( doe eyes watch him with all of maple's expectations reflected in them. that must be the case, mustn't it? she had shown them the way—a happy ending, in which all four of them could survive, in which they could all continue down their respective paths side by side, together. and yet... and yet... something in that silence of hiyori's... a sense of unease settles itself comfortably inside of her. )
Cheated? But... how?
( there should have been no way for them to do something like that. no way for them to surpass hiyori and his meticulous, careful planning. because hiyori could do anything, right? what is there that they could have done, that he wouldn't have expected? her lips purse into a pout, brows drawn together, and eyes glassy as she awaits an answer. )
[ maple has always been sincere in her expressions, it's soothing to visibly see when she's listening. with all her attention towards towards hiyori, he's able to take advantage of every sweet drop of her concern. like nectar on his lips, and the growth of the red dahlia on his tongue— he likes it, wraps this specific flower in a bow as they converse.
he covers his tracks, takes her skills to build the narrative no matter how ugly it'll become. she loves him after all, she's trust him before anyone else, and as long as long as he does good in her view, then she won't believe any yellow daffodils that spills past their lips, falling on the ground, and he knows maple won't believe it because she won't see them. invisible petals stepped on as she departs past them, because that's her love, and not loyalty.
softly, without an ounce of deception because it's easy to slot him into any role. they're victims to the lies he makes, a tired sigh the next. ]
They betrayed us... [ his eyes close while patching holes, any that might question the authenticity of his words. ] Even your kindness by [ his arms pull her into an embrace, and she can feel his fingers brush against her card slot where he feels something familiar— his ID. he doesn't try to remove it, but he's explaining. ] ...inserting an infected card that led to a virus, your corruption...
[ he acts as if this pains him, deep down into his soul, he actually loves everything that happened. midori infected her with his love, but she only became trash afterwards, her only redeemable quality is that she has use once again. he can start over this time. letting her go, he places his hands on her shoulders, slowly trailing them down to her elbow, and lower to her petite, and thin fingers. ]
Your left arm turned into a saw... your head removed and replaced with monitors... so much work that went into you.
[ his masterpiece that he rushed on, but the way he speaks is to give the illusion that it was all malevolent work done by the opposite party. he's not lying saying it wasn't him. ]
And they made me your target... as her puppet, you listened to Sara's command: "Hurry up and finish him! Maple...!" You don't remember that moment, so the pain is no longer there. [ he lifts one hand, cupping her chin as a thumb caresses gently across her cheek, sure in his actions. ] My final words to you were I... always loved you, Maple.
[ she can understand the gist, as cruel as it is. ]
( it's a difficult situation for her to parse. there's a long moment where maple is still. she's processing, as any number of complex emotions begin to tug at her from every side. love, sadness, anger, happiness—in the end, however, it's one in particular that forces itself past the others as it comes to the surface. it shapes her response, focusing on one aspect of the confession that most embodies it. )
Sara... Used me...?
( there's uncertainty to her tone. she doesn't want to doubt sara and ranmaru. they had chatted so much, learned about one another, but they had still turned on her in the end, hadn't they? even in her memories... her letter... and so the pieces fit into place, one by one. of course sara did. of course she did. maple was an obstructor, after all. she was on their side as participants, after all. it was her role. it was her design. she was meant to be a tool used to kill hiyori.
...
that doesn't mean that she's okay with it.
the tears gather in the corners of her eyes, and she can feel the way they run down the surface of her cheeks every time she blinks. shuts her eyes tight so that maybe they might stop, but even so, they continue to fall and fall and fall. she sniffs, hiccups, there's even a hitch in her breath as she chokes down a sob—each and every one of them is a feature she was given to better express her emotions, and now... knowing that she had killed hiyori... it wasn't even of her own will. this wasn't about her configuration, or her choices to support sara. they turned her into a weapon. they turned her into a monster. they cheated.
she shakes her head. she can't deny the truth of his words; the timing is too uncanny. as sara had slipped behind her, and suddenly, she was in this place. here, where she wraps her arms around him so that she can cling ever closer. the warmth of her body is reassuring. solid, and steady beneath her hands—an anchor that keeps her in place, even as her "heart" weathers a storm of all of this difficult news at once. )
I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Hiyori.
( if they had played by the rules, that would be one thing. if they had been fair, that would be one thing. but the way that they won, had turned maple into a toy—that was unforgivable. as for her... it was her duty to at least ensure that she played her own role as intended, but without making the choice to do so on her own... )
that's what matters and for him to keep this story going for as long as he can. he knows that he'll have to edit out a few pieces of information later, but that's only if it poses him a problem.
patting her back is done gently in an attempt to calm her down as best as he can. he knows that won't always cut it, but he knows that remaining silent will only help the tears flow even more. ]
Don't apologize, it wasn't your fault, now was it?
[ in this story, it's all about sara and ranmaru taking advantage of them. placing them in a situation where they lost everything in which they strived for, that idea of being together alive and enjoying one another's company. that was the goal, but ranmaru ruined it, and sara didnt commit to the turn— the full moon was eclipsed by her emotions, how unfortunate. her body of water, at the surface meant to ripple, and cause waves to crash against the world... and yet it was a slight breeze until the liquid became composed along the surface. ]
Miscalculations, abuse of kindness, lies and everything else... but you can take advantage of that, Maple.
