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theshy1sout · 4 years ago

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Inseparable - Chapter 11

Tags: Not Rated, Slow Burn Fluff, Broppy, Trolls Mythology Au

Ao3 is here

Notes: Ok, so in the last chapter were some plot holes or more like understatements, but let me work on them later. There're many chapters before us, there will be a time for fixing them, but now, back to some fluff :3

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It's time. Poppy is bouncing with excitement, the huge grin doesn't leave her fave. She's all happy. She's all one ticking bomb waiting to explode.

- I'm scared now - Branch chuckles, watching as she's almost dancing. - What is this surprise? Is this something erupting from the ground or... How big is it?

The goddess giggles with genuine joy in her melody voice. She looks at him with sparks of thrill in her eyes.

- Bigger than you thought! - She beams. And then she reaches for the Staff. - Calm down, it would be great!

- I hope so - He throws, twisting his face. He hesitates to give her the Staff. - I know it’s ridiculous, but I'm really stressed, this is overwhelming, you don’t have to...

- Nah nah nah, shhh - She puts her finger on his mouth, making him freeze. She looks deep into his eyes, and says slowly with a calm, quiet voice: - It won't kill you, ok? It's a surprise. A gift. All you have to do is just follow me and watch. Easy?

The god blinks when her finger lets go of his lips. He takes a deep breath, keeping his eyes on her.

- Easy - He breathes out, nodding slightly.

She smirks at him and finally grabs the Staff of the Light, taking it from his hands. The world slowly fills with shades of red and pink, birds start their welcoming-the-day serenades. Branch gazes tense at the sky, waiting for a huge loud explosion or something like that.

- Where should I look? - He asks.

- Just sit here and wait - Poppy says. She starts opening flowers' cups on the meadow. - And watch the sky. It will come slowly and smoothly, the first part hasn't got a big entrance or something.

- The first part? - Branch chuckles. - Maybe I shouldn't have asked how big it is, but how long it is.

The goddess of the Day smiles, not stopping her work. The blue god knows he is supposed to watch the sky and wait, but it is so easy to be distracted by her.

Poppy gently opens every little or big flower cup. She touches them so carefully to not damage any of the sensitive pedals. The Staff shines gold in her hand, its Light brightens her rose complexion. Her hair looks so soft and majestic in its golden glow. He wonders how it would feel to sink his fingers into it. And her tiny, twinkling freckles... He wishes she would let him count them all, one by one. The touch of her smooth, warm skin was so delightful…

Not like his. His skin is always cold. He all is cold. But when Branch's with her it's not that bad. Especially if she gives him a bit of her warmth... How is she doing that? Her smile makes his heart gets warm, he feels warmth, a real one, inside him, and it's like nothing else in this world, it is something so addicting, he wants more and more of it, but he's scared of asking. It's like a little fire inside him, a little fire that he wants to burn him one day or night, he wants to be burned by this fire and he doesn't know why...

And this pink beautiful lady, this gorgeous brisk woman, this sunshine dancing with the flowers on the meadow, this spotless gold heart and a bright, pure mind, this cute smiley face and two sparkling eyes, she... She's here. With him. She's giving him a gift. She likes him and likes hanging up with him. It is so hard to believe. But it makes him feel so good.

- I told you to look at the sky! - Poppy laughs girlishly and sound. Her cheeks turn red when she notices he's staring at her.

Branch smiles as he feels his face gets warm and probably purple. He used to get shy because of it, but he kinda starts liking it. Like, a lot.

- Guh, you got me! - He chuckles and lifts his arms. - I'm busted at adoring you. What a shame! I should've known that you're not the sky!

The goddess actually blushes even more after those words.

- It's also kinda your fault, you were interrupting the sky - The god smirks. Oh my goodness, maybe this is cruel, but it’s so satisfying to see her like that.

- Stop it! It's you who is supposed to be red right now - She giggles, sitting down next to him with the Staff in her hand.

- Why?

- Just look at the sky, you dork!

He chuckles and listens up. And now he's wondering how he could not notice that. How could he not notice that the whole sky, the whole frickin sky, the whole existing horizon...

Is BLUE.

Blue. Clear beautiful azure. Not milky white as always. But blue. The exact same shade that his eyes have. Blue. Azure blue. He even doesn't notice that his mouth is open wide until Poppy closes it with her hand.

- Now, I should say - She catches his sight and shows him a sweet smile. - How much I like sinking into your beautiful azure eyes.

He has no idea how his face looks right now. His mind just stops working, his sight gets lost somewhere between the sky and Poppy's eyes and smile. He tries to gather his thoughts.

- I... don't know what to say… - He breathes out, after a while.

- You don't have to say anything! Aren't you the god of Silence?

He spits a chuckle.

- I am

- Branch, I just want to show you that... - She looks down a bit shyly. - I adore you as much as you adore me. I... - She sinks her fingers into her hair. - You know, it's this weird, funny feeling...

- Yeah - He smiles at her, grabbing a strand of her hair that falls on her face. He puts it behind her ear and lets his hand stay a bit there. - I know.

She's smiling, but not this huge, wide sunny smile she has when she gets excited, but a little, gentle one, much more similar to the smiles he does, a cute one. His thumb moves slightly through her warm cheek. Her face is so small, his hand cups almost half of it. It is so weird and so enjoyable that she likes it, but he lets go of her face. He lets go, fearing the desire in his chest, the desire to never let go of her warm soft skin.

Poppy's sigh of delight is such a pleasant sound, another thing he can't get enough of.

- Are you ready for the next part? - She lifts her eyebrows with a smirk.

- I don't think so - Branch smiles.

- Well, you have a break now, I have a few things to do, and then the Midday and... you know - She shrugs her shoulders. - Responsibilities. But after that, I'll show you one more thing!

- And I will be following you whole this time like a creepy ghost - He jokes. - Maybe there is something I can help with?

Poppy gets her eyes up and twists her face as she's thinking.

- Well, I can find something for you.

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- After the first part of the surprise - Branch screams to be hearable in the loud sounds of rain. - I've imagined the second one much different than that!

They are wet, they are so wet. But the feeling of uncomfortableness fades with the sweet melody of Poppy's laugh.

- It's kinda prolog of it! - She yells at him. - We have to wait until the end of the rain!

- Yay! What fun! - Branch jumps and waves his hands, pretending that the situation is really enjoyable. The goddess laughs. It is the only reason he's still here in the rain. He raises his arms, tilts his head back, closing his eyes, and roars with displeasure. Cause this is displeasure. He stays like that. He drops his arms, but his face and hair are facing the droplets with all of their wetness. The tepid water is flowing over his whole cold body. The calming hiss is in the whole forest. He feels like the water cleans his mind leaving nothing but the sound of the droplets’ hits and the warmth of the rain.

- Actually - Branch murmurs. - It's quite pleasant.

After a long nice moment, when the rain lets go a bit and becomes a drizzle, the god hears Poppy's voice calling his name.

- Look! - She points at something in the sky.

He glances at it and gasps. There is a big hole in the grey clouds, with a clear, bright azure shining at the Land. And below it... a long translucent colorful ribbon streams from it down to the forest. The seven colors of it are so clear and beautifully illuminating against the background of grey rainy clouds. Mesmerizing bright colors. Wonderfully clear and pure. Strikingly splendid and simply gorgeous like a tender smile. Branch forgets about the world for a minute. He can’t take his eyes off it.

- I called it 'a rainbow' - Poppy says with pride. - It was so hard to design and to make. But Satin and Chenille, you know, the twins' goddesses of Beauty, are two geniuses! They helped me a lot. But sadly, a rainbow appears only in the drizzle. It's made with a mix of tiny droplets and Light. So I asked Trollazart to make it rain today - She chuckles, looking at the wet god. - I'm sorry.

He stares at the rainbow in Silence. She isn't sure if he adores it or gets lost in his thoughts. But the Silence is way longer than ever was.

- Umm, Branch?

His lips vibrate slightly as if he wants to say something, but he hesitates.

- What if - He starts really slowly and now Poppy is sure his mind is somewhere else. - What if we make an endless source of drizzle?

She frowns.

- When water falls into another water from a high height - He explains, showing the thing with his hands. - It makes a drizzle around. So if we create something like... A river falling from a height in the sunny place...

- It will make a drizzle and rainbow in it all the time! - Poppy gasps. She jumps excitedly. - Branch, it's so genius!

- Let's do it right now - He says, looking around to find the nearest river and starts walking quite fast. Poppy runs after him, bouncing slightly with joy. Are they going to make something together? Oh, this day is so fun!

When they arrive at its shore, the rain stops pouring. Poppy puts her hand into the water and calls the god's name. After a few seconds, the navy face, slightly illuminating violet, shows up from the water and two, big eyes gaze at them curiously.

- Hi Synth! - Poppy beams at the smiley god of rivers.

- Hi Pops! Hello Branch! - He cheers. - What's up, my fellows?

- Can you make a river for us? - Branch asks. - We need a river that will be falling from a high height in a sunny place.

- Crazy! - Synth yells. - I like crazy! Come with me!

And he dives into the water, disappearing.

- Umm, Synth? - Poppy calls him once again.

His smiley face immediately shows up from the water. Again.

- Yes?

Branch clears his throat.

- Oh - The river god realizes. - I'm sorry. Let's go on the Land!

And with that saying, he steps on the ground.

- Do you know a place where you would like to see your river? - He beams at them both, putting his hands on his hips.

- I think I know a good place - Poppy replies and shows the direction.

When they come there, well, what to say more, it is a perfect place for their idea! The cliff is in the beautiful, sunny area, wild horses pasture nearby on the steppe. Synth calls the water from the Ocean and after an hour a brand-new river is ready and beautiful, streaming through the field. They call the place where it falls a "waterfall".

- I give this beauty the name "Lora" - Synth announces. - I don't know why, but this river looks exactly like Lora.

- Sure - Branch nods, not getting. - Thank you for creating Lora for us.

- You're welcome! - The god salutes. - If you want something else, you know where to find me! - He throws, diving into the water of the new river.

- Bye! - Poppy waves him goodbye.

- Ok, come here with the Staff of Light - Branch asks her.

The goddess comes close to the waterfall. She feels the fresh drizzle on her face. They both glance at it and gasp happily.

The rainbow appears above the water's surface.

- It's so beautiful! - The god is amazed. She never heard such a swoon in his voice. - I mean, the colors are so clear and vivid...

- Yeah - Poppy smiles.

