#i worry im doin th' same thin

[scriv3lloirl]

I HAVE BEEN LAUGHIN AT THIS FER TOO DAMN LONG. HOLY SHIT.

How I actually draw Seymour x Orin: *realtively cute and fluffy, maybe Orin acting a little nicer. Maybe in character? Hard to say ngl. Usually just doodling them being sweet and fluffy and a little mushy gushy*

How I feel that I'm drawing Seymour x Orin:

[cosmosfated]

Virtuous Vices

   A lone figure standing at the end of the world, dressed in beyond damaged robes with beyond damaged symbols, looking out into what lays beyond the end instead of turning back and enjoying that of which has yet to see it.  Golden eyes reflecting light that doesn’t exist, a SOUL ever as defiant as the one protected by its grace.  A SOUL ever as contradictory as the one who once commanded it.

   A lone figure standing at the end of everything, shielded with the divine and armed with the damned, watching calmly towards something that lays beyond both good and evil- beyond both right and wrong.  To lay eyes on it would cause great insanity, and to know its name would render a mind asunder.  Though that’s exactly why the figure keeps her eyes moving.  Acting not like a guard but like a wanderer.  Someone unassuming, someone not to be worried of.

   A lone figure standing at the end of the path, head held level with the rest of the worlds at her back counting on her and those elsewhere who do the same as she.  No matter the truths, she’d stay here until called elsewhere by a duty greater than that of the one chosen and cherished.  No matter the price, she’d do what must be done in order to do what’s right.  Right was never supposed to be popular opinion, for it rarely is.  She just prefers the softer methods as compared to the times where violence did what had to be done, it got the right thing done, but it wasn’t the only solution.

   Gentle, not scared.    Hopeful, not naive.     Kind, not weak.

   She has her own strengths.  Not to say she can’t fight, but it’s the simple fact that she feels no need to.  Why fight when the battle rigged against you?  When you can’t win a rigged game, change the game.

   | You seem not the type for hubris, little one. |

   She finally tears her eyes away from what spans beyond her, turning her head towards the voice that spoke to her.  Recognizable, though she’d not heard that voice in her entire existence.  She simply knew, and she had no reason to question the validity of it.  Not anymore.  “Comin’ from th’ one who hasn’t been doin’ ‘er job in th’ past ... eight years? I’ve been doin’ better than y’all and I’ve hardly done anythin’.”

   Silence, but only for a short time before they sigh.  | I suppose ... I deserved that one. I was not expecting such commentary from one of my own... but that’s the say you were ever one of mine. Even when you prayed to me, all those centuries ago, you were not one of mine, were you? |

   Cue the largest eyeroll she can manage.  Of course she’d get bothered when she wants time alone.  “Why’re ya here? It’s not safe fer ya ta be here unprotected.”

   | Ah, but you’re here, little one. I am not unprotected. |

   “Ya put too much faith in a disillusioned angel.”  A click of the tongue, and her gaze returns to what lays beyond the end of everything, beyond the end of the end.  “I have no qualms wit’cha bein’ slowly destroyed with no one to come rescue you, not even noticing that you cried for help when you needed it most.”

   | ... sort of deserved that one, too. Even so, I worry of you and your state of mind. You have not left this terrible place between places, this never-world, if you will, for almost four years. You do realize that your happiness ... is back home? With your brother, and his family? With those Hunters who seem to adore you so? |

   She doesn’t answer.  Not immediately, at least.  She simply keeps her eyes in front of her, not quite watching anything but staring out into the emptiness as if there was something there staring back at her.  A madness understood without collecting it herself-- or perhaps she is mad in a different way?  In comparison to Humans and Monsters, even most Monstrosities, those of other Realms do think differently.  They see differently.  They act differently.  Hmm...

   Happiness isn’t back there.  It doesn’t feel real.  Is she the only one who can see it?  Is she the only one who isn’t blind?  The thought alone scares her in a way she doesn’t like to admit to, even though it reminds her that despite her status as an angel, she still retains some of her humanity in this way.  “... Nah. It ain’t.”  It’s true, it’s not back there.  “My brother’s happy. Frisk’s happy. Everybody’s happy, everybody’s bright, more thin’s are bein’ learned every day, every battle has been fer th’ most part won. Yer right. ... but it won’t last.”

   | ... excuse me? There is nothing that is said to disrupt the flow of this time for at least another year, if not longer. ... Are you saying that the gods of Time are lying? |

   “No.”  Her stare turns into aimless wandering of her eyes, trying to not get caught staring.  Caught by what?  Does it matter?  She’d rather not think about it.  “I’m not sayin’ they’re lyin’. I’m jus’ sayin’ that even gods make mistakes. We can’t rely on gods ta fix our problems.”  An icy glare is shot over one shoulder at the being behind her.  “Ya know what happened th’ last time we tried that method.”

   | The Dark Ages were ... not our best moment. |

   “As if that was the only time. Ya remember the War of Last Light? Or, ‘ey, what about the Age of Silence? Even betta’, the last battle fought ‘gainst Th’ Dark Beyond where ya said you’d help the Hunters an’ Knights and NEVER fucking did?”

   | You’re right... as always, you’re right. Thus why ... I wish to extend a proposal. |

   “What could’ja possibly offer me that would be ‘f any fundamental use ta me after all this ends? Yer powers only extend so far once he’s dragged back down again, after I always follow ‘im back down so ‘e ain’t alone- even if he’s always blind to me thanks to that cheating bastard. Ya can only do so much after this world begins anew once more, no matter how powerful ya think ya are.”

   | Which is exactly my point. How would you feel about taking the light of the Divine Realm and shaping it into something you could use at any point ... for any reason you deemed right? From armors and weapons ... to creating new spells at a moment’s notice ... to even mimicking the abilities of those that lurk within The Dark Beyond. |

   “Soun’s like a useless bribe--”

   | This ability would stay with you ... even after he Falls. You would forever hold title and power. |

   ...slowly, she turns to face the being behind her, curiosity and interest piqued.  Watching The End could certainly wait, as it would only arrive when it wanted to.  “... I’m listening. Get to talking.”