It's not stalking, it's love plus following

[replicatedcourage]

Who: Sola and his creepy stalker Ghirahim
Where: Sola's bedroom window (sob)
When: After the mass exodus of Larmline
Style: Brackets, brackets as far as the eye can see
Status: Closed

[Settling into a new house is never easy and Sola's a little jumpier than most lately. While other aspects of his life are all kinds of wonderful, that white demon guy bothering him at every chance and the bombs going off that caused his and his Trolldads' move are more than enough to set him on edge.

So here's Sola, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, trying to not jump at all the different sounds this new house makes in contrast to their old apartment.]

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[evilisfabulous]

*And while Sola is staring at the ceiling, Ghirahim teleports into the room and has a seat on the windowsill. Breaking and entering? There's no such thing. After a while of not being noticed he chuckles at the boy's obliviousness, glancing up at the ceiling.*

I'm failing to see what could be quite so interesting...

[replicatedcourage]

[The sudden voice immediately to his right gives Sola such a bad start that he literally tumbles out of bed with a thud.]

What the fuck are you doing here?!

[Definitely seems like the time to use that strong alien vocabulary he learned from Gamzee.]

[evilisfabulous]

*Alien, indeed. But given the context and tone, it's obviously a curse. He laughs again at the outburst.*

I did tell you I would show you proof of what I am. I just took the power of the Coral instead. But by that time you had already run off. So I thought I would allow you to calm down and rest a bit. Asking you for a bit of energy might have been a little too preemptive. I apologize...it's not like me to be so hasty. But I was a bit excited.

[replicatedcourage]

[Sola really has no desire to see proof of what Ghirahim is. He's creepy and there's enough proof of that in his actions and really that's all he needs to know to want to stay away from him.

Only he's not being given the opportunity to stay away from him. Damnit, the guy's in his room!]

You can't just show up in other people's houses without asking!

[Let's ignore for a second that Sola has the very Link-like tendency to ignore that very same rule of privacy.]

1/2

[evilisfabulous]

I can't...? *he's not asking out of ignorance. Nope, he just doesn't care about people's personal boundaries. At all.*

I want you to see the true power that you are part of, Sola. *He stands up as he says this, his cloak disintegrating into diamonds that linger in the air before vanishing. His flesh starts to do the same, the diamonds turning into a black cloud that obscures Ghirahim entirely.*

Re: 2/2

[evilisfabulous]

*when it fades, Ghirahim has become...a metal creature, taller even than his more humanlike form. He grins, sharp teeth flashing in the light as he stoops to avoid the ceiling.*

I forget how very small humans can be. But you wanted to see the true sword, did you not? *the metal form flickers out of existence, revealing the true Dark Master Sword. Ghirahim chuckles as the sword that he is hovers in midair.*

Quite beautiful, don't you think?

[replicatedcourage]

[This sword... He can't help but stare at it. It hums with dark power, with that same power that makes up the very core of him, the reason he exists at all. He can feel it in his bones, in his blood, his skin, that this sword is meant for him, that with it he'll be complete.

But that completion would be in darkness. There's some indefinable piece of Sola, that spark of light that he'd gained through unexpected friendship and his experiences here in Vatheon, that tells him if he takes up this weapon, if he makes this sword his as he feels every way otherwise he's supposed to, there is no going back. That spark will be lost and he'll fall to evil.

But...

...

Sola reaches out tentatively and touches the flat of the blade with one hesitant finger. And just for that moment, until he jerks his hand away, Sola feels strong.]

[evilisfabulous]

What's the matter?

*Ghirahim is giddy at the prospect of being wielded again, at having a definitive purpose again. This boy may not be Demise, but he was created from that same power. That much is now obvious.*

You would turn away from becoming master of a weapon without equal?

[replicatedcourage]

I...

[It's a hard choice, incredibly hard. Sola craves that sense of completion, of being whole and not simply a wayward piece of something. Of Link, of Ganon's power, of shadow. A puppet, a toy, a copy. Not real. No one with this sword could be called those things. No one with this sword would be picked on ever again. He could do what he wanted, protect who he wanted, control those who would seek to control him. Maybe even send those home who would want to go, if possible.

He's so tempted it frightens him. He knows it will make him different, all darkness and shadow, power to rival his brother's but at the price of who he is. He's weak. He knows he's weak. He's died twice, he couldn't protect Signless when he'd died. He's not sure he can protect anyone, but to change himself in order to do so...

He knows he has value as he is. That Signless and Psiioniic, Link and Johnny, they all care for him as he is now and he thrives on that. He's known what it's like to be truly happy for the first time not because of power, but because of kindness, friendship, and yes, love.

Ultimately he can't turn his back on that, though he cannot tell if it's a strength or a weakness.

His voice is soft, uncomfortable and tense in the quiet of the dim room.]

I don't... I don't want it.

[evilisfabulous]

*the metal form of the sword becomes Ghirahim again. Or rather, the metallic Ghirahim. It's obvious what he is now...the outer husk an extension of the sword's will. And on top of that, the flesh body that he takes on with such enthusiasm. All such pretty illusions.

He's not angry, or at least he doesn't appear to be. He leans in close to Sola's ear to whisper.*

I'm not an it, you know...

[replicatedcourage]

[A shudder crawls up Sola's spine when Ghirahim leans close and sends the replica skittering to the other side of the room, scrambling to his feet with his back up against the wall. He could call for Psii or Signless, but he can feel Ghirahim's power even from here and if anything happened to them he would never forgive himself. He's on his own.]

I don't care, I said no! Just leave me alone!

[He doesn't realize he's shaking, not entirely from fear but the effort of turning his back on that sense of completion, on that power, it sets his heart pounding as if he'd run a marathon.]

[evilisfabulous]

*Ghirahim approaches him again, fingers trailing down Sola's face. Teasing him with the raw power radiating from his body. But the moment over, he smirks and steps back toward the window, taking on his more humanlike form again.*

If you ever change your mind, I'm sure you'll know how to find me.

*with a snap of his fingers he's gone.*