They stare at it for a long while, just adoring its beauty. At the very same moment when the goddess wants to suggest that maybe they could sit down here and spend a bit of time together, the god jumps up with saying:

- Guh, it's so inspiring. I have a huge idea - Branch turns to her. - Can I keep it as a surprise?

Poppy looks at him kinda confused.

- Well, yes, of course!

- Then, I'm going to make it - He says, walking away.

The goddess of the Day stands very still, close to the waterfall, watching the smaller and smaller silhouette of the god of the Night on the horizon. She imagined that they would be sitting somewhere, talking about anything and just enjoying each others' company, as always. But now? She is just shocked. Only one, simple word, filled with surprise and disappointment, slips from her lips.

- What.

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Index

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kkintle · 4 years ago

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Map: Collected and Last Poems by Wisława Szymborska; Quotes

Dreams flickered on white canvas.

The future—who can guess it. The past—who’s got it right.

Trite Rhymes A great joy: flower upon flower, the branches stretch in pristine blue, but there’s a greater: today’s Tuesday, tomorrow will bring mail from you, and still greater: the letter trembles, strange reading it in spots of sun, and still greater: just a week now, now just four days, now it’s begun, and still greater: I kneel on top and make the suitcase lid shut tight, and still greater: the train at seven, just one ticket, thanks, that’s right, and still greater: rushing windows, with view on view on view on view, and still greater: dark and darker, by nighttime I will be with you, and still greater: the door opens, and still greater: past the door, and still greater: flower on flower. —Ohhh, who are all these roses for?

Do you open each human fate like a book, seeking feelings not in fonts or formats? Are you sure you decipher people completely?

Are people really so simple as far as people go?

Lovers In this quiet we can still hear what they were singing yesterday about the high road and the low road . . . We hear—but we don’t believe it. Our smile doesn’t mask our sorrow, and goodness needs no sacrifice. The pity we give to nonlovers is even more than they deserve. We’re so astonished at ourselves, what’s left to astonish us? Not a rainbow in the night. Not a butterfly in snow. And when we sleep we dream of parting. But it’s a good dream, it’s a good dream, since we wake up from it.

Nothing can ever happen twice. In consequence, the sorry fact is that we arrive here improvised and leave without the chance to practice.

One day, perhaps, some idle tongue mentions your name by accident: I feel as if a rose were flung into the room, all hue and scent.

Why do we treat the fleeting day with so much needless fear and sorrow? It’s in its nature not to stay: today is always gone tomorrow. With smiles and kisses, we prefer to seek accord beneath our star, although we’re different (we concur) just as two drops of water are.

If we haven’t had enough of despair, grief, all that stuff, lofty words will kill us off. Then we’ll stand up, take our bows: hope that you’ve enjoyed our show. Every patron with his spouse will applaud, get up, and go. They’ll reenter their lives’ cages, where love’s tiger sometimes rages, but the beast’s too tame to bite.

I TEACH silence in all languages

FOR PROMISES made by my spouse, who’s tricked so many with his sweet colors and fragrances and sounds— dogs barking, guitars in the street— into believing that they still might conquer loneliness and fright, I cannot be responsible. Mr. Day’s widow, Mrs. Night.

We know ourselves only as far as we’ve been tested. I tell you this from my unknown heart

An Effort Alack and woe, oh song: you’re mocking me; try as I may, I’ll never be your red, red rose. A rose is a rose is a rose. And you know it. I worked to sprout leaves. I tried to take root. I held my breath to speed things up, and waited for the petals to enclose me. Merciless song, you leave me with my lone, nonconvertible, unmetamorphic body: I’m one-time-only to the marrow of my bones.

Leave me, leave, but not by land. Swim off, swim, but not by sea. Fly off, fly away, my dear, but don’t go near the air. Let’s see each other through closed eyes. Let’s talk together through closed mouths. Let’s hold each other through a thick wall.

Since eternity was out of stock, ten thousand aging things have been amassed instead.

Everything’s mine but just on loan, nothing for the memory to hold, though mine as long as I look.

One day the answer came before the question. Another night they guessed their eyes’ expression by the type of silence in the dark. Gender fades, mysteries molder, distinctions meet in all-resemblance just as all colors coincide in white.

Sunny. Green. A forest close at hand, with wood to chew on, drops beneath the bark to drink— a view served round the clock, until you go blind.

Parable Some fishermen pulled a bottle from the deep. It held a piece of paper, with these words: “Somebody save me! I’m here. The ocean cast me on this desert island. I am standing on the shore waiting for help. Hurry! I’m here!” “There’s no date. I bet it’s already too late anyway. It could have been floating for years,” the first fisherman said. “And he doesn’t say where. It’s not even clear which ocean,” the second fisherman said. “It’s not too late, or too far. The island Here is everywhere,” the third fisherman said. They all felt awkward. No one spoke. That’s how it goes with universal truths

Ballad Hear the ballad “Murdered Woman Suddenly Gets Up from Chair.” It’s an honest ballad, penned neither to shock nor to offend. The thing happened fair and square, with curtains open, lamps all lit: passersby could stop and stare. When the door had shut behind him and the killer ran downstairs, she stood up, just like the living startled by the sudden silence. She gets up, she moves her head, and she looks around with eyes harder than they were before. No, she doesn’t float through air: she steps on the ordinary, wooden, slightly creaky floor. In the oven she burns traces that the killer’s left behind: here a picture, there shoelaces, everything that she can find. It’s obvious that she’s not strangled. It’s obvious that she’s not shot. She’s been killed invisibly. She may still show signs of life, cry for sundry silly reasons, shriek in horror at the sight of a mouse. Ridiculous traits are so predictable that they aren’t hard to fake. She got up like you and me. She walks just as people do. And she sings and combs her hair, which still grows.

I let myself be invented, modeled on my own reflection in his eyes. I dance, dance, dance in the stir of sudden wings.

Exiled by style. Only their ribs stood out. With birdlike feet and palms, they strove to take wing on their jutting shoulder blades. The thirteenth century would have given them golden halos. The twentieth, silver screens. The seventeenth, alas, holds nothing for the unvoluptuous. For even the sky bulges here with pudgy angels and a chubby god— thick-whiskered Phoebus, on a sweaty steed, riding straight into the seething bedchamber

He grew rozes with a “z.

(...) the rest of your life? Old age is a precipice, (...)

I am too close for him to dream of me.

Silence—this word also rustles across the page and parts the boughs that have sprouted from the word “woods.”

Funny little thing How could she know that even despair can work for you if you’re lucky enough to outlive it.

The Railroad Station My nonarrival in the city of N. took place on the dot. You’d been alerted in my unmailed letter. You were able not to be there at the agreed-upon time. The train pulled up at Platform 3. A lot of people got out. My absence joined the throng as it made its way toward the exit. Several women rushed to take my place in all that rush. Somebody ran up to one of them. I didn’t know him, but she recognized him immediately. While they kissed with not our lips, a suitcase disappeared, not mine. The railroad station in the city of N. passed its exam in objective existence with flying colors. The whole remained in place. Particulars scurried along the designated tracks. Even a rendezvous took place as planned. Beyond the reach of our presence. In the paradise lost of probability. Somewhere else. Somewhere else. How these little words ring. Alive These days we just hold him

But this is ancient history. I can’t dwell on it forever or keep asking endlessly, what’s next, what’s next. Day to day I trust in permanence, in history’s prospects. I can’t gnaw apples in a constant state of terror.

Arduous ease, watchful agility, and calculated inspiration.

Old Folks’ Home Here comes Her Highness—well, you know who I mean, our Helen the snooty—now who made her queen! With her lipstick and wig on, as if we could care, like her three sons in heaven can see her from there! “I wouldn’t be here if they’d lived through the war. I’d spend winter with one son, summer with another.” What makes her so sure? I’d be dead too now, with her for a mother. And she keeps on asking (“I don’t mean to pry”) why from your sons and daughters there’s never a word even though they weren’t killed. “If my boys were alive, I’d spend all my holidays home with the third.” Right, and in his gold carriage he’d come and get her, drawn by a swan or a lily-white dove, to show all of us that he’ll never forget her and how much he owes to her motherly love. Even Jane herself, the nurse, can’t help but grin when our Helen starts singing this old song again— even though Jane’s job is commiseration Monday through Friday, with two weeks’ vacation.

Sell me your soul. There are no other takers. There is no other devil anymore.

I’m bound to pass by all these poppies and pansies. What a loss when you think how much effort was spent perfecting this petal, this pistil, this scent for the one-time appearance, which is all they’re allowed, so aloofly precise and so fragilely proud.

The abyss doesn’t divide us. The abyss surrounds us.

In Praise of Dreams In my dreams I paint like Vermeer van Delft. I speak fluent Greek and not just with the living. I drive a car that does what I want it to. I am gifted and write mighty epics. I hear voices as clearly as any venerable saint. My brilliance as a pianist would stun you. I fly the way we ought to, i.e., on my own. Falling from the roof, I tumble gently to the grass. I’ve got no problem breathing under water. I can’t complain: I’ve been able to locate Atlantis. It’s gratifying that I can always wake up before dying. As soon as war breaks out, I roll over on my other side. I’m a child of my age, but I don’t have to be. A few years ago I saw two suns. And the night before last a penguin, clear as day.

True love. Is it normal, is it serious, is it practical? What does the world get from two people who exist in a world of their own?

Let the people who never find true love keep saying that there’s no such thing. Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.

And it so happened that I’m here with you. And I really see nothing usual in that.

Under One Small Star My apologies to chance for calling it necessity. My apologies to necessity if I’m mistaken, after all. Please, don’t be angry, happiness, that I take you as my due. May my dead be patient with the way my memories fade. My apologies to time for all the world I overlook each second. My apologies to past loves for thinking that the latest is the first. Forgive me, distant wars, for bringing flowers home. Forgive me, open wounds, for pricking my finger. I apologize for my record of minuets to those who cry from the depths. I apologize to those who wait in railway stations for being asleep today at five A.M. Pardon me, hounded hope, for laughing from time to time. Pardon me, deserts, that I don’t rush to you bearing a spoonful of water. And you, falcon, unchanging year after year, always in the same cage, your gaze always fixed on the same point in space, forgive me, even if it turns out you were stuffed. My apologies to the felled tree for the table’s four legs. My apologies to great questions for small answers. Truth, please don’t pay me much attention. Dignity, please be magnanimous. Bear with me, O mystery of existence, as I pluck the occasional thread from your train. Soul, don’t take offense that I’ve only got you now and then. My apologies to everything that I can’t be everywhere at once. My apologies to everyone that I can’t be each woman and each man. I know I won’t be justified as long as I live, since I myself stand in my own way. Don’t bear me ill will, speech, that I borrow weighty words, then labor heavily so that they may seem light.

