The Sacrifice RP

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

Just now, The Aspiring Archivist said:

The way I am. My... hesitance.

“Then it is my fault. I’m doing something wrong, I just need to know what.”

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Just now, Lightweaver2 said:

“Then it is my fault. I’m doing something wrong, I just need to know what.”

It isn't your fault. I'm just broken.

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

Just now, The Aspiring Archivist said:

It isn't your fault. I'm just broken.

“I think I’d be worried if you weren’t, after everything you seem to have been through. But being broken doesn’t make you worth any less.”

[Just-A-Stick she/her]

1 hour ago, Lightweaver2 said:

“But you won’t let me take you to the hospital?”

"I don't know! I hate hospitals! They scare me! What am I supposed to do?" Rex whimpered.

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Just now, Lightweaver2 said:

“I think I’d be worried if you weren’t, after everything you seem to have been through. But being broken doesn’t make you worth any less.”

...Maybe not, but it isn't your fault that I am this way.

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

1 minute ago, Just-A-Stick said:

"I don't know! I hate hospitals! They scare me! What am I supposed to do?" Rex whimpered.

Daniel suddenly burst into tears. “Do you think I do?”

2 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

...Maybe not, but it isn't your fault that I am this way.

“But it is my fault for acting in ways that make you uncomfortable.”

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Just now, Lightweaver2 said:

“But it is my fault for acting in ways that make you uncomfortable.”

You couldn't have known. And normally it'd have been fine, but I just... can't right now. Sorry.

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

Just now, The Aspiring Archivist said:

You couldn't have known. And normally it'd have been fine, but I just... can't right now. Sorry.

“It’s not your fault either. Do you want to talk about it?”

[Just-A-Stick she/her]

Just now, Lightweaver2 said:

Daniel suddenly burst into tears. “Do you think I do?”

“But it is my fault for acting in ways that make you uncomfortable.”

"No...? You aren't scary at all! I'm sure you are a nice person! I just don't remember... here's what I do know. I am a doctor, I don't like hospitals, I probably need some form of treatment. Since it appears I'm not in the best mental state to make decisions, maybe you should." 

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Just now, Lightweaver2 said:

“It’s not your fault either. Do you want to talk about it?”

I don't think I'm ready.

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

Just now, The Aspiring Archivist said:

I don't think I'm ready.

“Then it truly is my fault. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t rush things.”

 

2 minutes ago, Just-A-Stick said:

"No...? You aren't scary at all! I'm sure you are a nice person! I just don't remember... here's what I do know. I am a doctor, I don't like hospitals, I probably need some form of treatment. Since it appears I'm not in the best mental state to make decisions, maybe you should." 

“You don’t want me making decisions. How do you think we ended up here? How do you think…” he went silent at the end, crying harder.

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Just now, Lightweaver2 said:

“Then it truly is my fault. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t rush things.”

He finally turned to her, eyes red and teary as they met hers. It really isn't. It's okay.

[Just-A-Stick she/her]

Just now, Lightweaver2 said:

“Then it truly is my fault. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t rush things.”

 

“You don’t want me making decisions. How do you think we ended up here? How do you think…” he went silent at the end, crying harder.

Rex sat heavily on the ground, holding her head and whimpering. "My head hurts!" She said, cringing away from the daylight. "I. Can't. Think!" 

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

1 minute ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

He finally turned to her, eyes red and teary as they met hers. It really isn't. It's okay.

“It isn’t ok. I should have known better. But it will be ok.”

1 minute ago, Just-A-Stick said:

Rex sat heavily on the ground, holding her head and whimpering. "My head hurts!" She said, cringing away from the daylight. "I. Can't. Think!" 

Daniel rushed forward. “You need help. Here, can I pick you up?”

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Just now, Lightweaver2 said:

“It isn’t ok. I should have known better. But it will be ok.”

Please don't beat yourself up for my sake.

[Just-A-Stick she/her]

1 minute ago, Lightweaver2 said:

“It isn’t ok. I should have known better. But it will be ok.”

Daniel rushed forward. “You need help. Here, can I pick you up?”

"I... yes?" Rex rubbed at her head, tears stinging her eyes. 

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

1 minute ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

Please don't beat yourself up for my sake.

“I’ll…try not to. Thank you for telling me.”

1 minute ago, Just-A-Stick said:

"I... yes?" Rex rubbed at her head, tears stinging her eyes. 

Daniel gently picked her up, then began walking in a random direction, hoping he would find help.

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

1 minute ago, Lightweaver2 said:

“I’ll…try not to. Thank you for telling me.”

He looked away, and went mostly still.

Edited December 29, 2023 by The Aspiring Archivist

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

6 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

He looked away, and went mostly still.

“Did I say something wrong again?”

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Just now, Lightweaver2 said:

“Did I say something wrong again?”

No.

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

6 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

No.

“Ok…”

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Just now, Lightweaver2 said:

“Ok…”

Eventually, Tayen stood. We should start to look around town.

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

1 minute ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

Eventually, Tayen stood. We should start to look around town.

“I agree…are sure I’m not doing anything wrong?”

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

1 minute ago, Lightweaver2 said:

“I agree…are sure I’m not doing anything wrong?”

Yes, I am sure.

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

Just now, The Aspiring Archivist said:

Yes, I am sure.

“Ok. Let’s go.” She stood as well, heading out the door.