[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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[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.