Non omnis moriar—a premature worry.

Thank-You Note I owe so much to those I don’t love. The relief as I agree that someone else needs them more. The happiness that I’m not the wolf to their sheep. The peace I feel with them, the freedom— love can neither give nor take that. I don’t wait for them, as in window-to-door-and-back. Almost as patient as a sundial, I understand what love can’t, and forgive as love never would. From a rendezvous to a letter is just a few days or weeks, not an eternity. Trips with them always go smoothly, concerts are heard, cathedrals visited, scenery is seen. And when seven hills and rivers come between us, the hills and rivers can be found on any map. They deserve the credit if I live in three dimensions, in nonlyrical and nonrhetorical space with a genuine, shifting horizon. They themselves don’t realize how much they hold in their empty hands. “I don’t owe them a thing” would be love’s answer to this open question.

Dentistry turned to diplomatic skill promises us a Golden Age tomorrow. The going’s rough, and so we need the laugh of bright incisors, molars of goodwill. Our times are still not safe and sane enough for faces to show ordinary sorrow.

Our solitary existence exacerbates our sense of obligation, and raises the inevitable question, How are we to live et cetera? since “we can’t avoid the void.

No way out? But what about the door? No prospects? The window had other views.

You think at least the note must tell us something. But what if I say there was no note— and he had so many friends, but all of us fit neatly inside the empty envelope propped up against a cup.

(...) to linger longer, not to go home again. Since only prisoners want to go home.

In Praise of Feeling Bad about Yourself The buzzard never says it is to blame. The panther wouldn’t know what scruples mean. When the piranha strikes, it feels no shame. If snakes had hands, they’d claim their hands were clean. A jackal doesn’t understand remorse. Lions and lice don’t waver in their course. Why should they, when they know they’re right? Though hearts of killer whales may weigh a ton, in every other way they’re light. On this third planet of the sun among the signs of bestiality a clear conscience is number one.

I know nothing of the role I play. I only know it’s mine, I can’t exchange it. I have to guess on the spot just what this play’s all about

The star is large and distant, so distant that it’s small, even smaller than others much smaller than it.

Small wonder, then, if we were struck with wonder; as we would be if only we had the time.

God was finally going to believe in a man both good and strong, but good and strong are still two different men.

“How should we live?” someone asked me in a letter. I had meant to ask him the same question. Again, and as ever, as may be seen above, the most pressing questions are naïve ones.

Whatever you say reverberates, whatever you don’t say speaks for itself. So either way you’re talking politics.

Who knows you matters more than whom you know. Trips only if taken abroad. Memberships in what but without why. Honors, but not how they were earned. (...) Price, not worth, and title, not what’s inside. His shoe size, not where he’s off to, that one you pass off as yourself.

Nothing’s sacred for those who think. Calling things brazenly by name, risqué analyses, salacious syntheses, frenzied, rakish chases after the bare facts, the filthy fingering of touchy subjects, discussion in heat—it’s music to their ears.

During these trysts of theirs, the only thing that’s steamy is the tea.

May delivery be easy, may our child grow and be well. Let him be happy from time to time and leap over abysses. Let his heart have strength to endure and his mind be awake and reach far. But not so far that it sees into the future. Spare him that one gift, O heavenly powers.

For the sake of the children that we still are, fairy tales have happy endings. That’s the only finale that will do here, too. The rain will stop, the waves will subside, the clouds will part in the cleared-up sky, and they’ll be once more what clouds overhead ought to be: lofty and rather lighthearted in their likeness to things drying in the sun— isles of bliss, lambs, cauliflowers, diapers.

I prefer, where love’s concerned, nonspecific anniversaries that can be celebrated every day.

A miracle, just take a look around: the inescapable earth. An extra miracle, extra and ordinary: the unthinkable can be thought.

When I see such things, I’m no longer sure that what’s important is more important than what’s not.

Hatred is a master of contrast— between explosions and dead quiet, red blood and white snow.

Perhaps all fields are battlefields, those we remember and those that are forgotten: (...)

Without us dreams couldn’t exist. The one on whom the real world depends is still unknown, and the products of his insomnia are available to anyone who wakes up.

Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.

We agreed to death, but not to every kind. Love attracted us, of course, but only love that keeps its word.

We were besieged by doubts. Does knowing everything beforehand really mean knowing everything. Is a decision made in advance really any kind of choice.

We’re extremely fortunate not to know precisely the kind of world we live in.

I am who I am. A coincidence no less unthinkable than any other.

They aren’t obliged to vanish when we’re gone. They don’t have to be seen while sailing on.

The Three Oddest Words When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it. When I pronounce the word Nothing, I make something no nonbeing can hold.

But how to answer unasked questions, while being furthermore a being so totally a nobody to you.

Talking with you is essential and impossible. Urgent in this hurried life and postponed to never.

Understanding came only later: not all misadventures fit within the world’s laws and even if they wanted to, they couldn’t happen.

And what can you say about one day of life, a minute, a second: darkness, a lightbulb’s flash, then dark again? KOSMOS MAKROS CHRONOS PARADOKSOS Only stony Greek has words for that.

There must be an exit somewhere, that’s more than certain. But you don’t look for it, it looks for you, it’s been stalking you from the start, and this labyrinth is none other than than your, for the duration, your, until not your, flight, flight— (...)

Life on Earth is quite a bargain. Dreams, for one, don’t charge admission. Illusions are costly only when lost. The body has its own installment plan. And as an extra, added feature, you spin on the planets’ carousel for free, and with it you hitch a ride on the intergalactic blizzard, with times so dizzying that nothing here on Earth can even tremble.

At times I get fed up with her. I suggest a separation. From now to eternity. Then she smiles at me with pity, since she knows it would be the end of me too.

Assassins They think for days on end, how to kill so as to kill, and how many killed will be many. Apart from this they eat their meals with gusto, pray, wash their feet, feed the birds, make phone calls while scratching their armpits, stanch blood when they cut a finger, if they’re women they buy sanitary napkins, eye shadow, flowers for vases, they make jokes on their good days, drink citrus juice from the fridge, watch the moon and stars at night, place headphones with soft music on their ears and sleep sweetly till the crack of dawn —unless what they’re thinking needs doing at night.

It’s good you came. Sit here beside me. He really was supposed to get back Thursday. But we’ve got so many Thursdays left this year.

Page after page at a snail’s pace. But we’re still going in fifth gear and, knock on wood, never better.

We eat another life so as to live. A corpse of pork with departed cabbage. Every menu is an obituary. Even the kindest of souls must consume, digest something killed so that their warm hearts won’t stop beating.

In the end I stopped knowing what I’d been looking for so long. I woke up. Looked at my watch. The dream took not quite two and a half minutes. Such are the tricks to which time resorts ever since it started stumbling on sleeping heads.

#poems #poetry #Wislawa Szymborska #literature #quotes

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The Woes and Antics of Living Together-20

Well here's the next chapter guys, it's short but I think it works best that way. (Also I've never been too concern with chapter length XD) I rather proud of myself for getting this and the last one done within a short amount of time, I love when muses, motivation and time actually work out! Anyway without further ado...

Previous Chapter/Next Chapter; AO3/FF.net

@writerofberk-You may now officially kill Creek. XD Also Yay! Friendship fluffies!

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The next few weeks should have been some of Poppy's happiest in her opinion, she and Creek were finally dating, but she couldn't help the strange feelings coursing through her. It was fine whenever they were with the Snack Pack, it was almost normal to how it had always been just with the additive of Creek casually putting his arm around her in some way. Of course those instances were still a little infrequent, it seemed he was always working or getting called away whenever the gang got together. He still found time to take her out on dates though and that was...when things felt bizarre. He hadn't quite freaked her out like last time since, she could almost talk herself into thinking she had made all that up, but it still felt like...he was pushing for something. And it still felt unbelievably uncomfortable whenever he kissed her. Rather than feel giddy and light, Poppy almost always felt icky and almost...guilty? Poppy really wasn't sure what was going on, she had never expected to feel like this, especially about Creek, and she didn't know how to talk about it. She didn't want to worry her friends, they were all so happy for her, and she didn't want them to think Creek wasn't being any less then that perfect boyfriend but...she needed to talk to someone.

Branch wasn't an option, he'd been kind of closed off again and even weirder whenever Creek was mentioned or around, so as much as Poppy really wanted to talk to him, he probably wouldn't want to help. Which made Poppy sad and a little hurt but she'd deal with that afterwards. She knew she should talk to Creek about this, he was her boyfriend after all, but something in her gut told her that was a bad idea. Poppy had tried talking to Bridget but she had chickened out at the last second and changed the subject. Which was so unlike her! All this confusion and weirdness was making her so not herself! She wished her dad was here, she needed a good hug and some of his advice on what to do. Too bad he was really, super busy with something, else she'd try calling again.

Sighing roughly, the pinkette let her head fall into her arms at the bench she sat at, hidden away in a corner of the quad. She really needed to get these feelings sorted out and soon! Everyone would start to question her funny behavior and worry and that was the last thing she wanted! So wrapped up in her head, Poppy didn't see her best girl friends coming over.

“Doing a great impression of Branch there, Pops'.”

“What or who do I have to hit?!”

Poppy bit back a sigh before lifting her head up and forcing a smile up at Smidge and Suki, “Hey, guys. And no one, Smidge. I'm perfectly A-Okay~!”

The two other women exchanged a look, silently communicating before sitting opposite of Poppy. Suki reached out and placed a hand on her arm, flashing a sympathetic look at the pinkette, “Pops'...You don't have to hide anything from us. You know we'll help with whatever it is.”

“Yeah!” The shorter woman agreed, crossing her arms, “It's pretty obvious something's wrong, you are no good at hiding it, so spill!” Smidge soften her gaze, “We wanna help.”

Poppy bit her lips and looked away, scrunching her shoulders, “I-it's nothing, you guys. Really.” She really didn't want to tell them what was wrong.

“Poppy.” Both the DJ and athlete stressed.

Poppy groaned and buried her face in her arms again, “Okay! Yes! Something's wrong!” She whined low in her throat, “I just...don't really wanna talk about it...”

Suki exchanged another look with Smidge, they weren't going to let their friend suffer like this anymore. She got up and gently pulled Poppy up, “Come on, Poptart, let's go talk at Smidge's, okay? I think you really do want to talk about it.”

“I-” Poppy heaved another sigh before slumping against Suki's shoulder, “Yeah...okay.”

