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Everything's alright.

monarxh:

entitxtem:

Send “Everything’s alright” and my muse will react to receiving a forehead kiss from yours.

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◣ ☣ ◥ She hated herself for this. Why was she doing this? She hated him - no, despised him. Despised every little ounce of his goddamned existence. But here she was, sobbing like a little child into his chest, fingers grabbing handfuls of his clothes. And then he fucking kissed her. She actually wanted to set herself on fire, get rid of everything because this monster had just touched her..

But she didn’t.

“ Everything’s not alright. Nothing’s ever alright! I’m not alright, you’re not alright, no one here is alright! We’re just here to die! Why do we even exist?! I hate it here, I hate it! “

He didn’t really understand himself and why he was going to such great lengths to make her feel better, but damn if he wasn’t invested now. He stood quietly for a while, letting her cry, her trembling knuckles whitening around fistfuls of his clothes. The decision to kiss her forehead seemed to come naturally – perhaps lodged in some memory of feeling more affectionately towards her, like the almost fatherly King once had. Everything is alright.

When she broke out into those bitter, desperate words, it was all he could do to avoid snapping too. He let her finish, putting his arms around her shoulders at the end, trying his best to construct some sort of comforting embrace.

“it’s going to be okay, 3Ｄ. …I may not be perfect, and you might not be, either, but we sure as hell aren’t here just to ＤＩＥ. i don’t know why we exist, but i’m not giving up just because of that, and I know you aren’t about to, ｅｉｔｈｅｒ.” He paused, breathing deeply, resting his chin on the top of her head. “we’re far from okay, but we’re still alive – that’s enough for ｍｅ. everything’s alright. keep your chin up, princess – it’s not the end yet, and people like us, we stick together and always claw our way out of the rubble alive when the war is ｏｖｅｒ.”

It occurred to him that he was comforting himself just as much as he was trying to make 3D feel better.

◣ ☣ ◥ “ It’s not going to be okay! Why can’t you understand that ?! We’ll all eventually have to turn back into our origin forms, j-just like the Queen. We exist to be turned back! I don’t want Yang to come back, I hate her! But… I hate this existence - I could kill everyone I love without a moment’s hesitation. I don’t wanna turn back into that filthy little whore, I just want to be normal! I hate this stupid fucking school, I wanna leave! ”

3D couldn’t stop the words now, each one rolling off her tongue in desperate pleas that she begged someone, anyone outside could hear. She wouldn’t mention how it was Ozpin’s - Monarch’s - fault they were in this mess; she didn’t feel like getting her face rearranged at the present moment. That was a dodgy topic for herself, given that the man had turned into her not-dad before becoming Monarch. So really, in a sense, Monarch was her not-dad. Bleh; she didn’t like that thought.

Pale lips parted as she began sobbing again, each tear shed feeling as though it was another part leaking out of her will to exist in this world any longer. She felt like there was no hope - for her, for anyone else in this world. It physically made her sick.

“ Just… hold me a little while longer, would you ? ”