[ slowly, he runs his hand up and down her back, easing the female in as she holds onto his even more. ]
Sara's here in this place too. Whether she won or loss, she died too. Now you have to keep the truth hidden or they'll twist it to change your perception yet again...
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
Cheated? But... how?
( there should have been no way for them to do something like that. no way for them to surpass hiyori and his meticulous, careful planning. because hiyori could do anything, right? what is there that they could have done, that he wouldn't have expected? her lips purse into a pout, brows drawn together, and eyes glassy as she awaits an answer. )
no subject
he covers his tracks, takes her skills to build the narrative no matter how ugly it'll become. she loves him after all, she's trust him before anyone else, and as long as long as he does good in her view, then she won't believe any yellow daffodils that spills past their lips, falling on the ground, and he knows maple won't believe it because she won't see them. invisible petals stepped on as she departs past them, because that's her love, and not loyalty.
softly, without an ounce of deception because it's easy to slot him into any role. they're victims to the lies he makes, a tired sigh the next. ]
They betrayed us... [ his eyes close while patching holes, any that might question the authenticity of his words. ] Even your kindness by [ his arms pull her into an embrace, and she can feel his fingers brush against her card slot where he feels something familiar— his ID. he doesn't try to remove it, but he's explaining. ] ...inserting an infected card that led to a virus, your corruption...
[ he acts as if this pains him, deep down into his soul, he actually loves everything that happened. midori infected her with his love, but she only became trash afterwards, her only redeemable quality is that she has use once again. he can start over this time. letting her go, he places his hands on her shoulders, slowly trailing them down to her elbow, and lower to her petite, and thin fingers. ]
Your left arm turned into a saw... your head removed and replaced with monitors... so much work that went into you.
[ his masterpiece that he rushed on, but the way he speaks is to give the illusion that it was all malevolent work done by the opposite party. he's not lying saying it wasn't him. ]
And they made me your target... as her puppet, you listened to Sara's command: "Hurry up and finish him! Maple...!" You don't remember that moment, so the pain is no longer there. [ he lifts one hand, cupping her chin as a thumb caresses gently across her cheek, sure in his actions. ] My final words to you were I... always loved you, Maple.
[ she can understand the gist, as cruel as it is. ]
no subject
Sara... Used me...?
( there's uncertainty to her tone. she doesn't want to doubt sara and ranmaru. they had chatted so much, learned about one another, but they had still turned on her in the end, hadn't they? even in her memories... her letter... and so the pieces fit into place, one by one. of course sara did. of course she did. maple was an obstructor, after all. she was on their side as participants, after all. it was her role. it was her design. she was meant to be a tool used to kill hiyori.
...
that doesn't mean that she's okay with it.
the tears gather in the corners of her eyes, and she can feel the way they run down the surface of her cheeks every time she blinks. shuts her eyes tight so that maybe they might stop, but even so, they continue to fall and fall and fall. she sniffs, hiccups, there's even a hitch in her breath as she chokes down a sob—each and every one of them is a feature she was given to better express her emotions, and now... knowing that she had killed hiyori... it wasn't even of her own will. this wasn't about her configuration, or her choices to support sara. they turned her into a weapon. they turned her into a monster. they cheated.
she shakes her head. she can't deny the truth of his words; the timing is too uncanny. as sara had slipped behind her, and suddenly, she was in this place. here, where she wraps her arms around him so that she can cling ever closer. the warmth of her body is reassuring. solid, and steady beneath her hands—an anchor that keeps her in place, even as her "heart" weathers a storm of all of this difficult news at once. )
I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Hiyori.
( if they had played by the rules, that would be one thing. if they had been fair, that would be one thing. but the way that they won, had turned maple into a toy—that was unforgivable. as for her... it was her duty to at least ensure that she played her own role as intended, but without making the choice to do so on her own... )
no subject
[ she believes it.
that's what matters and for him to keep this story going for as long as he can. he knows that he'll have to edit out a few pieces of information later, but that's only if it poses him a problem.
patting her back is done gently in an attempt to calm her down as best as he can. he knows that won't always cut it, but he knows that remaining silent will only help the tears flow even more. ]
Don't apologize, it wasn't your fault, now was it?
[ in this story, it's all about sara and ranmaru taking advantage of them. placing them in a situation where they lost everything in which they strived for, that idea of being together alive and enjoying one another's company. that was the goal, but ranmaru ruined it, and sara didnt commit to the turn— the full moon was eclipsed by her emotions, how unfortunate. her body of water, at the surface meant to ripple, and cause waves to crash against the world... and yet it was a slight breeze until the liquid became composed along the surface. ]
Miscalculations, abuse of kindness, lies and everything else... but you can take advantage of that, Maple.
[ slowly, he runs his hand up and down her back, easing the female in as she holds onto his even more. ]
Sara's here in this place too. Whether she won or loss, she died too. Now you have to keep the truth hidden or they'll twist it to change your perception yet again...