A quick ride to Smidge's later and Poppy found herself on the turquoise haired woman's couch, clutching a pillow in her lap. Said woman flopped next her after instructing Suki on where to find Milton's calming tea blends. She watched Poppy fiddle with the pillow's lace and scowled, whatever was eating at her best friend must be really messed up if she couldn't even tell them about it. It hadn't been obvious at first but eventually they had all noticed a tension in her shoulders and her grins had seemed a little less genuine. They, well Biggie, had questioned Branch, since they lived together, but even the dark blue haired man hadn't known what was the issue. Smidge sort of thought maybe he was lying, or at least had an idea since he was always so paranoid about things, but Milton had advised her not to go pushing for an answer like she had wanted to.

Growling to herself, Smidge clenched her fists, the moment she found out what was wrong she was gonna set things right! By force if necessary! She was about to start questioning Poppy when Suki came into the living room with tea. She waited until the orangette was seated before exclaiming, “Alright, Poppy, spill!”

“Smidge.” Suki reprimanded, even thought she was just as worried, “Let's just let her speak when she's ready. Take your time, Pops'.”

Poppy sighed, and boy had she been doing that a lot, before bringing her knees up and hugging them to her chest, “I just...don't know how to explain it...”

“Okay...” The half Asian woman took a moment to think, wondering how she could help Poppy talk about whatever it was, “Is it...your dad? Is he okay? Not sick or injured?” Peppy's health was usually good first question, the two were incredibly close and if there was on thing Poppy could be worried about it was her dad.

“Oh god, No!” Poppy gasped, “Dad's fine. It's..It's not about him.” She wouldn't be having a hard time, well this hard a time, talking about it if it was.

“Is it Branch?!” Smidge asked, a fierce look in her eyes, “Did he do something again?! Cause if he did, I'll go tell him where he can shove it!” She pounded her fist into her other hand.

“No!” The pinkette stressed, “It's...Okay, yeah, he's been a little distant again but it's not Branch.” She rolled eyes, thinking about the other times where she and Branch had argued or had differing opinions, “Plus, I'm usually not afraid to rant about when he's being difficult, right?”

Suki and Smidge nodded to each other, knowing that she was right. Poppy usually had no qualms about letting her frustration show at her roommate's sometimes crabby behavior, or ranting about how difficult he could be somedays. But that hadn't happened in a while since the two had started getting along again, so it once again left the two questioning what was bugging Poppy.

Suki sighed and finally voiced the question she really hoped wasn't the source of the problem, Poppy had seemed so happy, “Is it...Creek?”

At the sound of his name, Poppy visibly deflated as her eyes became unfocused and she buried her face in her knees. It took a few moments but then in a tiny, muffled voiced, she said, “...Kinda, yeah.”

Her friends eyes widened and Smidge reached out to put a hand on Poppy's arm, “But, you two are finally dating! You've been waiting years for this!” She squeezed Poppy's arm, “Aren't you happy?”

“I should be!” Poppy suddenly cried, throwing her arms in the air and startling her friends, “But...” She curled up on herself again, face uncertain, “I just...I don't know.” She sighed roughly, squeezing her knees tightly, “I can't even...I don't know how to explain or describe what it is and I don't want to accidentally say something that's not true but I just-” She whined and swayed back and forth, torn up by all these confusing feelings.

“Just...just try to tell us, okay?” Suki suggested, “And we'll keep any opinions to ourselves until you're done. Right, Smidge?”

The shorter woman was frowning but nodded, “Yeah.”

Poppy stayed silent for some time, trying to wrestle her thoughts into some sort of coherent order. Finally she raised her head and breathed heavily before speaking, “I just...I really did think I'd be over the moon when we started dating and...and it's not like he hasn't been the perfect boyfriend but...” She sighed, her shoulders rising and falling, “I just feel...all...like I...shouldn't be doing this. Not with him. Which is crazy!!! I've had a crush on him since like middle school and I was so certain that I wanted to be his girlfriend! But every time he kisses me, I just feel all-” She squirmed on her seat, trying to convey what she was feeling by movement, “All uncomfortable! It's weird! I thought my heart would flutter and stuff but it doesn't! And our first kiss?! I wanted him to stop! Not keep going! And-and I don't usually mind when he wraps his arm around me when we're with you guys but when we're by ourselves? It just makes me feel...crowded? And-” Her word vomit slowed down as she looked at her feet, trying to find the right words, “And I think he, maybe, sort of, has been trying to...” She bit her lip, not wanting to admit this part but a part of her knew she had to, “Has been trying to...pressure me into sleeping with him...?”

“Oh hell no!” Smidge cried, shooting up and just about storming off before her friends stopped her, “That is not okay!!”

“Smidge, stop!” Poppy yelped, grabbing her arm, “Please, don't! I-I could be wrong! I just said it seems like he is!”

The athlete huffed and plopped back down harshly, face set in a dark look, “Well for his sake I hope he isn't! Friend or no, I'll rip him a new one if he has been! No one should pressure that onto anyone!”

Poppy nodded as Suki said, “Thank you, Smidge.” Before drawing Poppy's gaze back to her, “Pops'...You know you gotta talk him. It is possible, maybe, he doesn't realize he's doing it, it's Creek we're talking about after all, but you gotta tell him about this stuff. He won't know to stop unless you do.”

“I know...” Poppy sighed, “It's just...the only time we really get to talk alone and in person is when we're on a date and I don't want to...ruin that time, you know? He's still been so busy with work and...I just don't want to hurt his feelings.”

“Poppy.” Suki stressed lightly, “I know you hate hurting people feelings but you gotta talk about this stuff or it won't get better. And...” She sighed, hating to bring this thought up, “I really hate bringing this up cause I know how long you've wanted this but maybe...maybe you and Creek just aren't ready to be in a relationship yet?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well...Maybe it's just not the right time, you know? As you said, he has been awfully busy even if he does take you out and...and also sometimes...romantic relationships between friends just...don't work out.” She smiled warily, “I mean, how many times have Guy and I broken up?”

Poppy supposed the DJ had a point, she just had never thought about the what if of her and Creek not working out, “I guess...”

“I know it's hard to think about but maybe breaking up with Creek might be the right thing to do right now. There's nothing saying you can't try again later.”

“Yeah,” Smidge said, “And we'll be here for you with whatever happens, but you gotta talk to him first!”

Poppy sighed, knowing they were right, “Yeah. Okay, I'll...I'll talk to Creek as soon as I can.”

“Now!” The tiny woman exclaimed, pushing her face close to Poppy's, “Wanna see something cute?”

She giggled softly, feeling better than she had after talking it out, “Always.”

Smidge got up and scurried off to the bedroom only to return shortly with a sleepy-eyed, fluffy puppy, one arm in a cast. The other two cooed as she explained it was Milton's current foster patient and it needed a lot of interaction with others to get it use to people. Poppy and Suki were more than happy to volunteer, letting the adorableness of a baby animal brighten their day after the heavy conversation they had all just shared.

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Unbeknownst to them however was the subject of that conversation wasn't where he had claimed to be. It was easy to claim he was busy with work, or had some emergency to attend to, when in fact he was actually at home, laying in bed, the air heavy with incense, with a beautiful woman by his side. He hadn't set out to sleep with his more easily persuaded clients at the spa he worked at when he had moved to Bergenville but it quickly became an easy way to expend some of that pesky sexual frustration. A few flowery words on how it would help them relax was usually all it took. Now he had a constant stream of woman coming to him for all matter of 'help'. And it helped him in his little plan to string Poppy along as long as he could. She was honestly so naive, the entire lot of them were. But that didn't matter quite at the moment, his guest was currently adjusting to drape herself over him.

Now, she wasn't one of his usual clients, she was actually someone he had met one night at bar, who he actually had things in common with. She was mature and witty, saw the world not through rose-tinted glasses but for what it was and had understood his need for a more...sophisticated peer group. She was busty with long, dark hair and had a little devious side to her, exactly his type. And she didn't mind his little side business either. “So,” She purred, tracing a finger down his arm, “How your little plan with the Bubblegum Princess coming?”

Creek frowned up at the ceiling, a contrast to the relax smirk he was just wearing, “Frustratingly difficult. I would have thought after stringing her along as long as I have she would have easily fallen into bed with me but she keeps spurning my advances.” He huffed through his nose, “I may have to just cut my losses now as I'm not sure just how much more I can take.”

“Awww~” His companion cooed, “After all the time you've put into it? Just gonna give up? I thought you wanted to hurt her.”

He shrugged, “While I may not have gotten my ultimate goal, it still will.” Maybe, once upon time, he would have felt guilty about this when he was as foolish and naive as Poppy, but things had changed. Whatever real, pure feelings he had for Poppy were long gone and she was nothing more than a goal. An annoying one at that, so he truly didn't feel too bad about giving up his long term plan.

The dark haired beauty giggled, “Whatever did she do to you~?”

“Absolutely nothing. That naive little girl just needs to learn that the world isn't as nice as she thinks it is.” He had learned that lesson early on and it was what had turned Poppy's endless enthusiasm and zest for life into the annoyance it was today. It really was too bad she insisted on being such a child, she was gorgeous and would've made an excellent thing to show off. Alas, but that was life and Creek had to cut the dead weight of his childhood sooner or later.

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Yeah....Don't hate me? I have a perfectly good reason for putting in that second part but I can't quite talk about it yet but you had to have seen Creek being a creep coming right? Also Smidge and Suki are good friends! Not that the entire Snack Pack aren't, I just felt Poppy would have felt more comfortable talking with only a few of them (I also didn't want to have to write everyone since I didn't want that scene overcrowded.) Anyway, next chapter's gonna be a dozy! See ya then! -I JUST REALIZED THIS WAS THE 20TH CHAPTER! HOLY CRAP I NEVER THOUGHT I'D GET THIS FAR ON A MULTI-CHAPTERED FIC!!! AAAHHHH!!!! Thank you all soooo much for reading and giving this story love!

#Dreamworks Trolls #Branch #Poppy #Broppy #Human AU #Modern AU #Roommate AU #dreamworkstrolls #Fanfiction #Creek #DJ Suki #Smidge #Poor Poppy

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lyllyan-weiss · 5 years ago

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LONG Character Survey: Lyllyan Weiss

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Lyllyan Aster Weiss

NICKNAME: Lyl, Lily, Lil' Lily.

AGE: 21

BIRTHDAY: 11th Sun of the 6th Astral Moon (November 10th)

ETHNIC GROUP: Auri|Xaela (In Eorzea)/ Human (Out of World)

NATIONALITY: Eorzean (In Eorzea)/American (Out of World)

LANGUAGES: Eorzean, Draconic, basically anything due to the echo.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: She is Bi. Swings both ways. She loves all.

