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- adaine abernant: kai,
- ange ushiromiya: jelle,
- anna amarande: celene,
- chara: kai,
- erwin smith: trent,
- ezra bridger: lis,
- faith lehane: kai,
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- izuku "deku" midoriya: tea,
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- katsuki bakugou: megan,
- kaworu nagisa: ru,
- kylo ren: corie,
- levi ackerman: alison,
- luna lovegood: cheryl,
- mercymorn the first: beth,
- ochako uraraka: roxy,
- oscar pine: basil,
- palamedes sextus: laura,
- paul atreides: beth,
- peter graham: jhey,
- pyrrha dve: silyara,
- rey: valkryie,
- ruby rose: josh,
- sansa stark: lindsey,
- sharon da silva: lunare,
- tory nichols: lex,
- vi: aeri,
- viktor: hal,
- waver velvet: basil
video (un: falcogrice)
CONTENT WARNING: psychological changes, hoarding, and obsessive behavior related to lavish desires
[ this video opens up with the blink of two eyes and a disgruntled chitter. perle is filming falco and focusing on . . . quite a mess of books in various assortments, stacked upon each other until they were in danger of tilting. among the open spines on the floors pinned with bookmarks were scrolls of paintings, sketches, statues, sepia photography— anything resembling a loving relationship, falco has seemed to have snatched it and keeps it all hostage in his little cabin home's attic like a greedy little dragon buried in precious, hoarded gold. he's pacing left, right, and has been caught mid-explanation as he works a red thread between his fingers. ]
—ee this, Perle? What I read, [ he paces some ways to the right to splay his hands on oh dear god what mad science project is this— so many pieces of paper glued to each other until it forms one massive canvas taking up the entirety of the attic wall. he's written words, names, and has a wild amount of different colored threads connecting to the various names. ] there're different types of love in a relationship, but that goes for any relationship, so it doesn't have to be romantic so— See Paul, right here?
Yes, boy, I can see. I wish I could close my eyes, and unsee. Would you listen just a moment to me—
[ she seems very close to her limit to listening to all of this for hours— but she relents. falco points to the names written on the slips next to his. ]
There's Eros, like the story, for two people, [ he pins the red thread from paul to both, and as he does so, with his back turned, ] and that's really hard to pull off because it's easy for anyone that loves someone to feel jealous, and Brother already said he feels that way sometimes like there'll be nothing left, do you think there's some Mania in there too? I'm not sure if it's Pragma, that takes time to evolve— Erwin and Levi are definitely Pragma.
Boy—
But these started as Philia and that's what this green is going to be for, and this gold is supposed to be Storge because we're all from the same House so that counts as familial like these here, it's really different from, like, Ymir and Historia, or Anne Elliot and Captain Wentworth in Persuasion—
I've had it!
Wh—
You heard me! This is too much! It's been days! Cease! Go play outside! Make bread, brew tea for your fathers! Read your books and not the ones you stole! Is everyone seeing this, hm?! Good! [ it's clear she's talking to the sleepers, now, hopping onto an entire stack of books. ] Is this yours? Or this? Come get it! And this? [ she flutters onto a statue, then someone's flowery gift to a loved one, an elaborate painting of a couple in the hues of a purple sunset, then pecking at a little box with . . . were those— rings? ] These! Those! Also stolen! You haven't even apologized to Jun! And before you start, I am indeed shaming you! You've never stolen! You've never been obsessive or nosy or combative or— [ she puffs up big and nasty for a falcon no larger than a human palm. ] This! It is worse than hormonal! I do not like it! [ peck!! peck!! peck!! ] Shame! Shame on you!
What's with you—?!
And what's with you?! I hope they talk some sense into that smitten little head!
[ falco's face changes so many shades then, going from lime, to slime, to a deep castelon green from the tips of his ears to his collar bones. he's hushing angrily: ]
No one was supposed to see, they'll want to have it! Just like Jun!
You are dreadfully mistaken! A problem must be seen!
[ the worst (or best) of it is his sputtering voice that just gives way to the harshest, cracked shriek in teenage rebellion: ]
This is beautiful!!
[ this video opens up with the blink of two eyes and a disgruntled chitter. perle is filming falco and focusing on . . . quite a mess of books in various assortments, stacked upon each other until they were in danger of tilting. among the open spines on the floors pinned with bookmarks were scrolls of paintings, sketches, statues, sepia photography— anything resembling a loving relationship, falco has seemed to have snatched it and keeps it all hostage in his little cabin home's attic like a greedy little dragon buried in precious, hoarded gold. he's pacing left, right, and has been caught mid-explanation as he works a red thread between his fingers. ]
—ee this, Perle? What I read, [ he paces some ways to the right to splay his hands on oh dear god what mad science project is this— so many pieces of paper glued to each other until it forms one massive canvas taking up the entirety of the attic wall. he's written words, names, and has a wild amount of different colored threads connecting to the various names. ] there're different types of love in a relationship, but that goes for any relationship, so it doesn't have to be romantic so— See Paul, right here?
Yes, boy, I can see. I wish I could close my eyes, and unsee. Would you listen just a moment to me—
[ she seems very close to her limit to listening to all of this for hours— but she relents. falco points to the names written on the slips next to his. ]
There's Eros, like the story, for two people, [ he pins the red thread from paul to both, and as he does so, with his back turned, ] and that's really hard to pull off because it's easy for anyone that loves someone to feel jealous, and Brother already said he feels that way sometimes like there'll be nothing left, do you think there's some Mania in there too? I'm not sure if it's Pragma, that takes time to evolve— Erwin and Levi are definitely Pragma.
