Day 270 ♊Fuck off, assholes, can't you see I'm flowerpicking

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Who: The Helmsman and Disciple
Open: Closed
When: 270
Where: from the Tower to the Skyway
What: The Helmsman is on now on a mission, and he's dragging his favorite cat along
Format: Prose
Warnings: Psii's mangled quirk and language

As was becoming slowly custom, Psii had gone off on his own to lay in grass and wander around a bit. Unlike other times, however, he's actually done something called "social interaction" and, well, that's just about changed everything for the plan today.

It's best demonstrated when he returns to the hive, glancing inside only long enough to make sure that Disciple is both there and awake.

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And with that, he starts to float right back out of the apartment.

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[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

"Am I your conveyance beast? This is not at all fair." She shakes her head to try to dislodge some of those flowers but her hair is a black hole where things go to die. Sometimes quite literally.

"This is ridiculous. You could carry everything with psionics."

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What a little shit. Yet he just keeps putting flowers into her hair, amused at how she's looking like a walking bush. Eventually, the words reformat into something else and the smirk on his face shifts into an expression awkwardly softer.

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[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

One flower pokes into her ear and she brushes at it. When it shifts, she bats at it again and grabs it to wave at him. But her annoyed expression shifts into something different when his words change. Huh.

"Normal?"

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Maybe this is the kind of hallucination that will last him for a while. A few more centuries, maybe, of him being able to remember dreams filled with flowers and familiar hands in his hair.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

Her face falls and she holds the flower to her lips, looking at him sadly. Remembering her as she is and not someone who hates him like he fears. She tucks the flower back in her hair and steps closer to him, letting him fill her hair with petals as he wishes.

"If this isn't reality, I don't know what is. I'm real. Don't call me a hallucination please. If I'm impossible, so are you."

[polariity]

Yeah. Yeah, that sounds like something she'd say, things to make him feel better and drag him from his own pit of misery. As she comes closer, he lets his eyes fall shut.

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[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

"Mn..." She shakes her head and looks up at him. She's close enough to touch him but she waits to see his eyes close. The low to his high...She just wants to make all the sadness in his heart fade away.

"Don't I deserve one? One with you?"

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She's dead now, like everyone else. He's old and ruined and broken, not the person who could have maybe made her happy once upon a time. It just won't work. That doesn't mean he looks happy about it.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

"You're plenty good enough for me."

She kisses him softly and leans her forehead against his. He's always been like this, she knows. A happy ending was never something he thought he deserved, even back then.

"Why can't you accept this is real? It's been a while since you came here. You got to sleep in a pile, eat real food, use your psionics properly..."

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The question makes him flinch, even while he lets her keep close to him. He knows. it all feels real, but he can't trust his own mind. And in a way, he's almost not sure he can let it be real.

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[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

"Well you and I both know we're never not scared. Life is scary. We're used to life being frightening and having to deal with the things that come with it."

She pulls a flower out of her hair and tucks it in his.

"Do you want it to be fake?"

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Does he? Just a bit, he shakes against her hand. 1m t1r3d 0f 631n9 6r4v3 d11

Because that's all he had to be, staring down visions of the future because they never left him alone, knowing they'd all die and he'd be alone, having to deal with his own goddamn brain- Another shake, more violent than before.

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[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

"Shuuush."

Disciple leans in to kiss him again, papping his cheek with her free hand. He can't just stay in his own head, facing all his fears and visions all alone.

"...We can pick flowers in a second. I just want to ask...do you still have visions?"

[polariity]

At least a little bit, he calms at the pap but the question has him finally open his eyes. Visions. Of course.

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There just wasn't anyone worth telling them to. They'd likely be dismissed anyway, at best, or just drawn out of him like the rest of his powers at worst. Anyway... Sometimes, it was hard to tell what was prophecy and what was hallucination.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

She hesitates, then seems to change her mind and paps him again. All her energy focuses on him again and she kisses his forehead.

"I'm sorry. I don't suppose I've stopped dying in them have I?"

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...Comforting. Awkwardly, with all of the grace of someone unused to his own body, he lets himself come to rest against her. Like that can keep his mind busy, he tries to put more flowers in her hair again.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

"I'm sorry."

She goes silent before the crackle of psi makes her notice the vague way he hair shifts. Spying a flower out of the corner of her eye, she shakes her head.

"I still say my hair is not the right thing to hold flowers. Yours was clearly made flowers."

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Or fluffy enough. He lets his chin rest along her shoulder, breathing in her smell and that of flowers.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

"I could make them fit..."

She ruffles his hair and then quickly tugs a flower free from her hair and tucks it into his. She could fit twenty. Maybe thirty. If she rubbed it to make it all static-y.

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He doesn't want them to fit. This is very unfair. Clearly the answer to this is to try and stuff more flowers into her hair than she is his. Good thing he has a quicker way of doing it... Although they may run out of flowers in this area soon.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

"So rude, I am simply trying to help. You wanted to collect flowers. I'm collecting them. In your hair."

She's up to five by the time she's done talking and his attempts to fill in all her blank spots makes sure there's plenty at hand.

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Well. Alright. That's not entirely true. She's using up all the flowers that he's picking. Still. It's the principle of the thing.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

She glance around a few times and blinks.

"...Did you already strip all the flowers from the area. Just how many flowers are in my hair!"

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For that, there's just silence and the dispersal of the flickering letters. He's not saying he might have stuffed god-knows-how-many flowers into her hair and thus robbed a population of its flower supply, but...

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

She looks around and then back at him. Then a smile slowly spreads across her face.

"...Now your plan is foiled! You can't fit anymore in my hair if you can't find anything to put in it."