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Biromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Depending on the different routes on the story, she will be either single or taken.

CLASS: Jack-of-all-trades

•Knows everything and knows how to play everything.

• Favors caster classes above everything else.

HOMETOWN / AREA: N/A

CURRENT HOMETOWN / AREA: Shirogane is where her apartment is, but she sees Ishgard as her home that she spends her time in, and then the Crystarium had became home to her as well.

PROFESSION: Scion, Adventurer, Full time hero in both her world and Eorzea. In her world she is a waitress and an artist/animator.

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Right now it is Brown with Light brown Highlights

EYES: Purple (Right), Green (Left)

NOSE: Small and Sharp

LIPS: Small and full

COMPLEXION: Pale but fair.

BLEMISHES: None.

SCARS: In Eorzea, her scars are battle scars that is more aligned on her back. They do not show up when she is in her world.

TATOOS: The Scion Tatoo on the part where the neck and back meet.

HEIGHT: 5'0

WEIGHT: 130lb (Eorzea)/ 150lb (Her World)

BUILD: Short, Thin and fit.

FEATURES: None really.

ALLERGIES: Rolanberries in Eorzea, Strawberries in her world.

USUAL HAIRSTYLE: Long hair with a half braid in the back in Eorzea. In her world she has short hair that stops in the middle of her neck.

USUAL FACE LOOK: Warm color Eye shadow applied lightly to the eyes and a very nude color for lipstick in Eorzea. In her world, she hardly puts make up on, but usually has dark circles due to being tired all the time.

USUAL CLOTHING: Depending on her mood, she'll go very modest, or wearing a bikini with thigh boots. In her world, she is always modest with usually a t-shirt and sweats.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEARS: Bugs (Mainly Arachnids, spiders are the worst.) Antilions that hide in the sands. Losing her love ones. Becoming Sin Eater. Being alone. Falling.

ASPIRATIONS: Explore all of the worlds she could go to, but also to make animations that can change the world.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Stubborn, happy go lucky, Compassionate, tries to take care of everyone, protective, loving, friendly, trusting.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Stubborn enough to push past her limits, usually getting her hurt. She so selfless that she tends to forget about taking care of herself. She can be too trusting of others that she often gets hurt in the end. She usually bottles her problems with the worry of being a burden to others. Very emotional driven (Just ask Ser Zephirin).

ZODIAC: Scorpio.

TEMPERAMENT: Artistic and Motherly

SOUL TYPE(S): The Priest, The Artisan, The Server.

ANIMALS: Cat

VICE HABIT(S): From the definition that I read, her faults are that she feels like anything bad that happens to her or her friends are her fault, and that she sometimes Envy others. But her hobbies that she enjoys are reading, triple triad, drawing, and writing.

FAITH: The Twelve. Even in her world she believes in the Twelve.

GHOSTS?: Definitely

AFTERLIFE?: I hope there is one.

REINCARNATION?: Well so far that we know, reincarnation is a thing, right?

ALIENS?: I doubt the world was made for one type of civilization, plus multiple worlds. Yes.

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: Uh...Alphinaud does politics for me.

ECONOMIC PREFERENCE: Just trying to survive, man. Stable, I guess.

SOCIO POLITICAL POSITION: Uh... Alphinaud???

EDUCATION LEVEL: Lyllyan herself has had up to some college in her own world. In Eorzea, she has an understanding of Aether and well has learned all the classes, so being able to pick up something new, she can learn fairly quick.

FAMILY.

FATHER: Captain Carebear (Mykel Weiss)

MOTHER: She doesn't have the ability to go to Eorzea so her name is Lynn Weiss.

Siblings: Lucas Weiss(Rafien Dalarain(Deactivated)), Nathaniel Weiss(Random Guy (deactivated)), Olivia Weiss (Never been to Eorzea).

EXTENDED FAMILY: Grandmother(Nana)(Deceased), Granfather(Poppy), Fortemps Family (Rest in Peace Haucherfaunt).

NAME MEANING(S): Lyllyan is based off of the Lily flower. Aster is based off of the Aster flower, and then Weiss is a name given to those with white hair or pale complexion.

HISTORICAL CONNECTION: Um...Ascian? Amourotine?

FAVORITES.

BOOK: If its Manga, It's Rurouni Kenshin. Books would be the 'Septimus Heap' series by Angie Sage.

MOVIE/PLAY: Movie would be 'Wizard of Oz'. Favorite Play would be 'Hamilton'.

5 SONGS:

•'Seasonal Feathers' by Len and Rin Kagamine

•'Drakkar' by Distrion and Electro-Light

•'Light it Up' by Robin Hustin and TobiMorrow (feat. Jex)

•'Stitches' by Shawn Mendes

•'Perfect' by Ed Sheeran

DEITY: Thaliak

HOLIDAY: Valentione

MONTH: November/ 6th Astral Moon

SEASON: Spring

PLACE: Rak'Tika Greatwoods

WEATHER: Rain

SOUND: Ocean waves.

SCENT(S): Cherry Blossom, sweet.

TASTE(S): Favorite food is Bacon so....also likes sweet things.

FEEL(S): Fuzzy blankets, warm cloth, soft.

ANIMALS: She loves all animals! If she had to narrow it down, it would be Cats, Pandas, and Chocobos. Does Pokemon count?

NUMBER: 8 but screw Construct 8

COLORS: Purple, light green, light blue.

EXTRA.

TALENTS: Drawing.

BAD AT: Math. She used to bring her homework to Eorzea to have Alphinaud and Urianger help her.

TURN ONS: Oooo. Funny, kind, calm, generous, but also romantic.

TURN OFFS: Selfish, rude ass hoe, and killing my friends.

HOBBIES: Singing, Drawing, Reading, Exploring, Triple Triad.

TROPES: Mother Hen.

AESTHETIC TAGS: Chocolate and Caramel. Honey. Lavender and Leaves. I think that's how this works???

FC INFO.

MAIN FC(S): Scions of the Dawn. It consist of Dad and myself.

ALT FC(S): None.

OLDER FC(S): We did have an FC on Gilgamesh called Lionheart with the Tag FF8. It was one that we had started the game when we got out of beta, but moved to different server/data center.

YOUNGER FC(S): *Confused Au Ra noises*

VOICE CLAIM(S): ??????

GENDERBENT FC(S): *Even more confused Au Ra noises*

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1: IF YOU COULD WRITE YOUR CHARACTER YOUR WAY IN THEIR OWN MOVIE, WHAT WOULD IT BE CALLED, WHAT STYLE WOULD IT BE FILMED IN, AND WHAT WOULD IT BE ABOUT?

•So, I'm already making a comic that I want to make as an animation for the story of FFXIV with my character and her friends. This character was specifically built for FFXIV, but it has a twist. Kinda like a Sword Art Online ordeal, but instead of Millions of people playing are stuck in the world, it's just like 100, but they aren't stuck, in fact they are just chosen to go between their world and Eorzea. If they die, they don't actually die, but respawn, even in their own world, but they feel how they die and the only way for them to die in any shape or form is by natural cause like old age or sickness. This would be a 2D animation in the anime style and be a multi episode series with multiple seasons. I even though about branching out to go certain routes so that Lyllyan can end up with all my favorite characters. I would call it Final Fantasy XIV: A World Reborn.

Q2: WHAT WOULD THEIR SOUNDTRACK/SCORE SOUND LIKE?

•With it being a Final Fantasy story, it would have Final Fantasy Music.

Q3: WHY DID YOU START WRITING THIS CHARACTER?

•Lyllyan Weiss was made to represent me and she still does, but also inspires me to be more like my courageous heroic self. Because of this, I have been able to do things like crossing a bridge that's in bad shape to get to the other side without the fear of falling, just to get back to my mom who went to the other side on a trip we had.

Q4: WHAT FIRST ATTRACTED YOU TO THIS CHARACTER?

•She is literally me.

Q5: DESCRIBE THE BIGGEST THING YOU DISLIKE ABOUT YOUR MUSE.

•Just like me, she is stubborn and hard working, but there are times she pushes herself way too much. She hesitates to ask for help, not because she doesn't trust the people around her, but more of trying to not burden them. Others wish she would open up to them and also rest when she can. Raha has to literally force her to rest, and she nearly gets herself killed against the first battle with Rahjit because she kept getting back up to fight even when the others beg her to stop.

Q6: WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN COMMON WITH YOUR MUSE?

•Almost everything. Major thing is that she doesn't look like me, but also I know when to quit.

Q7: HOW DOES YOUR MUSE FEEL ABOUT YOU?

• I feel like if Lyllyan and I were to meet in person, we'd get along just fine. We would play video games all day long if we could.

Q8: WHAT CHARACTERS DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE INTERESTING INTERACTIONS WITH?

•OH BOI HERE WE GOOO

- Leveilleur Twins: Alphinaud and Alisaie are very close to Lyllyan. Alphinaud used to pull Lyllyan out of class to have her hurry up and go through the story, now its chill and play ace attorney. Alphinaud, depending on what route is taken, is definitely in love with Lyllyan and is constantly teased about it by everyone. Alisaie is like a sister to Lyllyan. They have had many nights where the pulled 24 hours playing Sims. Alisaie is who Lyllyan tries to protect the most between the two. She's also the reason why Lyllyan is now Bi. Lyllyan absolutely adores her and if the route is taken, they end up being the cutest couple.

-Leon D'hart: An Alt character that I made that depending on the story and route, he is also Lyllyan's Lover. He is a character made by Square Enix to be the Warrior of Light replacement if Lyllyan did not succeed in preventing herself becoming a light warden. His story with her is a bunch of trial and tribulations, but in the end they do end up married.

-G'raha Tia/Crystal Exarch: The main story Lyllyan's Lover. Great friend to start out and tears were shed when he sealed himself into the tower. He really kept Lyllyan guessing when he was Exarch. When Emet-Selch kidnapped him, Lyllyan was hellbent on getting him back. Now she visits him at the first everyday bring stuff from Eorzea for him, and even occasionally stuff from her world. He is her world as she is to him.

