Chosis reveals they Know about sugary #2.0

cho2ii2
2ally.
we need two talk.

paracl1tu2
!! ch0!
y000u called me 2ally
and the we need tw0 talk th1ng that2. 0m1n0u2

cho2ii2
ii diid
you arent iin trouble
ii promii2e?

cho2ii2
no no que2tiion mark there liike iim uncertaiin about the promii2e
more liike

paracl1tu2
0h, 0kay
c:E

cho2ii2
tru2t me type of que2tiion mark

paracl1tu2
1 tru2t y0u

cho2ii2
ii talked two 2ugary about 2omethiing.

paracl1tu2
0h.

cho2ii2
2he told me how you went two her and threatened her liife

paracl1tu2
1f th12 12 ab0ut the be1ng n1ce th1ng

cho2ii2
and iim not!! mad at you, okay?

paracl1tu2
1t2 f1ne, 1'm d0ne w1th her

cho2ii2
iim not mad at you at all
ii /under2tand/ why you diid iit

paracl1tu2
y0u.. y0u d0?

cho2ii2
but 2he told me 2omethiing el2e iin the proce22
of cour2e ii do
her wordiing wa2 bad and ii
ii mean, ii /know/ you, 2al.

paracl1tu2
1 ju2t... 1 saw a l0t 0f my2elf 1n her

cho2ii2
ii know when you get 2cared.

paracl1tu2
1'll be qu1et n0w th0ugh

cho2ii2
but, 2al, 2he
2he told me 2omethiing el2e
2omethiing you diidnt tell me
..ii gue22 ii dont blame you for not telliing me, not beiing able two tell me
2he told me 2he took you
..2al? honey, iif youre haviing bad thought2 and cant re2pond, ju2t giive me a letter or 2omethiing 2o ii know and iill come fiind you

paracl1tu2
1'm
1'm alr1ght

paracl1tu2
1 ju2t
want tw0 f0rget that part 0f my la2t 2weep
1 ju2t wanted.. tw0 f0rget 1t ever happened

1t wa2 terr1ble, 1 d1dn't want t0 deal w1th 1t f0r a wh1le

1 c0uldn't even remember 1t f0r a t1me, ju2t vague Badne22

1 ju2t kept tell1ng her t0 f0rget ab0ut 1t but 2he never let 1t dr0p
2he kept tell1ng me that pe0ple w0uld k1ll her 1f 1 t0ld any0ne
1 never wa2 2ure 1f 1t wa2 a way f0r her t0 get away w1th 1t 0r 1f 2he meant 1t
but 1 d1d f0rg1ve her
we talked 20me afterward2, l1ke a per1gee 0r tw0 afterward2
2he expla1ned her2elf and 1
well
1 wa2 f0cu2ed 0n R02e

paracl1tu2
when 1 came back
1 d1d remember 1t
20mewhat
but 1 sh0ved 1t away 20 1 d1dn't have tw0 remember
that
wa2 pr0bably bad 0f me

cho2ii2
no, no honey, that ii2nt bad
ii do that wiith all the 2hiit that2 happened two me

paracl1tu2
1 relap2eed hard

cho2ii2
ii force my2elf two forget iit 2o ii dont have two

cho2ii2
thiink about iit
iim 2orry honey bee

paracl1tu2
1 had fla2hback2 f0r h0ur2 and h0ur2

cho2ii2
ii remember that
ii remember beiing wiith you

paracl1tu2
at f1r2t 2he kept me 1n a 2mall r00m but then when 2he tr1ed t0 let me 0ut 1 tr1ed t0 e2cape

cho2ii2
ii knew 2omethiing bad happened but ii couldnt tell what
ii diidnt want two bug you for iit

paracl1tu2
the nav1gat0r helm guard2 br0oke my leg and arm
2he d1dn't d0 anyth1ng that wa2 the w0r2t part

paracl1tu2
1 kept expect1ng her t0 hurt me
but 2he ju2t cr1ed

cho2ii2
2hhhh...

paracl1tu2
2he wa2 terr1f1ed 0f the repercu2210n2 0f lett1ng me g0 h0me

cho2ii2
where are you, honeybee?
let2 bundle up and you can tell me everythiing you want

paracl1tu2
1 wa2 there f0r tw0... three week2
0kay
1'm 2t0ck 2t1ll 1n the k1tchen

cho2ii2
iit2 all okay now

paracl1tu2
my hand 12 0n the fr1dge d00r
1 can't
actually m0ve

cho2ii2
iill come carry you
2hhhh

paracl1tu2
1m cry1ng a l1ttle
br1gn t122ue2

cho2ii2
> Go to the kitchen and scoop up your moirail with gentle ease. You press your face to his for a moment, chirring at him lowly, wiggling your quills. It's a soft, mournful noise. A shared pain. A pale comfort. You carry him to your room and settle him down in your pile, before setting about making a proper nest of blankets and pillows and plushies around him. Once it's a proper shrine to your moirail, you settle down by his side, curling around him and holding his head to your shoulder. "You're safe now," you chirr in sort of messy feral.

paracl1tu2
> You're all stiff, and part of you is cold from the fridge door being open. Your eyes are wide and dilated- The darker but also still slightly milky center of your eyes is easily visible when it is not, normally.

