july catch-all (open + closed prompts in comments)

[grice]

Who: falco w/ friends, old and new (you)!
What: an open log with a few closed prompts here and there for the duration of july; falco will be going through some changes that have to do with this player plot! i have my plans here and here for reference! feel free to reach out on the plotting comments, liberos or owlie#3609 if you'd like to plot something specific! i can definitely do personalized tls!
When: july
Where: corners of trench!

Content Warnings: this will be updated accordingly! check out the headers for their appropriate cws! here you will find: rituals, possession, body horror, mentions of self harm, child death.

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[fogsong]

[ Sharon blinks a few times in surprise and then a wide grin blooms across her face as if she were just told the cutest thing in the world. ]

Of course! [ She chirps brightly. She’d expected Falco to want something more typically boyish or perhaps some grouping of fairytales (look he’s a baby in her eyes) but this was better somehow. Sweeter.

It fits him, she realizes. ] You aren’t embarrassed, are you? I think it’s sweet. I’ve always heard girls talk about how romantic it is.

[ Yeah, Sharon has never read a Jane Austen book in her whole life. ]

[grice]

[ falco churrs, low and uncertain and perhaps confirming that, yes— me might’ve been a touch embarrassed to reveal it to people who hadn’t already known. ]

That’s my, um— favorite genre.

[ romance. he is thirteen and already knows he wants to marry someone. it makes his heart unfurl and his belly bubble with flutters and good-feeling. it’s the opposite of the world he grew up in, ravished by war. it was his motivation and dream. ]

I went to school for a little bit, in California, 1961— the kids would always make fun of it. And adults would say I’m too young to be reading them. I’m thirteen . . .

[ the tone implies: i’m old enough 😤. ]

[fogsong]

[ its his favorite genre? she didn’t think that it was possible for Falco to become any more precious but he somehow always finds a way to dismantle her expectations in such a positive way. ]

Those kids sound like assholes and you shouldn’t let them make you question what you like. And a lot of adults don’t know what they’re talking about.

You’re old enough for romance books. At least the Jane Austen brand. I’d avoid the books with buff men on the cover, though, they’re… [ She makes a flustered, mildly grossed out face. ] Just avoid them.

[grice]

Oh. Yeah.

[ he’s definitely not looking at her now. ]

Someone told me that, once . . .[ miss carmilla from his time in california. he was in the library picking out anything that looked good when— he was pointed out as a little perv. he feels the need to say now: ] I-I didn’t know they were bad, I just saw the couples on the covers and thought . . .

[ they were romance. ]

She showed me Austen, and Brontè instead. Miss Carmilla.

[fogsong]

[ she can tell he’s embarrassed and it makes her laugh gently under her breath. she can almost see in her minds eye the way his human face would wrinkle up and flush when he learned what was really hidden behind those glossy, romantic covers. ]

If they looked like smut, all the housewives would be too embarrassed to read them in public. Appearances and all.

I’m glad that Miss Carmilla was looking out for you. [ though he’s a young teenage boy, they tend to be curious about that kind of stuff. ] You know there’s a film, right? That’s the only reason I knew about the book, honestly. Girls in my high school were obsessed with it. Always swooning over what’s his face.

[grice]

[ through all this face-flushing talk about smut and mr. darcy’s handsome smolder (which falco mutters the correction of his name: darcy), there is one moment in which it all breaks. a shy, poofy falco perks up with wide eyes under his bone-mask and gives a deep, short gasp. ]

There’s a film? With moving picture, and, [ talking, moving characters in front of cameras—?! ] I— I need to see it, Miss Sharon—!

[ not want, sharon. need. ]

[fogsong]

[ this time when she laughs the sound is loud and bright and warm. ]

Need, huh? [ she’s beyond amused. she’s grateful she could give him something to look forward to even stuck as he were. ] Well, I guess I better find a way for us to watch it then, huh?

think we might be at a good place to begin wrapping!

[grice]

[ falco has only one thing to say to all this, and it's not actually even a word— he turns into the biggest, puffy, flustered yet happy popcorn in the history of giant birds. ]

It could be on the Omni—!

agreed!

[fogsong]

[ as he fluffs and puffs, her smile widens until her teeth peek out. she nods her head enthusiastically. ]

Mm, I’ll work on getting it for us. [ she may not care much at all for the genre but she would endure it for this baby bird (she’d endure a lot for his kid, truthfully). ]

But until then, I’ll make sure you got the book. And a bunch of snacks. In fact, I’ll go grab that shit now. You don’t mind if I drag Confetti along, do you?

[ maybe she can teach it how to trade while they’re out. ]

:)!

[grice]

[ where's confetti— ah, there he is, floating around with the omni still in his little feathery paws. falco shepherds the little fairy with his beak and nudges him in sharon's direction. immediately getting the idea, the creature chirps and loop-de-loops over the woman's head, heading for the cave's mouth. ]

I think he'd learn a lot from you, Miss Sharon . . . Thank you.

[ he offers her a talon, the curve of it in front of her to be met halfway. ]

[fogsong]

[ she takes hold of the talon with a smile and nods her head at his gratitude before she finally exits the cave.

one day she’s gonna get him to just call her Sharon. ]