-The Scions: Thancred and Lyllyan are like Big brother, Little sister. He protects her, and scolds her as such. They may act like they hate each other, but the moment either gets hurt, the other is at their sides. Though rumor has it that Thancred had feelings for Lyllyan. Y'shtola is close to Lyllyan, but is usually not around often. Shtola usually is often around to keep an eye on Lyllyan's aether since her amount is quite high compared to the others and her fellow Warriors of Light. Urianger is someone who used to hardly talk to Lyllyan, but started opening up more after the years. He had watched her grow from 15 moons to now 21 as the others, but they seem to be more special to him. Lyllyan swore to protect him if anything ever happened especially after he asked her her thoughts on his new attire. Tataru is a precious angel and if anyone was to hurt her, Lyllyan would kill everyone and then herself. Ryne, even though she is not a scion, she is a scion. Ryne worries about Lyllyan, but is often in awe of her. Lyllyan and Thancred adopted her, and she's ended up calling Lyllyan mom on many occasions.

-Ser Aymeric: Depending on the route, he would be Lyllyan's Lover and he tries to protect her when he can, be it politics or in war. He has a dream to journey with her, and though he can't do so with Lylyan Weiss the Au Ra, there is nothing saying he can't make a character and become a Warrior of Light himself and travel with Sakura Yue(Lyllyan's Alt).

-Zenos Yae Galvus: So this guy commits Seppuku and then shows up at Lyllyan's job as her new Bartender. They end up becoming friends through the job, and the fact that Zenos is bored out of his mind that he can't go kill people,but finding out later that he is back makes Square Enix themselves worried about this guy.

-Estinien: Lyllyan had adopted him as her Edgy Son. He hates it. He reminds her that he is older than him, and she retorts about beating him as a Lalafel. He usually starts brooding after that on a high building that usually takes Alphinaud and Ser Aymeric to get him down.

•I'm only stopping this cause there are so many more characters!!!

Q9:WHAT GIVES YOU INSPIRATION TO WRITE YOUR MUSE?

•Music and Playing Final Fantasy. Mainly XIV, but others do count too, but also reading all the other fanfiction and comics about final fantasy XIV.

Q10: HOW LONG DID THIS TAKE YOU TO COMPLETE?

About...4 hours? Maybe more? My hands definitely hurt from all the typing! XD

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captainsbabysitter-blog · 7 years ago

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Double Trouble Ch2

Pairing: McKirk

Length: 1459 words

Rating: G

Summary: Chapter 2! The girls get to know each other and make some plans!

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The camp head stood in front of the large group of girls, calling out the groups in each cabin. There didn’t appear to be any rhyme or reason behind cabin assignments beyond girls in similar age groups being matched up. Joanna fidgeted a little while she waited impatiently for her assignment; the sooner she could curl up on her bunk and plot the downfall of Charlie, the better.

“And because we have such a large number of girls this year, we’ve had to branch out into the two-person cabins,” The woman- Miss Uhura- announced with a winning smile. “Girls in the upper age ranges are assigned to these cabins. First there’s Helen Jones and Ashley Michaud!”

Elysia bounced on the balls of her feet as she waited impatiently to hear her name. She wanted to meet her roommate and make friends and see what kinds of things they could do together. As much as she loved her dad and grandfathers, they weren’t girls her age and there weren’t many kids in general that were her age at school. Charter schools had more of an eclectic collection of students than most, and hers was firmly on the non-traditional side.

“Elysia Kirk and Joanna McCoy, Birch Cabin over there on the left,” she gestured off to the side.

Both girls made their way toward where she had pointed and blinked in confusion when they saw each other. Jo’s blonde hair curled gently midway down her back and Ellie’s was cropped fairly short, but the two noticed immediately that that’s where differences in their appearances ended. They just stared at each other for a few minutes; Jo came back to herself first and gestured vaguely at the door.

“You, um… Wanna go inside?”

Ellie nodded and got inside. She tossed her bags near the bed and turned to inspect Joanna again. “We look… A lot alike.”

“Dang near identical,” Jo agreed. “So, um… I’m Joanna but everyone calls me Jo. Or Jojo. Or just… Whatever, really.”

“I’m Ellie.”

They began unpacking their belongings in relative silence, occasionally glancing across the room at their doppelganger. At some point, Ellie caught sight of a picture of Leonard and asked curiously, “Is that your dad?”

Jo looked over at the picture and smiled. “Yeah that’s daddy. His stupid boyfriend is the reason I’m even here. What about you? Your dad send you here, too?”

“Well I kinda wanted to come, but papa also needs the house to himself for a few weeks so he can paint. Normally I’d just go to grampa and poppy’s, but they’ve got a trip planned and couldn’t take me so I’m here!”

“Your dad’s an artist?” The silent ‘is he even any good?’ trailed off the end of her question.

“Yeah and he’s got this show he’s doing at the end of summer, so I’m here! What about your dad? What’s he do?”

“He’s a doctor. He’s got his own hospital and everything!”

They say on either side of the room looking each other over until one of the counselors knocked on the door. A woman with a lightly waved blonde bob poked her head in with a bright smile that shifted into surprise.

“Oh! I didn’t realize we had sisters here this year! I’m Christine, the counselor in charge of your unit. We’re meeting at the gazebo in about five minutes to get to know each other and go over the schedule for the next few weeks.”

“We’re not sisters,” they both replied in unison.

Christine’s brow furrowed in confusion as she glanced down at her clipboard. “Well isn’t that funny, then… You look so much alike and your birthdays are the same, so I just assumed you must be twins!”

“Our birthdays are the same?” Jo cast another look across the room, wheels already starting to turn in her head.

“Is yours May 14?” Ellie asked, head tipping curiously to the side.

“Yeah and you’re 12 too, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well! Life can be funny that way, can’t it?” Christine beamed at the and pointed out the door. “When you’re ready, the gazebo is down that path right there, okay?”

Once she seemed satisfied that they’d be able to make their own way, Christine headed off toward the next cabin. The girls quickly finished unpacking and bolted out the door hand in hand down the path that wound through some trees. The gazebo was less a gazebo and more a massive covered area with picnic tables and it looked like most of the girls were already there. Jo and Ellie sat together and talked more about themselves and what their dads did until Christine and Miss Uhura started calling for attention.

Jo thought for just a moment that maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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The two of them were thick as thieves from then on. They talked about everything until well after lights out each night, and it was like they’d known each other all their lives.

About half way through the third week, Jo found herself sitting on her bunk nearly in tears as she tried to remove clumps of marshmallow from her hair. She must have gotten some in there and didn’t notice, and Ellie was trying every trick she knew to take it out without hurting her or ripping out any hair.

“I’m sorry, Jojo, it’s really really stuck,” she admitted with a frown. “Maybe we could cut it out? It’s only in the lower part… Then you can have hair like mine!”

“I like my hair how it is!” She wailed before she settled into a sulk and thought it through. “Fine. But can you even cut hair?”

“I mean how hard can it be?” Ellie was already rummaging through her bag and pulling out a pair of scissors. “Papa does mine all the time and he can’t really do much other than paint and be super smart. Now sit still.”

Elysia eventually had to shuffle up to the counselor’s cabin and knock on the door. She chewed her lip a little when Uhura answered the door. This was going to mean trouble.

“Ellie, sweetheart? What do you need?”

She fidgeted a little more before answering all in one breath, “Well um see, Joanna got marshmallow in her hair when we had s’mores last night and she didn’t know until we woke up and it was all through it and I tried to get it out but I couldn’t so I tried cutting it but it looks really bad and can you fix it?”

Uhura listened carefully, a look of mild horror dawning on her face by the end of Ellie’s ramble. She ducked back inside and came out with a pair of hair scissors. Relief washed over the preteen as she realized the director could help them. She dragged Uhura back to the cabin. No matter how prepared she was, she was still a little surprised to see just how badly her starting point was. Chunks were missing from Jo’s hair and everything was horribly choppy. Joanna was sniffling quietly and obviously trying not to burst into tears.

“Oh dear…”

“It’s awful, isn’t it?” Jo asked miserably.

“It’s… Definitely a look,” Nyota admitted with a sigh. “But it’s nothing I can’t fix, alright? No tears. How about I make your hair look like Elysia’s?”

“Yeah! We can switch places and pretend to be each other and make everyone all confused!” Ellie eagerly agreed, eyes sparking with such an intense mischief that Uhura couldn’t help but sigh.

At that last statement, Joanna froze. She seemed to consider it for several long moments and ultimately nodded. “Yeah. I want hair like Ellie’s.”

It was all over very quickly. Uhura efficiently trimmed up the parts of Jo’s hair that Ellie butchered and carefully removed any remaining pieces of marshmallow while keeping the girls giggling with funny stories. When the last strand was snipped and the sticky mess of hair was swept up off the floor, she shooed them out to breakfast. Joanna waited until they were a good way away before she tugged on Ellie’s hand.

“Ellie I have the best idea!” She continued when her friend just blinked at her, “You want to find your papa someone, right? And I want to give daddy someone who isn’t Charlie, right?”

The response was cautious, “Right…?”

“And we look exactly alike now, right?” Her grin was almost ear to ear as Ellie seemed to get what she was implying. “What if we switched places when we go home after next week? Our dads would have to switch us back! And I could see if your papa is someone I like for daddy and you can see how great my dad is.”

“I like it!”

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theshy1sout · 4 years ago

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Inseparable - Chapter 3

It's not a Valentine special, it's just another chapter, but I hope you'll be enjoying this as well :3

Tags: Not rated, Broppy, Slow Burn Fluff, Trolls Mythology Au

Ao3 here

Summary: He sounds like his mind is somewhere else when he is looking at the foggy horizon. And then, the god turns to her and stares at her a while until he asks:

- So... How was your Night?

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The hill looks so high today. For the first time since Poppy got her deific responsibility, stepping upon is hard. But she does it without hesitation. She knows she has to.

The goddess of the Light had enough time to think during the Day. She holds everything she wants to say in her mind, but when she finally faces the god of the Night, the words don't want to come. She even can't look at him. She just shows him the Staff of the Light and let him grab it. In Silence.

Branch stands a few minutes like he's surprised. But then he just turns back and walks away.

- I'm sorry.

The gray silhouette stops halfway on the hill. He turns to Poppy and she doesn't need to see his face under his hoodie to know he is shocked.

- I'm sorry - She repeats a bit louder, but still shyly rubbing her elbow. - I just... I was so thrilled when I got my own duties, I was so focused on my plans and... I was so stupid that I was ignoring you this whole six months. It was nothing but selfish. You were greeting me and I barely noticed that... You deserved better. And... I was trying to fix that after I finally noticed it. But I was just so pushy and stubborn to make you my friend. I always thought we could be a great team, you know? - She tries to smile, but it goes so awkwardly. So she looks down. - I just want to say, it's ok if you hate me or something. I think I deserve that.

Against all of the shame she feels right now, Poppy forces herself to look up at the god.

- I'm sorry, Branch.

