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☆ caught in the rain meme ☆ little steps meme ☆ affectionate physical contact meme ☆ picture prompt also acceptable but link them so it's tidy ☆ AU ideas: soulmates AU, reincarnation AU, Bad End AU, canon divergent/roleswap AU, dorky college AU, crossover AU, super indulgent high fantasy AU ☆ melodrama is ultimate tier ★ SHIPPING AND FUCC: ☆ non-fluffy relationship types I'm down for: codependent, master/servant power imbalance type ships, "we're bad for each other but worse for anyone else," other things I am failing to think of tbh ☆ things I am not into: noncon (includes "dubcon"), incest, tsundere shit if your tsundere is just verbally abusive, gratuitous torture porn, you'll probably have to ask me about harder kinks and they will vary by character ☆ I don't have a kink list so pitch me an idea if u thirsty ☆ if you would prefer a locked post I can also make that happen

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[survivorsgilt]

[Okay well, FIRST of all—] Ew. I don't trust them.

[Which they do not elaborate on further, because why should they? It is perfectly obvious to everyone that their priority is the gems first and foremost, all the time, and the Lunarians factor into that insofar as they can press the others back together from dust. Right? It's obvious...

Phos sighs and sits up, leaning their elbows on the pillow in their lap. If it were not already obvious that being so thoroughly in Cinnabar's space doesn't occur to them at all, it is now. Hello, they are Here.]

Stop saying you're only good for one thing! We're here so that none of us have to fight anyone ever again. You can do anything you want after that!

[And does it occur to Phos that having nothing to do is a problem of equal measure? Also nope. They frown down at the floor for a moment before perking up. Ooh!!—]

Do you want to go see the Admirabilis?

[WOULD THAT BE FUN... SMILE... you like snails don't you shinsha.....]

[globs]

[ super obvious to phos alone!! Cinnabar gives them a dubious glance at the comment about Phos's apparent purpose. If they really wanted to stop the fighting, would they be starting a mutiny like this... Their list of complaints goes on and on.

Perhaps fortunately, they don't end up voicing more, because (once again) they're taken off guard by the new suggestion. One thin brow raises. ]

Huh?

[ WHERE DID THAT COME FROM... rest assured that Cinnabar is still annoyed, just also confused. ]

Why...?

[survivorsgilt]

[Cinnabar, you will come see these big snails!! Phos is now completely banking on this being a cure-all for Cinnabar being mad at them, or at least, like, a friendly olive branch... stop making that face at them...]

Because... you didn't get to before...?

[Is this not a reason to do things? Phos thinks this is a perfect reason to do just about anything, which mercifully when it comes to visiting big snails isn't nearly as problematic as the rest of the shit they pull.

So let's! Go! They are getting up. The clock is ticking.]

You don't want to spend all your time shut up in this room, do you? Come on!

[globs]

[ Well, it is true that they really don't want to stay in here. Ironically, they find themself wishing they could crawl back into their seaside hole and maybe go to sleep for a few days and not think about Phos and their bad decisions. Cinnabar has also made bad decisions, however, thanks to them, so that's not an option. This leaves them feeling -- a lot of things, but mostly two: a lingering and familiar sense of dread and disgust when they consider their own actions and their future, and that particular brand of hope that Phos can instill in them. Right now, they sound the way they did back then, before they became clever and powerful - they sound simple and straightforward and serious, and Cinnabar knows Phos is thinking about them, personally, specifically.

It's a dangerous cocktail that makes Cinnabar want to do something they never do: take chances. That's how they ended up here in the first place. Cinnabar balks when they get up, and to Phos's credit, they look unsure rather than pissed off. ]

"Before?" [ what does that MEAN ] W-wait, is it even safe to go off on our own? This is enemy territory...

[ but it's true that they've never seen the Admirabilis, really, and it's true that they don't want to stay here, and if they had to choose, maybe they'd rather have this idiot gem's company than the void of space and the sterile walls, but!! ]