its just...another state.]
Though I guess its harder to do things when one stays dead. So I'm glad you can come to us and talk to us like this.
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[a little smile, there, soft and fond.]
Has everything still been okay?
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Well... [And a bit of those disgruntled feelings from before return.] Things have been well, for the most part. People have been nice. [A beat.] That time in that giant bird creature was...not nice, though.