> An occasional spark is flitting up and down your horns.

> When your moirail touches you, there's a slight bit of static charge, and your tenseness unfolds upon them and you curl up, shivering softly. You'd been so /afraid/.

> But now they're taking you somewhere warm, somewhere lovely. Nests and blankets and pillows are made and piled up next to you in your few moments of somewhat trance-like space, but it's really when Chosis chirrs to you that you snap yourself out of it and chuff at them, a gentle invitation to kiss, to smooch your ailments and worries and fears away.

cho2ii2
> You kiss him softly, just a couple times before brushing away his tears with soft fabrics. You kiss him softly once more, then reach up to rub his horns gently, wanting to comfort him.

"Do you hurt anywhere?"

paracl1tu2
> You hold out your arm, the one that was broken, the one that Pal healed what seems like forever ago. Along the break line, it hurts. You're sure it's just phantom pain, but it hurts and you're still shivering, cold from the memories of being a prisoner.

"My arm," you whisper softly. "It stings, aches, buzzes like a million bees."

> Your horns are buzzy to the touch, but it quickly subsides when Cho rubs them. It feels better than before, and you like being able to move, not having your joints locked up.

> When cho wipes your tears, more come. Slowly, but they come, ebbing out like the slow drips of a leaky faucethead.

cho2ii2
"Mm. I'll use my psionics to settle the nerves, let me know if it feels any better or makes it hurt more, okay?"

> You sit up and take his arm in your hands, resting it on your lap. You pass your fingertips over it slowly, following the length of his bone, gently coaxing the energy in his nerves out, subduing them like a mild anesthetic.

paracl1tu2
> You let out a long, drawn out and breathy sigh. As their fingers play over your skin, the buzzing and aching subsides, calmed like a drop of water into a rippling pond. There's a mild feeling of... unfeeling, and numbness, but... it's a very good alternative to the buzzing.

> You wish there was something that could be done to your stumps to achieve the same feeling. Your non-existant knees are itching and aching like they haven't been moved in sweeps.

"Mmm..." You purr, quietly. "Tha's better..."

> And you sit in silence for a minute, with them, calming down.

cho2ii2
"Good..move your fingers for me, baby bee." You trail your fingers down to his hand, tapping each finger one by one to get him to move them, hoping to give his mind control of his limbs instead of the phantom sensation of pain.

paracl1tu2
> You comply, looking at your hand and willing your fingers to move. It doesn't happen for a second or so, and it's jerky for another second afterward (And your thumb cracks, loudly), but you're moving them now, and grateful that Chosis gave you something else to focus on, because you never would have had the idea.

> In a minute or so you're wiggling all of your fingers and smiling softly. the tears have stopped and you have to chuckle to yourself- And then the tears are back, but you're grinning and smiling and crying all at the same time.

> You're so fucking relieved that... Chosis knows. Chosis knows what happened to you, you don't have to worry about it, you don't have to keep trying to find a good time to tell them, they just know, and they Understand.

cho2ii2
> You smile as he laughs, feeling a radiating warmth in your core. It was so..lovely, to be able to see your moirail like this, so content, so pleased. You did this. You lift up his hand and kiss his palm, your eyes settled on his. You then rest his hand on your waist and lean down to kiss him, tails waving back and forth slowly.

"I'm so glad to be able to call you my moirail, love. There's no one I'm more pale for than you."

paracl1tu2
> Warm lips on your palm, pretty eyes glowing like the starlight of a thousand universes looking up at you, warm lips now on your own, you may as well be dead because this is absolute Heaven.

> Your face is bright yellow now with the compliment, and your grin is too wide- it hurts a little, but in a good way.

"Oh, fuck, I love you so much??" You whisper, "I love you more than anything I've ever loved, you're here and you're beautiful and you're mine to love and hold," Okay, you're babbling now, time to shut up and kiss them some more.

> Which you do.

cho2ii2
> You purr as he rattles off compliments to you, and flop down, partially on top of him, indulging him in kisses and horn rubs. Your moirail deserves all the affection and love right now. Sugary was behind you, now. She couldn't hurt you now. No more of her toxicity in your lives. ..you wish you could convey to Sal that he and Vis were the only people that made you feel any real emotion these days.

paracl1tu2
> Ooof! Flopping is good.

> Chirp, chirp a fair amount to thank them for being there. Your ears are perked up, and you're making little chirp noises of gratitude.

> You put your arms around them and cuddle, pulling them close to you and your now-generating warmth.

> You wish you could pick up on that.

> For now, your happy trills will have to suffice in keeping them calm and content.