D smiles, and it isn’t like all the other smiles, fake and not reaching his eyes. This one is gentle, real.
He reaches up to cup Rang’s face, but doesn’t try to turn it back. His other hand untangles from Rang’s hand, and he slides it across Rang’s shoulder. Gently, he pulls Rang down against his chest and shoulder, hugging him.]
Thank you, Rang. I did a terrible thing, that I accept. But thank you, for being willing to eat me, for being willing to let me stay.
You are not the bad legends humans force you to wear. You are so precious even having to wear them. [he has a bias sue him] What I said was true, and I still believe it: a world without you is less magical.
[he tenses as he's pulled, because yet again the kindness of touch is scarier than the violence of it -- which is what he prefers. he always prefers the violence, doesn't he?
he wishes that d could say anything else besides this. that he could be cruel in any way but this]
You won't know if I do or not. [FLATLY, like a child] You won't even be around to see it.
[he'd had so much time to come to terms with it. because if d hadn't been caught, then he still would have been killed -- by buzen's hands or anyone else's. he feels like stomping his feet in a tantrum. why is it that he has to lose someone after opening his heart to them (ignores everything about mg mechanices), why is it that people have to exist and that he has to like them, and that they like him too -- for all the parts of him no one else has ever cared for,]
At least let me erase you. Or will you give that to Buzen instead, because of his nature?
He pets Rang's hair back a bit.] No, Buzen won't get that opportunity. I won't let a weapon made by mankind for their own violence have a place in erasing me. My people have suffered enough that way. [He loosens his hold, but doesn't release Rang.]
You may erase me if you wish. It would be an honor.
[DON'T JUST PROMISE TO HAUNT HIM!!!! except that comforts rang hilariously, knowing that the ghost of d will be around to fcking haunt him, because at least he'll be there. these abandonment issues are real and insane.
so he doesn't bat irritably at the way d pets his hair, instead, he curls up closer to d's side.]
...It can't be anyone else but me.
[because he had let himself like rin for the brief moment he knew him, and because he likes d still despite it all. if it were haru or livio or ylfa or shenhe -- they would only think of rin.
and maybe that's fine if d's hands weren't tied in the first place. but they were, and rang has no intention of letting any of them pass judgement.]
[Rang... your abandonment issues. D has made them even worse and they were already so bad. Help.]
That's right.
[Though humans have always taken that from them quickest of all. He folds his hands on his chest between Rang and T-chan, and his eyes lift back up to the sky.]
I'll see you again in another life, Rang. I'm very sure of that.
[i laugh every time i read that last part in ur tag anna
hilariously rang thinks this could be very well be possible. as long as the samdo river flows, reincarnation is possible. this is why he wants d to be reborn as a (bugs life voice) beautiful butterfly,]
...You'll have to wait for a while then. After everything I've done, I'm due to suffer a few millennia in hell.
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D smiles, and it isn’t like all the other smiles, fake and not reaching his eyes. This one is gentle, real.
He reaches up to cup Rang’s face, but doesn’t try to turn it back. His other hand untangles from Rang’s hand, and he slides it across Rang’s shoulder. Gently, he pulls Rang down against his chest and shoulder, hugging him.]
Thank you, Rang. I did a terrible thing, that I accept. But thank you, for being willing to eat me, for being willing to let me stay.
You are not the bad legends humans force you to wear. You are so precious even having to wear them. [he has a bias sue him] What I said was true, and I still believe it: a world without you is less magical.
I hope you don’t forget this.
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he wishes that d could say anything else besides this. that he could be cruel in any way but this]
You won't know if I do or not. [FLATLY, like a child] You won't even be around to see it.
[he'd had so much time to come to terms with it. because if d hadn't been caught, then he still would have been killed -- by buzen's hands or anyone else's. he feels like stomping his feet in a tantrum. why is it that he has to lose someone after opening his heart to them (ignores everything about mg mechanices), why is it that people have to exist and that he has to like them, and that they like him too -- for all the parts of him no one else has ever cared for,]
At least let me erase you. Or will you give that to Buzen instead, because of his nature?
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I will know, wherever I am, that you haven't.
[He will know, Rang!!! He'll see!!!
He pets Rang's hair back a bit.] No, Buzen won't get that opportunity. I won't let a weapon made by mankind for their own violence have a place in erasing me. My people have suffered enough that way. [He loosens his hold, but doesn't release Rang.]
You may erase me if you wish. It would be an honor.
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so he doesn't bat irritably at the way d pets his hair, instead, he curls up closer to d's side.]
...It can't be anyone else but me.
[because he had let himself like rin for the brief moment he knew him, and because he likes d still despite it all. if it were haru or livio or ylfa or shenhe -- they would only think of rin.
and maybe that's fine if d's hands weren't tied in the first place. but they were, and rang has no intention of letting any of them pass judgement.]
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That's right.
[Though humans have always taken that from them quickest of all. He folds his hands on his chest between Rang and T-chan, and his eyes lift back up to the sky.]
I'll see you again in another life, Rang. I'm very sure of that.
[He needs to put a lil gumiho in his shop.]
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hilariously rang thinks this could be very well be possible. as long as the samdo river flows, reincarnation is possible. this is why he wants d to be reborn as a (bugs life voice) beautiful butterfly,]
...You'll have to wait for a while then. After everything I've done, I'm due to suffer a few millennia in hell.
[one of the hells, or maybe all of them?]