ELYSIA

[foreverphantom]

shitpost tbd

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[foreverphantom]

I'm not really the type of person you "get to know." I'm barely even a person at all.

[florescences]

I disagree. Would you react so strongly to everything if you really thought that?

[foreverphantom]

...fine, whatever. Either way, my point still stands. I'm not someone to make friends with.

[florescences]

Who says?

[foreverphantom]

What? I say. Everything I've done says. The entire past 12 years says.

[florescences]

I haven't seen much of what you're done or your past twelve years, so how does your point land?

[foreverphantom]

[ throws his hands up in a burst of frustration ]

Fine! Do whatever you want! Try to--to get to know me, or befriend me, or whatever it is you're after! Set yourself up for disappointment, what do I care.

[florescences]

You are so sure you'll be a disappointment. Why do you see yourself that way?

[foreverphantom]

[ oh girl, the way this absolutely makes his emotions go HAYWIRE

just absolutely off the charts distress, shock, anger, disgust, ping ponging all over the place ]

I--that's not--! It's not about being a disappointment, it's just that I'm a destroyer! I destroy things. Including relationships.

[florescences]

[ elysia is calm in the face of this. she waits it out a little. ]

Is that fulfilling for you? It looks to me it leaves you feeling too much and too little all at once.

[foreverphantom]

[ oh well that makes him go even more haywire

now along with all of the above, there's also self-loathing and despair--which he tries to shove down in favor of anger, more anger.

we voided this thread, didn't we? well now i'm making it take place at the fair so that brimstone furiously rip out one of the tentpoles of a souvenir vendor's tent and start beating it down as it collapses with a violent roar. he adds some ecto-blasts for good measure, which leaves the entire thing a burnt and shredded pile. ]

[florescences]

[ she remains calm although it's no accompanied with concern. the self-loathing and despair‐that's what she was expecting to surface eventually, but it does make her sad.

she watches him destroy, as he vents his negativity. ]

How does destroying that make you feel? Did it make you feel better?

[foreverphantom]

[ roaring in frustration, ]

It should!!

[florescences]

But it doesn't.

[ she says it gently. ]

It hasn't, and it likely won't ever.

[foreverphantom]

Then what the hell am I supposed to do?! What else is there?!

[florescences]

You can rebuild, little by little, can't you? It might be more difficult, but it's something you can call your own.