Surprisedly, he doesn't walk away. He stands very still, staring at her, and making the goddess even more guilty. And then he does something, she didn't expect he would ever do.

He takes his hoodie off.

Poppy holds her breath. Branch looks... much different than she imagined. She thought he would look old and ugly for some reason. But he has black but nice hair, his eyes are gray but also pretty, and his face isn't frightening, it looks even friendly... So yes, he isn't very different from other Immortals. To be honest, he is exactly like other Immortals. Which means, godly handsome.

But the most surprising are his words.

- I don't hate you - He says. - I never did.

And he talks to her with the very same voice that he always uses, but now when he's talking calmer, it sounds much more pleasant, like a quiet lullaby sung before sleep.

- I'm sorry I was so mean to you - Branch adds, looking down. - I thought that you hate me. I thought you were teasing me last week...

- I didn't! - Poppy almost jumps.

Branch chuckles.

- Well, now I know - He smirks only slightly, but it's enough to make Poppy smile at him with pure relief and glee. This tiny smile of his was everything she wanted to see last week. And here it is. She never was so happy seeing such a little lift-up of a corner of someone's mouth.

- How could I hate the guy who was greeting me for six months without my answer? - She grins widely. - To be honest, it was the nicest thing someone did to me!

- You exaggerated a bit - Branch lifts one of his eyebrows.

Poppy giggles. Maybe it wasn't so funny to giggle, but Poppy is so excited with every minute he doesn't walk away. He stays like he doesn't mind putting his duties on the back burner to talk with her a bit. She doesn't want to finish talking. If she starts talking, she wants to talk as long as it's possible, not just a few minutes! If they can talk, she has to take this opportunity and not let it go!

- Can I go with you tonight? - She throws like an arrow. - Can I see your job?

Branch frowns, pretty confused by the sudden ask.

- Why? I thought you said it's not fun...

- Well, I was wrong about many things... - Poppy looks up, smirking. - So maybe this one either? If you like the Night, maybe there is something to like in the Night.

- Pff, whatever - He huffs, turning around. - But you'll be pretty bored.

- Sleeping is boring, I do not doubt that - Poppy announces and starts following him.

- But please, no talk or singing.

- Oh, come on!

- Poppy, if you want to hear the Silence, you have to be silent.

She purses her lips and crosses her arms on her chest. But even with those radical rules, she tries to hide how excited she is. It is something new, something big. They’re spending time together and if it isn't a start of friendship then she doesn't know what it is! Even if it is supposed to be the borest walk she ever does...

But surprisingly, it isn't boring at all. Firstly they walk through meadows and Poppy sees as Branch carefully closes flowers' cups. He touches the water in the lakes and makes them calm. He finds animals and trolls who got lost in the forest or the mountain or just were far from home and were frightened and he reprieves them and helps them find a safe place to sleep. He's walking through the Earth and wherever he steps, there is peace. After a few hours, the Silence is everywhere. And it isn't overwhelmingly boring like Poppy always thought it'd be. It is pleasant, safe, comfy, filled with the hope of a bright Day. She walks after the god of the Night and listens. The sounds, really quiet sounds of the Silence are in the air like the whole world is one huge organism with rustles of the trees, whispers of the water, calm breaths of the hundreds of millions of sleeping creatures. And in that world, you can never be alone, cause you are always a little part of it, part of everything.

So no, the goddess of the Light isn't bored. She's fascinated. The Night isn't just Silence, Darkness, and staying very still. It looks and sounds and feels so magical, mysterious, otherworldly. Like the Earth, she knows from the Day's light becomes something much different. Beautiful, but it is a different kind of beauty. And Poppy feels she has no words for that.

- Okay, can you stop already?

Poppy blinks quickly a few times. Is Branch talking to her? Of course, he is, there's not a soul here at this lake. But she did totally nothing but walking quietly after him for a last few hours.

- What? - She asks the only question she can ask right now.

- What 'what' - Branch looks a bit annoyed. - The sound! You're making it for the last two hours!

The goddess has no idea what he's talking about.

- What do you mean? Do I step too loud? - She looks down at her feet.

- No! The sound! The sound you make with your mouth - Branch points at her face. - Or nose. Or throat. I don't know, what is that?

She looks at him really confused.

- Breathing?

The god groans out. And then she gets it.

- Oh! You mean this - And she starts humming.

- Yes! - He beams. - Exactly! What is that?

- It's humming - Poppy chuckles. - You've never heard it before? It's kinda like... Purring the melody with your throat. - And she hums a bit more to show it out. - Was I humming this whole time? I didn't even notice. Why didn't you tell me earlier?

- Cause - Branch hesitates a bit. - It wasn't that noisy... Or something... - Suddenly he goes all shy for some reason. Then he clears his throat. He cuts the topic with a short "Never mind" and gets down to the water. Then he blows onto the lake surface and makes many little droplets fly away.

- What did you do? - Poppy asks with curiosity.

- A dew - Branch gets up, looking as the blurry fog he made slowly fills the horizon. - If the Day starts warmly and it wasn't raining, the ground needs water to not get too dry in the morning.

- How do you know that I'll start the Day warmly? - Poppy frowns at him.

- You always do.

It sounds like his mind is somewhere else. And then, the god turns to her and stares at her a while until he asks:

- So... How was your Night?

Poppy's face fills with a big, sunny smile.

- It was good! - She beams. - Different than I expected. Much more... Nice and pleasant. Sometimes magically beautiful...

- Beautiful? - Branch almost gasps.

- Sooo beautiful! I never thought I could be so fascinated by the Night. - She glances at the horizon dreamily. But then she blinks and crosses her arms on her chest. - But there is still too much Silence. And there's not a single color or light, it's so depressing! And...

- Okay, I get it! - Branch shows one hand in a peace gesture. - The Night can't be the Day, Poppy!

- No! - She yells, making him jump in shock. - The Night is beautiful, as I said! But it isn't perfect, and I think there are a few things you would chan...

- No. - He interrupts her sharply.

In the first moment, she wants to still encourage him. But then she stops herself. She has already learned a lesson about being pushy. A long breath drops from her nose.

- Okay - Poppy says calmly and sees the lessening of tension on the gray face. Branch turns to the fog he made flowing on the horizon line and sighs slightly. He puts his hoodie on his head to her surprise. She expected that if he puts it off once in front of her, he would never use it anymore. But she guesses she was wrong with this one too.

- It's time - His voice sounds a bit heavy when his gray hand shows her the Staff to grab. Now she realizes the thing. Branch wears a hoodie cause he hates the Light! It's so obvious, but she hasn't got it before. But now it makes some stupid idea in her mind.

- Come with me! - She beams at him. These three words just freeze the god for a while.

- What?

- Come with me! - She repeats as enthusiastically as earlier. - I saw the Night and listened to the Silence. Now I think you should do the same with the Day!

- I've already seen the Day...

- But it wasn't my Day! - Poppy smirks at him. - I've changed it a lot. Wanna see?

Branch huffs, rolling his eyes.

- I assure you it won't change my mind.

- Want a bet? - She takes the Staff from his hand cocksurely. The Light just explodes from the Gold Sphere on the top of it.

He doesn't answer, but she bets that under the dark shadow of his hoodie he smirks at her. She really wants to see that. And she wishes it's only a matter of time from now on.

So the goddess of the Light guides him through every treasure of the Day. With the Staff of the Light in her hand, she makes cups of the flowers open, birds sing, trolls and critters wake up, plants grow, fruits ripen, the lost ones find the way. Everything she touches is vivid and ebullient. Poppy shows the god of the Night every change she has made and she's been so proud of. She jumps enthusiastically from thing to thing, the happiness bursting from her smile is almost touchable. And Branch just follows her with his best friend Silence, patiently listening to her endless loose talk and watching how the simplest thing makes the goddess so excited.

At the end of the Day, after putting vibrant colors on the milky sky, she turns to Branch, grinning stupidly with the whole of her face. Her cheeks have never ached because of smiling before. That is the brand new experience she just finds out and it makes her tired of being thrilled about everything.

- So - She breaths out. - What do you think?

She can’t see his face In the shadow of his hoodie, but he keeps his head upon the sky filled with purples, pinks, reds, and oranges. After a while, he clears his throat and looks down at her.

- Well, it was too loud and too bright as I said it'll be...

Poppy rolls her eyes with disappointment, but until she could answer, he adds:

- But I like it.

The goddess blinks and opens her mouth with surprise.

- I mean... - He goes on. - I didn't expect that you've changed a lot of things. When I used to be the only one god taking care of the cycle, the Day was kind of meaningless. The sky was always bright, critters were screaming in chaos - Branch waves his hand to point out fields around him. - There was such chaos, one big mess and... And you've made an order with this mess. You've made it actually working and living. I really appreciate that.

And that's... That's exactly what Poppy wants to hear this whole time, after all of she's done. Not specifically from him, but as the words of the god of the Night those are twice powerful. She can do nothing but smile widely and dorkly, cause the agitation just leaves her speechless. And Branch probably doesn't notice it at all, cause he gets his head up on the sky again and sighs quietly.

- And the colors... - He says in a completely different tone. - They are... stunning...

She sniffs, maybe a bit too loud, and dries her eyes from a few tears they have been filled. She looks upon the sky, smiling at the sunset she made the very first Day of her job.

Yeah. It is stunning.

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theshy1sout · 4 years ago

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Poppy’s extraordinary playlist

I try to umm... write shorter chapters to make myself write more often. But I'm not sure if it works at all XD I do my best, I'm just still in kind of intro of the story, I hope I can write faster than I make it up... Tell me if you want the names of the chapters or something.

And I made a Ao3 account! Yay! So the chapter on it is here :D

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Chapter 6

It just happened, ok? It just happened! Poppy had no idea how to control her hearing-others’-thoughts-as-a-song power worked. Sometimes she just got home her sleeping bestie and walking bach to the park it just started. Out of nowhere. Just like that:

It's like, she doesn't hear a word I say Her mind is somewhere far away And I don't know how to get there

Chenille sang. Poppy sighed. She already knew the problem, hearing it once again wouldn’t be very helpful. It only made her sick. How was it even possible that two trolls could be that different? Especially them! Satin and Chenille were inseparable twins! She couldn’t help but thought about Branch. How different was he actually...

It was a really brief thought which was interrupted by unexpected duo:

It's like all she wants is to chill out

Chenille continued while Satin joined in, singing:

She’s so serious!

