#pocket camp mira

[maryonmega]

Twin Stars - Chapter 5

A new thing (is it a good thing?)

{{Ah, Stars, I dropped I dropped my self control. The original chapter was posted on my birthday, the little self indulgence (Isafrin) was my gift to myself.

Speaking of Isafrin, CW for internalized acephobia and a little bit of sugestive writting.}}

You brace yourself for the next period of time. Going through the moves without Loop makes you nervous, makes it possible to contradict each other. It's fine, you're fine, you'll just have to catch it up when you two have alone time to "tell about the loops". Stars, you're being sneaky again. You might try and justify with it not being just about you all you want, but it's the truth.

Your group meet up in the dining area, and you let the smell of different foods sooth your nerves. Another way that you're weird. You've been out for over a month, made camp that were small and your tent wouldn't block the smells, yet it seens like the confort that this particular thing won't fade anytime soon. You don't like the origin, but you do like Bonbon's eyes when you happily sniff what they prepare.

Tho, this time, it's not Bonbon food. Not that it's disappointing on it's own, you just think they could use the quick fix, too. After all, you're pretty much toeing the northwest and north separation. If everything goes right, they'll see their sister again in two days. Maybe even tomorrow night, depending of the group's mood.

You're not surprised when they're the first one to talk, either. Not to you, but to Odile. You're too busy noticing their pineapple juice and thinking that maybe you should tell about that.

"Where's Sisy? It's not good to skip meals."

Oh, that got you off guard!

"Sisy, Bonnie?"

"Yes. Phus sounds dumb."

You just nod to the irrefutable argument while Odile puts her plate down carefully to not topple over the crushed boiled eggs. "Sisyphus is already in bed and I don't think they're waking up anytime soon."

"They're tired to the very soul."

You realise a second too late that it came from you. A saving throw! Now!

"I don't remenber a lot from traveling alone, but it's exausting when you only have what fits your pockets. Then we met again but still have problems with our memory. It's weird, it's like... " You think about acts and shudder. No, not going there "Like reading a story skipping random chapters."

Odile eyes you over her dinner, but decides to eat in silence. You feel a mix of relief and horror.

You see resident bookworm Mirabelle wince in pain at the idea. Just because you're a bit rusty pun wise doesn't mean you can't make funny moments happen.

Is it weird? To be lingering in their present the day you're supposed to have met with long lost family, a vague yet sweet sensation on your chest? Maybe not. No one in your little circle is unfamiliar with coping with abnormal situations by trying to act like things are normal. Specially you, as your eyepatch won't let them forget. Would that benefit you, right now, tho?

"... But, if coconuts have hair and milk, aren't they mammals?"

Stars, how long did you stay stuck in your head?! Not good, not fair. You really need to train out this bad habbit.

"I hope not, that would be nuts."

"That was lame even for you."

Hm, maybe acting as normal is not just you. Good? You dig into your memory to try and be sure. It's hard, it gets frustrating, but you're almost sure that something like that happened around the time Bonnie joined. Not quite like that, you all had to nurse them back to health, after all, but you did try to put on an image of normalcy, didn't you?

Stars, with everything that gets lost in the way, it's like a miracle that you didn't forget their names.

One thing that sticks out is when Mira cuts the casual air in the table in a way very reminiscent of her speech in the sleepovers, before... Well, before you torn the script to shreds because you felt like they were messing it up.

(Bonnie was right, you were being quite stupid)

It's not about walking out this time, it's about the elephant in the room that you were trying to avoid for so long: everyone hoped that Bonnie's assumption was right, but there was always the possibility that taking them with you wouldn't happen.

The others join in to present ways you can stay connected, even if not traveling together, but Mirabelle os still at the center. She doesn't look nervous when she smiles at Bonbon and says that she wants to see them grow up and become taller than herself.

You want, too. You want to see if their dream of having a restaurant will stick. How handsome they'll be and how far they'll let those unpolished smarts take them. If they'll settle for good or still carry that drop of wanderlust. What type of person they'll befriend beside all of you, if they'll one day date, get bonded, or go through the realisation Mira is yet to right now.

