vatheon | tiir rumibul; oo1

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tiir rumibul; oo1

Who: Tiir and

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When: Early afternoon?
Where: In the forest, near the lake.
Style: [I'm lazy okay]
Status: NEVER MIND this suddenly became open thanks to Cal—

[It might sound a bit odd, coming from someone who tries to be honest, but Tiir hates this curse.

... Granted, he hates most of them, but still.

It might've been fine another time, or under different circumstances. Half the time, Tiir wouldn't care if others could see his thoughts, as he'd already be saying them out loud.

With Guriko to look after, however, it's a different story. He can't afford to let her see.

... And he's not as confident as he was months ago.

Thus, his thought bubble blank as he forces himself to think about nothing, he escapes to his usual hiding place: the forest. That is, the one place he can usually count on to be unoccupied.

... Except for right now, apparently—]

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[And again, images flicker through Tiir's bubble: first Guriko, and then Minato again.

Tiir looks away.]

... It should be clear, shouldn't it?

(Avoiding—)

[...'Of course...']

I can understand why you would want to avoid me. But why Guriko?

(You don't understand anything.)

[Rather than answer the question, he lets out a quiet laugh. However, even so, an image of Guriko's smiling face appears.]

You must be enjoying this a fair bit.

['Does he really think so poorly of me...?'

Minato just sighs.

And then he closes his eyes.]

If you're upset...I'm not enjoying this.

So I'll...stay like this then.

[It's probably just as well that Minato's eyes are closed, for it means that he misses Tiir's thought:]

(I don't.)

Upset? As if something as trivial as this would be worth it.

[The gesture surprises him, though.]

... How foolish. To blind yourself like that—I could kill you without hardly any effort at all, you know.

[He doesn't open his eyes, and thoughts slowly drift through his thought bubble, a little more crowded now--

'I trust him not to. I trust him by now.' and in the faintest of whispers below-- 'Perhaps beelzebub, beelzebub instead of messiah' and they are not Minato's thoughts because he silences them with a shake of his head.]

...You could. I know.

I trust you more than that.

(How predictable.)

[... But he still isn't used to it.

He watches Minato's bubble, before deciding that he's had enough. He turns away again and takes a few steps towards the lake.]

A strange thing to say to an enemy.

[.....he opens his eyes then, taking a step forward, brow furrowing.

'Why does it have to be like this?']

We aren't enemies, Tiir-san!

[He faces him again, a bit startled by the outburst, before narrowing his eyes.]

If you're human, you're certainly not my ally.

[Yet an image of a smiling Minato appears, as Tiir unwillingly remembers how he's never been anything but kind to him.

... But then words replace it, both his and yet not, in a sense.]

(Can't trust humans—devour—only ever hurt—inferior human—even he—devour everything—)

[...and for the first time, he faces Tiir head-on and is demanding.]

And?

What if I wasn't human?

What if I wasn't a monster?

['What have I done that makes me a monster--']

[And again, words that aren't his—but belong to a voice that's as much a part of him as anything else—appear in his bubble:]

(Devour.)

[But he ignores it, instead staring straight into Minato's eyes.]

Perhaps things would be different. However, the fact of the matter is that you are human.

(The only 'monster' here is me.)

[And then he shakes his head. He sees that in the bubble but he ignores it. Ignores it so thoroughly that all that shows up in his bubble is 'I just want him to hope. To have something. To be able to see--']

Tiir-san.

You are not a monster.

I am a human. But you are not a monster.

[Flashes of children—crying children, broken children, Guriko—appear in his bubble, as he remembers.

He had to tell them all the same thing: that they weren't monsters. And then:

(That was easier to believe before you—)

... But yet again, his actual words are rather different.]

I don't need you to tell me that. Neither do I need pity from a human—or anyone, for that matter.

[Wait what?

'Before...me?' What did that mean?

He blinks, and again.]

I'm not pitying you. I'm stating a fact.

You are no more a monster for not being human than Guriko is.

And Guriko is not a monster.

[He shouldn't be having this conversation. He should be walking away right now, or killing this pathetic human, which his bubble reflects—]

(But Guriko likes him. I—hate him, despise him—wish I could.)