Boy—
But these started as Philia and that's what this green is going to be for, and this gold is supposed to be Storge because we're all from the same House so that counts as familial like these here, it's really different from, like, Ymir and Historia, or Anne Elliot and Captain Wentworth in Persuasion—
I've had it!
Wh—
You heard me! This is too much! It's been days! Cease! Go play outside! Make bread, brew tea for your fathers! Read your books and not the ones you stole! Is everyone seeing this, hm?! Good! [ it's clear she's talking to the sleepers, now, hopping onto an entire stack of books. ] Is this yours? Or this? Come get it! And this? [ she flutters onto a statue, then someone's flowery gift to a loved one, an elaborate painting of a couple in the hues of a purple sunset, then pecking at a little box with . . . were those— rings? ] These! Those! Also stolen! You haven't even apologized to Jun! And before you start, I am indeed shaming you! You've never stolen! You've never been obsessive or nosy or combative or— [ she puffs up big and nasty for a falcon no larger than a human palm. ] This! It is worse than hormonal! I do not like it! [ peck!! peck!! peck!! ] Shame! Shame on you!
What's with you—?!
And what's with you?! I hope they talk some sense into that smitten little head!
[ falco's face changes so many shades then, going from lime, to slime, to a deep castelon green from the tips of his ears to his collar bones. he's hushing angrily: ]
No one was supposed to see, they'll want to have it! Just like Jun!
You are dreadfully mistaken! A problem must be seen!
[ the worst (or best) of it is his sputtering voice that just gives way to the harshest, cracked shriek in teenage rebellion: ]
This is beautiful!!
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[ point!!! ]
Seeing them everywhere else is . . . ! [ he!! doesn't have words!! ] I need to see more!
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Because Ange is definitely getting a little concerned about these voyeuristic tendencies at his age. Especially while she can't really tell how much of this is just Falco and how much of this is this place influencing him. He's such a good kid, surely he wouldn't usually spy on people and hoard their stuff, right.. ]
Well..
[ Give her a moment.
She's trying to think about how to put this delicately. It's something Ange absolutely is not good at, hence the pause. It takes so much effort. ]
Don't you feel a little.. strange, seeing it? I mean, those moments filled with love are probably something those people assume they're only sharing with each other, and not with other people looking on.. [ Is she seriously trying to explain the downsides of voyeurism to a kid.
Apparently this is now just happening in her life. ]
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[ where everyone can see?????? ]
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A very, very awkward pause, where Ange tries really hard to not get flustered, but can't fully fight the oncoming feeling. It shows at the edges of her tone, and the way her face seems to flush with a bit of a glittery blush. ]
T-That's.. [ She seems very unlike herself in this moment, but she can't help it. This is Ange's gooey, gooey center. ] I mean, that's exactly why I don't like holding hands in public...
[ She's doing her best from keeping innocent eyes like yours seeing this scandalous stuff, Falco!!
She's trying!! ]
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[ that's where he's drawing the line!!!!!! ]
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[ Ange stops. Just to make sure she says something here that's actually Falco-appropriate!! She cannot allow this young mind to be corrupted any further than Trench has apparently already decided to do so this month! ]
--that many people smooching out there? In broad daylight? [ IN FRONT OF EVERYONE'S SALAD??
Is that what Falco has been witnessing?! Forget him accidentally putting the entity up there too, this is a way worse thought, clearly. ]
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W-what's smooching?! Handholding or—?
[ it didn't sound like handholding!!! ]
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You did this to yourself, girl. ]
W-Wait, you've never heard of--
[ She kind of sounds like she's choking over here. There are a lot of things Ange can keep a cool attitude about. This isn't one of them. ]
Nevermind..! If you don't know, then I don't think I'm supposed to tell you! [ Please, she can't be the one to ruin Falco's innocence? She'd never forgive herself!!
Because clearly smooching is scandalous. ]
You shouldn't think too much about this stuff, Falco! People are going to tell you all sorts of.. unsavoury things! [ This may be the most worked up she's ever been around the other.
And yet it's not about any demon shenanigans, but instead just about.. this... of all things.. ]
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Is it . . . [ quietly, short of a whisper: ] Is it kissing?
[ clearly it's not as lewd as something like . . . handholding!!!! but now he needs to know!! he will not go past kissing, for the record!!
(but he needs to know) ]
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An audible pause.
This question shouldn't be that hard to answer at all, yet it is. It is when you're Ange "if I talk about romance for more than one second at a time, I will literally die on the spot" Ushiromiya. ]
.. y.. yeah.
[ Listen to that trouble she has in answering it. She's doing her best. ]
T-That's why I was saying that! There's no way there's that many people doing that out in the open, right?! [ R-Right..?? ]
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I— N-No, I haven't seen much of that. I think kissing— Smooching! Is . . . A more private thing!
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[ Because in a place full of monsters and murder, god forbid people kiss in public. That's just one step too far. That's where Ange has to draw the line. ]
I guess if you're just looking at people holding hands, that's not.. too bad.. [ Still a little risque by Ange standards.
But it's nothing that should ruin Falco's mind forever. ]
But you shouldn't let yourself get this carried away with it. Your Omen seemed really worried about you.
[ And with good reason. Even Ange feels a little worried, seeing the boy in such a frenzy.. ]
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by now, too many people have come forth with similar concerns. falco has either snapped back or just . . . kept silently ruminating on it. that's what's happening now, too. ]
I'll just . . . Work on my charts for now. [ and if it's any important to help ease the concern: ] That's all.