But Mirabelle is the one that puts those thoughts into words that won't pratonize them too much. If Mira was better by the end of your journey, medicated she was like a goddess.

You all go back to your rooms after the meal. It has been quite a full day, after all.

You and Isabeau change into your night clothes with your backs to each other, only getting in bed after both are confirmed ready. Isa rolls to his side by the wall, and you pull the sheets up to your nose so your smirk won't betray the fake annoyance.

"You didn't even call dibs this time."

"I already took it, you'll have to live with that."

You mock scoff, and hear a softer laught than usual (maybe because it wasn't as funny, maybe because he's tired too). You let your body and face relax, and, before your dumb brain has a chance to overthink, you get your hand out of the sheets and almost into Isabeau's personal space. He places his hand on yours, and it's soothing. 

There's still a lot of thoughts to sort out, some including him, some not, but, right now, the contact is soothing. You want to close the gap and bury your face in his chest, to give him a kiss, like you itched to do so a few times but froze before you could (rich of you to call anyone a coward, Siffrin). But the objective is to sleep, and going further than hand holding still can be overwhelming. Maybe it's not just with you, by the way a darker shade crept all the way down his throat.

It's odd, to have at the same time limited time and more than you could hope for before. One month feels like so long and so little at the same time. You're not sure what really would count as slow, or would cross the line to too slow. You're thankful that Isa is a patiente man.

Is that enough, though? Even before your rough talk, he hasn't pushed, hasn't rushed. You haven't returned fairly. You haven't been fully honest with him.

You're vaguely aware of Loop in the room next door, and that's oddly motivating. Gross. Doing the right thing isn't enough motivation, you need wanting to avoid being confronted about not doing it as an extra push.

...

You know the way he's looking at you now. You know he noticed your shift in mood.

You open your mouth before he can.

"Isa?"

"Sif?"

"There's... Something I haven't told you." Wow, how specific, don't you want to broad a bit more? "Remenber when you asked if I love you the same way you love me?"

"Of course. What about it?" His tone is so soft, but the worry is clear. Of course it is. You are about to give bad news.

"I-I don't think I can." You gently squeeze his hand and hope it draws attention to them "I'm fine with this, and hugging. I'm almost sure I'm fine with kissing, too, but..." Just say it. You could say it to Mira, say it to him. Stop leading him on "I can't... do things past that. I don't think I ever will."

You can't look him in the eye. That phrasing felt like an understatement. The thought of hands on your skin with that kind of intent makes it crawl. The thought of taking him in such a way makes you shudder. The thought of him taking you like that is terrifying.

You feel a gentle caress over your knuckles, and that brings you back to reality. In this moment, you wish hope that he thinks the shudder was nerves. You gave him the info, it's up to him what he does with it. You don't get to think things of what chooses.

"That's the thing?" You nod. "Then it's fine."

What?

"What?" You look at him. You can't quite read his expression, but you do know it's not any less found.

"Are-are you sure?"

He's still caressing your hand. There a warmt in your stomach, but not a bad one.

"Sif. Sifarooni. Siffrin. What I meant was if you love me romantically"

"I know, but- isn't that part of being a couple?"

He looks pensative. Maybe this time it finally sunk in. You wonder if you still can hold hands as friends, and smother that thought as soon as it comes to light. That is Isa's choice to make.

"It can be, but doesnt have to. I'm fine with not being."

You're not so sure.

"Are you not going to miss it, though?"

"Siffrin," no nicknames. Bad sign? "think for a minute. Untill the day before I confessed, I was sure you hated touch, but still wanted a relationship with you. If I can live with no touch at all, I can live with no sex."

... How in the Universe can he say the word so easy?

Not the point here, Siffrin!

"Will you miss it?"

"A bit, but it's nothing unhandleable. I'm fine just being with you."