And the thoughts that he's been trying to ignore, trying to pretend to didn't exist—they're starting to filter through.]

I know that! Do you have any idea how many times I've had to tell my friends the same, after the damage that was done to them by humans like you...!?

[He's quiet for a long moment, watching, observing, his own thoughts calm, a repetition of what he is saying out loud.]

Yes. Yes, I understand that now.

['before maybe not but now now I understand him better--']

But I'm thinking in the present, Tiir-san. I'm thinking of right here, right now.

Right here, right now, you are living in a place where you do not have to be thought of as a monster, where Guriko does not have to be thought of as a monster. Right here, right now, you have a choice--and you are allowing your prejudice to throw it away.

['And it's so, so sad. It's sad...Tiir deserves better. Guriko can have better. They both have this chance...']

Guriko is free to do as she wishes, as long as she isn't hurt in any way—and I intend to make sure of that. I will not dictate her beliefs or her actions, any more than I dictated my friends' back home.

However, I do not believe that I have any reason to like humans, just as I don't believe that in my world either.

(You can never be betrayed if you don't trust—)

I am perfectly fine here without involving myself with humans. While you do tend to be the majority, you're hardly the only beings here.

That's not what I mean.

This has nothing to do with humans beyond what you decide to do about us. This has nothing to do with the majority or the minority or the people here at all.

Tiir-san.

You have the opportunity now to stop thinking of yourself as a monster.

Are you able to take it?

['Isn't even betrayal worth it, if that's the case?']

[He smirks, but it lacks its usual smugness.

He's desperate.]

Then it's just as well that I don't consider myself one, isn't it?

(Want to be proud, try to be, was easier before I met you—)

[He recoils a little, frowning, clearly baffled.

and then, a little weakly--]

Are you lying to yourself, or just to me?

['Don't do that to yourself']

[And then finally, he snaps.

In a flash, his hand shoots forward, reaching for Minato's neck and grabbing it. Lifting him above the ground—]

(Weak. So utterly weak. Could kill him now, shoud kill him.]

He could strangle him or tear out his neck so easily—so why isn't he?]

(Why can't I kill him?)

Stop assuming you know anything about me!

(I don't even know—)

[For a moment, instinctively, Minato draws in a sharp breath and his thought bubble is thrown into disarray--but again, they seem to mostly not be his thoughts.

'beelzebub beelzebub not messiah, this isn't magic, hanged man hanged man, but there isn't anything that corresponds with hanged man and maybe that's why--'

And then his thoughts, Minato's thoughts, cool and calm even as he relaxes some--even as his feet dangle in empty air.]

T-Tiir-san.

[Even without Tiir strangling him, it's hard to breathe in this position--

'Can't breathe, can't-- Tiir. Tiir. Tiir. Shouldn't be ashamed of who he is--']

(I hate you, I hate you, I hate you—I want to hate you.

If I can't, then the only one to hate is—)

[With a cry, he lets go of Minato—or rather, he throws him to the ground, before turning away.]

Why do you insist on—?

(If humans are inferior, that means we're superior, right?)

[Ah.

He hits the ground hard and remains there for a moment, blinking.

And then his gaze softens, because he suddenly understands.

'Don't hate yourself. Don't hate yourself. Don't--']

Then hate me.

[A breath, and he looks up quietly and--]

Hate me.

['For your sake. For Guriko's sake.' He could take it. He could handle it.]

[He laughs—a broken laugh. Deranged, even. As if Minato's told some kind of joke—which, all things considered, this situation is.

A joke.

Some kind of twisted joke, and he doesn't want to hear the punchline.]

(Don't want to think about this, never wanted to think about any of this.)

He still doesn't look at Minato or his bubble, insteading invoking his eyes, as the glowing red reminds him of what he is. He continues to laugh, before pausing to take a breath and speak.]

You would dare say that now, after everything? Do you honestly think it's that simple?

(Can't turn back, world moves on without you, have to keep advancing, never look back because once I do, I can't look forward the same way—)

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