She makes me wanna pull all my hair out (She's always in a rush and interrupted)

Like she doesn't even care! (Like she doesn't even care)

The last line they sang together. It was quite impressing how perfectly their voices harmonized even if th sang completely different words. Poppy didn’t know in which direction she should’v looked, when they both clearly spoke to her. Twins gestured with passion during their song:

Like fire and rain (Like fire and rain) You can drive me insane (You can drive me insane) But I can't stay mad at you for anything We're Venus and Mars (Venus and Mars) We're like different stars (like different stars) You're the harmony to every song I sing And I wouldn't change a thing

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait... - Poppy interrupted them, forcing to stop walking. Twins stood sharply. They looked really confused.

- Wait for what? - Satin asked.

- Just... Just stop for a second and let me think

- Stop what? - Chenille spoke with her hand with irritation. - We were just walking in totally silence!

- Totally - Satin agreed.

But Poppy just stood so still, tapping her lips by her fist and holding an elbow with other hand.

- What is happening? - Chenille asked her sister, but she just shrugged her shoulders.

- You are different - Queen started thinking out loud. - And we thought it was a problem, but it’s not. It’s good that you’re different. There’s a key! You’re the harmony, cause you’re different! Cause harmony is different voices! The world would be boring if we’re all the same! We need fire AND rain. Venus needs Mars and Mars needs Venus. We actually need differences! - Poppy laughed with joy. She turned to the sisters - It’s that so beautiful?

But they looked at her even more confused than before.

- What are you talking about? - Satin asked.

Poppy took a deep breath. She had to make them understand, not just hear it. Understand. But how? She thought about her dad. Only two weeks ago she could just walk into his pod and ask him for everything. King Peppy expired so many hard life’s moments and he had always found the solution to any problem. But then, he’s in the hospital. She couldn’t bother him with everything she couldn’t solve on her own. And beside that, she was the queen. It was her job. It made her feel alone and a bit helpless. She never could describe what it’s in her mind. No one jut got her and in the way she thought.

It reminded her one of her sweet moment with her dad. She had been really little back then and she had tried to describe something she had seen through the window. She still remember his amused face, when he had seen her effort. He had said then “Sweetie, if you can find words, you can always show the thing”. “But how?” The little pink girl asked curiously. Dad had gave her pieces of colorful felt and scissors. And he had taught her how to scrapbooking.

Poppy smiled at this memory.

- Lemme show you something - The pink trolls said and waved encouragingly. She turned around and walked toward her pod.

When she opened red door, the smell of the flowers hit her nose. Poppy hadn’t been there for a week, for such a long week! She really missed this place, smelling like her favorite perfumes and looking so hosty and soft. She always felt there safe and comfy, she wouldn’t live anywhere else.

Queen ran through the living room to the big violet wardrobe and opened widely both of its door. There were many of colorful outfit inside, but most of them were blue. There was no word to describe how much Poppy loved this color. It made her a bit sad everytime when she woke up and saw the sky wasn’t blue. But most of the year it was, it greeted her every day with this pease and bright lazure, and she couldn’t help but stared a few minutes before she jumped of her bed and ran to the violet wardrobe to choose the casual dress (the blue one of course). Those things flew through her mind when she was staring at her lovely cloths.

- Look at this - Poppy beamed to twins. They glanced at outfits emotionlessly.

- Wardrobe - Chenille said.

- Cloths - Satin frowned. - Is there anything you see that we can’t...

- Yes! Look at them and take a guess which one is my favourite!

This time twins were staring at opened wardrobe a bit longer. Chenille even made this funny gesture she made every time she was thinking deeply about the cloths: she touched her chin with thumb and her nose with forefinger.

- The blue one? - Satin asked shyly.

- Half of them are blue! - Chenille spat.

- I mean, this blue one with white edge - Violet trolls pointed at Poppy. - The one you have at.

- She asked about wardrobe, genius

- I thought it would be a tricky question

- It was - Poppy grinned. - I love all of my cloths the same. Every single one is special. And you know, why?

- Because you really like cloths? - Satin asked.

- No - Pink troll couldn,t smile any wider. - Because every single one is made by my very best friends. They worked so hard to made them for me and, the most important, they made them together! Teamworking!

- Okay, I see where you’re going - Chenille rolled her eyes.

- But let me say it! Look, this one for example - Poppy took off really nice lilac dress with cold arm and white leather band. - This one is beatifull. Remember how you sewed it? I just said that i like this fabric and wanted to have a simple dress with it. And Chenille made it for me. But then Satin said..,

- That it wasn’t good enough! - Chenille huffed. Satin crossed her arms, but didn’t say anything.

- Yes! - Poppy skinned her head slowly. - And then?

Blue troll sighed heavily.

- And she cut the arms and added white belt... - She didn’t look at sister, speaking quieter and quieter, - And it made the dress beautiful...

- And this one! - Poppy shew them blue dress with rainbow skirt and tulle sleeves.

- Gosh, I was sewing it whole the night - Satin beamed. - I was so proud of the design and I was so desperated to give you this one the very next day - Violet troll giggled. - It was ridicoulous! But I was so desperated. I remember waking up in the morning and discovering so many little mistakes! I felt like failure!

- But when you gave me it, the dress was perfect! - Poppy tilted her head on a side. - And also I don’t remember seeing you being exhausted or something.

-....Yeah, cause... Chenille told me to take a nap... - Satin held her elbow shyly. - And she fixed the dress when I was sleeping...

Queen put her hand on her hip and lifted her eyebrow suggestively. The twins looked pretty ashamed right then: Chenille stared at the ceiling with her arms crossed tightly on her chest and Satin rubbed her elbow glanced at the floor.

- Hey, look girls - Poppy smiled at something she took from the wardrobe. - Remember this one?

She showed them the dress and the sisters collapsed with a giggle.

- Of course! - Satin beamed. - I never forget your dress!

- It was so ridiculous - Chenille chuckled. - I didn't even know that you are so bad at sewing, Poppy!

- Thanks - Poppy showed her tooth awkwardly.

- And you were as stubborn as always! - Chenille started to pretend Poppy's voice. - 'I want to sew it on my own! Just let me do it!'

- But Poppy! - Satin joined to play, pretending Chenille's voice. - You can't start from that side!

- 'I will do what I want!' - Chenille screamed and stamped her foot. And then both just exploded with a loud laugh.

- I didn't say that - Poppy pursed her lips.

- Maybe not, but look at this dress - Violet girl pointed at the cloth in her pink hands and started laughing again.

- Yes, that's the thing we both always agree with - Chenille crossed her arms with a big grin on her face. - That dress isn't... Nice for eyes.

- Yeah, totally agree - Satin chuckled, stepping a bit closer to her sister. - Are we back?

- We're back - Twin answered with a hug and deep sign of relief. - I missed you, sis.

- I missed you too, Chell. - Satin said, embracing her tightly.

Poppy smiled at them. She really didn't know how she made them come to term, but she was happy that they finally did it. She took a look at the dress she was still holding. Well, the twins were right. That thing was a complete disaster.

- Now I see we haven't pawed through your wardrobe for such a long time - Poppy barely even noticed, when girls came to her so close.

- We have to make you something new - Chenille said, touching one of the suits inside. - Can we, well as Satin said, "paw through your wardrobe" a bit?

- Of course! If that gives you an inspiration...

Twins giggled at her, but Poppy didn't find anything funny in what she just said. She didn't even start wondering what was the thing that made her friends laugh when she heard a knocking at her door.

- Well, I guess I leave you to it - Queen threw going to the front door. But the twins were too busy talking about her outfits. Which made her smile when she was opening the door. She almost jumped when she saw who stood there.

- So here you are! - Creek beamed at her. - I was looking for your the whole week, Poppy! - He stepped in without an invitation. - Where had you been?

- I... - She tried to clear her thoughts. She wasn't just ready to see him so suddenly. - Well, it's a long story and I haven't made a scrapbook about it yet...

- Maybe we'll sit? - Creek suggested and pointed at chairs in the living room. He was her boyfriend, but for some reason, she really didn't like it when he treated her pod like his own. She loved hosting and he just took it away from her in her house. She breathed deeply.

- Yea, sure - She threw and when they already sat on the chairs, she continued. - I have many things to tell you.

- I'm all ears - Creek stared at her intensively. It made her nervous, especially because she hated telling stories without a scrapbook. She just wasn't good at keeping eye contact if she had nothing in her hands. So she looked down, trying to find good words. Then she felt his warm hand grabbing her and squeezed a bit. Like he knew that she needed it. She looked at him and smiled a bit.

- Ok, so... I was in the hospital. The whole week. The MRI showed up that I had brain cancer, just like my dad, but much smaller. So... I had an operation where they cut it off my brain. And then I had to lie in this hospital the whole week, even if I felt okay. - She stopped for a second, cause she found the way Creek was listening to her too calm. - Sorry for not telling you about this...

- It's okay - He smiled comfortingly.

- And sorry for my friends, they also don't tell you anything cause... they... seem to not like you... because when we started going out I stopped going on our meetings... - She breathed heavily. - It's all my fault. I destroyed our Snack Pack and now they hate you and...

- No, stop it! - Creek said. - Nothing's your fault! They just don't know me. Maybe If I go to this meeting with you, they'll know me and maybe even like me. What do you think?

Poppy stared at him unsurely.

- Well, I guess we can try...

- See? And everything's good! - Creek smiled again, but Poppy just couldn't feel it. - I told you, you think too much about your problems sometimes.

- Maybe...

- Is there anything else you wanted to tell me?

She hesitated for a while.

- Have you ever heard about this guy from the forest named Branch?

- You mean this gray ghost? He's real? I didn't even know he has a name actually...

- Well, yes, he's real, and I talked with him. I want to befriend him and I'm just wondering if you don't mind...

- No, it's really nice of you that you want to help him. Maybe one day I'll talk with him too

- Maybe...

- Well, I'm glad to see you're ok - Creek said, standing up. - I see you are still really tired after being in the hospital. Don't stress yourself, just please, rest a bit, ok? And we can see each other tomorrow, right?

- Right - Poppy nodded, smiling, or maybe just trying to smile. She gave him a peck kiss at goodbye and waved him when he went out. The doors shut loudly and Queen was sitting very still on her chair.

She felt wrong. This whole talk was as normal as usual, but she had been feeling really bad during it, and then, when Creek left, it still felt bad...

But maybe he was right and she thought too much? Maybe she really needed a rest?

- Poppy? Poppy! What are you doing there so long? Come here! We need to talk about your brand new style!

Poppy giggled. She really missed the twins making a mess in her wardrobe. Hearing their voices in her pod was all she needed right then. She needed to spend some time with her old friends.

- Don't worry, I'm coming!

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Satin and Chenille - I wouldn’t change a thing

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