Your face feels hot. Your eye stings. There's still the chance of being too much, but the craving is stronger. You crawl a bit closer, and get your other arm out. Isa gets the memo, and puts his arm around you, slowly, giving you a chance to pull back. It makes your belly feel warmer. You want this to last, and that allows you to smother the question of how he would "handle" it with the same mental wet towel.

"Then, I think I do love you."

~★~

Sunlight brings a dull ache to your head. You protect your eyes with your hand and blink a lot before sitting up and getting your hair out of your face - oh, right, you're sharing a room with the Researcher. 

You slip out of the bed and change back into your awake clothes, with that sleeveless turtleneck that you haven't had for so long but already is kind of attached. You know Stardust wouldn't dare (the reason is not the point, the point is that you do). It is blinded that you have to put on the effort, you were there first, but clearly it doesn't matter to whoever is the author of your life, so it falls on you the burden of showing that you're not just another one, regardless of technicalities.

Even under this dumb masquared, didn't the Researcher herself say identical twins doesn't mean the same person twice? You don't have to stay tethered.

The loops are over. You don't have to stay by him. You don't have to stay by this party. If you want to dip out, you can.

Even under the ache, the thought gives you some sort of confort. Not having a script anymore... is one of the reasons you've been carrying those bottles. Your newborn-like body also has fresh, newbie to drinking sensibility. Isn't that sweet?

You brush and tie your hair, then turn around, and start to make your way out of the room before you hear her voice.

"Come with us. We need a second table anyway."

Oh, no.

"How long were you awake?"

"A bit. I didn't peek, I swear."

You know she didn't. Your Researcher wouldn't either, and this one seens to be a little nicer. Unlike just enough to be uncanny.

Your head throbs. You really need some water.

"I see you at breakfast, Madame." You're not drinking while hangover, as mild as it may be, let alone in an empty stomach.

You find your way to a bathroom to splash water in your face after drinking your fill, and the face in the mirror taunts you, worse than back in the first day. It's you. It's not you. It's not Stardust. You're not Stardust. Except you are.

You wipe your face dry before putting on a nice smile and going out for the dining area. Is the Kid's temper being influenced by losing one of the main ways to release tension?

You make it there almost at the same time as your roommate. Uncanny. The Kid and the Housemaiden got there first. Of course they did. You're not surprised the Traveler isn't here yet. The Fighter is another story. Something the Fighters seen to have in common is a body still working on a Defender's internal clock. Maybe Stardust will notice the lack of company and go after him. You can and do feel sympathy and amusement at the same time. Still a baby, aren't them?

"Good morning, Madame, Sisyphus." The Housemaiden says, fidging her fingers.

"Good morning." You respond. You don't want that name on your tongue so early on, directed at her.

"Good morning, Mirabelle, Boniface."

"You skipped diner. It's not good to skip meals." The Kid pouts. They're clearly annoyed over inn food. You think they would hit you with the wok if it was their food.

You think of a grilled fish head in a nice napkin. You wouldn't skip on their food if someone offered gold coins.

"I know, Bonnie. I was just really, really tired. It's very draining to travel alone."

"Hnf, I can forgive you. But you'll have to not let that happen again."

"I'll try."

"Don't worry, Boniface, I can help with that."

The latent comic relief instincts tell you it means no more drinking before bed. Beautiful. Speaking of beauty

The Traveler and the Fighter arrive at the same time. Curious. 

You look at the arrangement. The Fighter between the Traveler and the Housemaiden, you next to the Researcher, and the Kid in the end. You could almost believe you're part of this, couldn't you? Such a shame you know the truth. They're only being receptive because you supposedly have a connection to Stardust... A normal one, that is.

Breakfast is nothing lavish, pancakes and a few pieces of fruit, but the time since your return have not been enough to make you take food for granted. Specially food with salt. Getting used to the gross stuff like sweat and potty is a fair price for the chance of enjoying such thing.

The tension that the Kid could release cooking, they did stabbing the poor food like it owned them money.

"Today's the day! You're all meeting Nille! And I can show you my favorite places! Everyone must be unfrozen, so it's gonna be good!"

Nille... Nille... Oh, right, the sister. They... wished to see her again, didn't them? And now this Kid can.

It's not the best of thoughts, but, right now, you kind of also have more selfish reasons to want to meet. It's your second day, and you'll be recieving another person. A stranger, but with a connection that makes not feels like it with the intensity it should. Is this what the others are feeling like with you?

In the corner of your good eye, you notice the Traveler and Fighter moving calves together.

You'd think that would make you angrier, but... Right now, you mostly feel empty. Not numb, a sad type of empty. You think of hands around yours, sweaty to the point of feeling throught your gloves, but still warm and comforting.

And give your signature grin in their general direction. You're not dealing with that right now.

"Touching their ankles? Before bonding? You dare defile my sibling in front of me, defender? Shameful!"

This is easier. No need for a pun and that weird display stopped. Stardust glared at you, but you don't give it the dignity of a reaction.

If he wants you to play a role again, then you'll do it your way.

[basilpaste]

1, 2, 3, 4 for the isat ask game?

isat ask game

1. Favorite Character?

i wonder. (all of my isabeaus fall out of my pocket) oohohuh god ogh fuck you werent supposed to see those.

2. Least Favorite Character?

probably the king? i think hes a REALLY interesting character, but all of the other major players just happen to interest me more. hes in the 'i love to hate him' camp for me.

3. Which character do you relate to the most?

yknow this question is really hard because i for sure relate to mira, sif, and isa all a lot. im gonna SAY isabeau, because i feel like thats probably what people would expect me to say.

i spent a lot of my younger years performing my masculinity in a way that i hated just to make other people more comfortable. his friendquest reminds me a lot of that.

4. Which character do you wish you didn’t relate to?

okay this is where i put my siffrin answer. the way he interacts with people liking/not liking him hits UNCOMFORTABLY close to home sometimes. im like. a guy who is terrified of being hated and its just. guh.

[ambrosiafm]

come on, 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒂, and let the nectar flow! take a load off! — accepted! please familiarize yourself with the guidelines, plot, and lore. join the discord link from the pinned post within 24 hours or your roles will be reopened. welcome to 𝘬𝘦𝘧𝘪, 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘢, shinya "ash" ichinose, lyra finley, dave "theta" ryan jr, dara apple duangkamol, yejin oh, danny rietveld. nakamoto yuta, jessica henwick, tyler hoechlin, pattranite limpatiyakorn, kim chaewon, freddy carter is now taken.

⧼ nakamoto yuta, cis man, he/him, 28. ⧽ interlude iv (showtime) by zach callison + never ending nightmares, deep scars, pomegranate seeds, family betrayal ☼ SHINYA "ASH" ICHINOSE survived the second titan war, but just barely! nowadays they’re a tattoo artist and are known to be artistic & melancholic, makes sense given they’re a CHILD OF HADES / LEGACY OF LYSSA. word around town is that they’ve been here for three months and fought for Kronos, is it true? it’s probably just gossip. whenever you see them around town they have their secret blade. [ mira, 26, gmt -3, they/them, pictures of spiders ]

⧼ jessica henwick, non-binary, they/she, 30. ⧽ castle crumbling by taylor swift + bookshelves up to the ceiling, talking to the stars at night, daily training sessions, vintage tea set and gold earings. ☼ LYRA FINLEY survived the second titan war, but just barely! nowadays they’re a research historian and are known to be pragmatic & proud, makes sense given they’re a CHILD OF ATHENA / LEGACY OF NOX. word around town is that they’ve been here for 3 years and THEY ENDED UP IN CAMP JUPITER BY MISTAKE, is it true? it’s probably just gossip. whenever you see them around town they have their pen in their pocket.. [ mia, 27, cst, she/her, s.a & suicide ]

⧼ tyler hoechlin, cis man, he/him, 31. ⧽ liv it up (teenage wasteland) by alexander ludwig + teardrops on a polaroid photo, full body bass vibrations, barefoot mostly everywhere. ☼ DAVE "THETA" RYAN JR. survived the second titan war, but just barely! nowadays they’re a EDM DJ and are known to be amiable & insecure, makes sense given they’re a CHILD OF DIES, LEGACY OF APOLLO (ROMAN). word around town is that they’ve been here for six months and WAS ATTACKED AND LOST HIS HEARING AT COACHELLA WHEN HE WAS TEN … & DIVORCED HIS WIFE OF TEN YEARS A YEAR AFTER HIS QUEST, is it true? it’s probably just gossip. whenever you see them around town they have their magical monocle. [ kyle, 25+, hst, he/him, sa, suicide, gore, 9/11 ]

⧼ pattranite limpatiyakorn, cis woman, she/her, 22. ⧽ recruitment season by jenny nuo + sanrio afternoon tea, oversized og taylor swift cardigan, cursive letters scribbled on a pocket notebook with i’s dotted with hearts, gold stars ☼ DARA APPLE DUANGKAMOL survived the second titan war, but just barely! nowadays they’re a university student & social media manager and are known to be timid & delicate, makes sense given they’re a LEGACY OF HEMERA (¼) / CUPID (¼) / MORPHEUS (⅛) / MINERVA (⅛) word around town is that they’ve been here for 22 years and SELECTIVE MUTE DUE TO SOCIOPHOBIA, is it true? it’s probably just gossip. whenever you see them around town they have their wolfsbane perfume bottle. [ jove, 26, est, she/they, medical related stuff, pineapple emoji ]

⧼ kim chaewon, cis woman, she/her, 21. ⧽ dance the night away by dua lipa + sparkly eye shadow, long nights out dancing, neon lights, blurry selfies, confetti on the floor. ☼ YEJIN OH survived the second titan war, but just barely! nowadays they’re a bartender and are known to be outgoing & distractable, makes sense given they’re a CHILD OF NYX & LEGACY OF DIONYSUS. word around town is that they’ve been here for 2 years and SHE GETS DRUNK VERY EASILY, SO SHE DOESN'T DRINK MUCH, is it true? it’s probably just gossip. whenever you see them around town they have their sparkly silver purse. [ lydia, 25+, CST, she/they, talk/pics of spiders, talks/pics of teeth, pics of feet, pics of clowns ]

⧼ freddy carter, cis man, he/him, 31 (119). ⧽ vois sur ton chemin by bruno coulais + a royal flush laying on green felt, molten glow of a glory hole, a pocket watch clicking shut, voices calling from nowhere, hands lazily draped on a steering wheel ☼ Danny Rietveld survived the second titan war, but just barely! nowadays they’re a glassblower and are known to be truthful & conniving, makes sense given they’re a CHILD OF Prosperina / LEGACY OF Invidia word around town is that they’ve been here for 2 years after finally getting out of the lotus casino 15 years ago and hear ghosts, is it true? it’s probably just gossip. whenever you see them around town they have their satchel. [ sabs, 21, cst, they/them, sa]

[sapphiresacpc]

Matching with Mira the cutie pie 💕

[paguchi]

ポケットキャンプ🏕半擬人化

うさぎちゃんたち可愛すぎる🐰💗

[bluebirdcrossing]

perhaps my luck is turning ♪

[sunflowers-storms]

I wanted to make some animal crossing stuff, and some fantasy stuff, so here is both. Starting in March, I’ll post one a day until the game finally drops. ☺️

1. Mira as a Mercenary ✨🗡🐰

[nookrachel]

🎒

[gamermace]

I can’t stop turning my cabin into a restaurant help

[selkiecrossing]

mira.....

[tarragoncrossing]

[animalcrossingpocketcamps]

one year at camp

[maysigh-crossing]

Poor Mira, her mask clashes with so many outfits.

[artsy-dreamer]

SHE!!!!

[smolstardvst-a]

"Always help a friend in need."

Mira (ミラコ, Mirako) A series of me drawing Animal Crossing Characters of how I imagine them as Humans!

[ac-camp-de-poche]

I updated my android to the Pie OS.

It stinks. My photo gallery is completely fecked.